Nobody Compares

When Addison Selley's family is killed in a car crash, she's forced to live with her new guardian until she turns eighteen- her cousin Harry Styles. Yes, that Harry Styles.
However, a distraction arises in the form of a blonde Irishman.
Right. There's just one foreseen problem. And that problem is Niall Horan.

*WARNING* coarse language, sexual scenes, violence. :)


6. little things (like your dick)


"You can't go to bed, without a cup of tea and maybe that's the reason that you talk in your sleep," sang Louis. It was surprising to hear their voices for the first time, even though I'd known for practically twenty four hours. "And all those conversations are the secrets that I keep, though it makes no sense to me."

I sat in the front row of the studio audience, accompanied by about a hundred rabid fangirls. So far I'd heard all their voices apart from Harry and Niall. Zayn had this natural sort of swag in his voice, whilst Liam's was deep and velvety. Louis on the other hand, sang with a delicate sort of tone like a flower or something.

My palms were a little sweaty. I wasn't quite sure if the Niall-and-I agreement was quite on yet; Niall refused to talk or even look at me, but I was still here anyway. 

"I know you've never loved the sound of your voice on tape, you never want to know how much you weigh," sang Harry, and I think a collective sigh just went up around the room. I could guess that his voice was gorgeous, husky and raspy and shit. I remember when we were kids he used to randomly burst into song like we were in a fucking musical or something. "You still have to squeeze into your jeans but you're perfect to me." I was starting to think that Niall was never going to sing.

When he did, it caught me off guard. His voice was surprising sweet, a unique sound to it. Maybe it was that stupid accent.

"You'll never love yourself half as much as I love you, and you'll never treat yourself right darling but I want you to, if I let you know when I'm here for you, maybe you'll love yourself like I love you." Through his entire part, he was swaying slightly but his eyes were wide open like he was disconnected from the song. In fact he was busy glaring right at me. If looks could kill, he would have at least sent me to the hospital. I fidgeted in my chair uncomfortably, trying not to be irritated.

As soon as the song finished, the entire audience was on their feet stomping the ground and cheering manically. The boys all smiled and waved as they took their place on the couch. The interview seemed to be going fine, with them cracking jokes at each other and laughing. I'd just started to breathe easy, when the interviewer asked,

"So Niall, a couple of days ago we saw you make the front page of the Morning Sun!" The girls in the crowd clapped like it was some sort of achievement. All I wanted to do was curl up into a very small ball and roll under a chair. Niall's expression was unreadable apart from the permanent small smile on his lips.

"Yep," he chuckled, looking down at his hands, before back up at the camera. No bloody wonder all those girls swooned over him. In any other case, I'd see the situation as a nice story I could tell my cats when I grew old alone.

"Let's see, oh yes, Niall Horan's Night Out in Manchester," said the reporter as a few girls in the crowd tittered. The image from the front of the paper came up on screen. "Here we go. Are you ready to divulge any details about your night? Like who the mystery girl is?" Harry, who was sitting next to Niall, looking might uncomfortable. Niall looked down, and then up again. This time- right at me. No. No, no, no. He wasn't going to-

"Addie," he said softly, holding his arm out to me. At once, furious whispers jumped around the crowd. The almost invisible smirk on his face told me he knew exactly what he was doing. Feeling my cheeks go bright red, I got up slowly. I wasn't sure if I could control myself from trying to wring his neck on national television. He patted the arm rest of the couch next to him. I caught eyes with Louis, who patted my elbow sympathetically. Mortified, I sat down on the arm rest and I felt Niall's arm loop around my waist.

I really didn't want to be disgusted. What the hell was he playing at? One second he wasn't even looking at me, next he was pulling this on me? I plastered a forced smile on my face. I felt his fingers dig painfully into my waist, and I tried not to flinch.

"Everyone," he said, turning out to the audience, "This is Addie. We've been dating for three months now." I couldn't see how that was possible seeing as he was on tour, but I wasn't about to go out and point out the flaw in his detailed ploy infront of the crowd of devoted fans.

"A girlfriend?" Niall smiled.

"Yes," he replied, "She's my girlfriend." Oh god. Oh god! I wasn't prepared for this, I thought he wasn't playing along!

"Addie, would you like to introduce yourself?" asked the interviewer kindly. I stared blankly at her for a few moments before I realised she was talking to me. I had forgotten who I was.

"She's my cousin," interjected Harry, to save my skin.

"Your cousin?" asked the interviewer in surprise.

"Yep," I said, finally coming back to my senses. "Harry introduced us and we really- erm, hit it off."

"So you two were spending a night together in Manchester?"

"Yes," I breathed out through my teeth, still incessantly smiling. As soon as the lights flicked off and we were ushered off stage, I jerked away from Niall, repulsed.

"What the hell was that?" I snarled. "You didn't even warn me!"

"It's OK," soothed Liam quickly, as Niall and I glared at each other. "You two were very convincing." Muttering under my breath, I turned on my heel and stormed off angrily.

"Mm," said Zayn, catching my shoulders as I tried to brush past him. "Addie, you OK?" I stared in those gorgeous honey eyes and felt myself crack.

"No," I said truthfully, feeling the anger still bubbling inside me.

"Is this about Niall?" he asked with a sigh, his hands still on my shoulders almost protectively. "Never mind him. He's just...being Niall."

"I can't stand him," I snapped, "How did I-? Urgh, whatever." Zayn let go and walked off, patting Niall on the shoulder as he approached.

"Hey, you might want to avoid Harry," he warned to his mate, "He's not happy." Niall seriously looked like he couldn't care less. He strolled past me, but at the last minute, he turned, grabbed my arm and dragged me along painfully.

"Ow! What-" The door was thrown open unexpectedly, and from the exit, a massive crowd was visible chock full of screaming girls. I felt someone bump against my back and turned to see Harry, with reproach in his eyes.

"You alright?" he whispered to me.

"I-" I began, but before I could get my sentence out, Niall's crushing grip on my arm tightened as he pulled me along with him. As we came insight of the crowd, his hand slipped down to my hand. He didn't even need to hold on tight because he knew I didn't have the strength to pull away. His calloused palm was pressed lightly against mine, as he waved to the fans, a smile on his face. We got in the car and he immediately let go of my hand like he was repelled.

Well then, I thought as I pressed myself to the other side of the car, it was mutual.

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