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. :)

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16. the perks of being flat chested

 

 

 

 

 

Life with Niall Horan continued on as it was; not so bad that it made me want to hurl myself from the rooftop or out a window yet.

In hindsight, I hardly realised that we were acting less and less like mortal enemies and more like roommates. We went to bed in peace mostly; he complained constantly about not having his old bed back but never really acted on it and I ignored him and in turn, had to listen to him murmuring in his sleep.

“Oi,” he said sharply, prodding my arm as I shoved his plate of food onto his lap. “Zayn’s party. Tomorrow night.”

“I know,” I sniped back, avoiding his eye. I plopped down onto the couch next to him, but with enough space between us to avoid any awkward questions. We ate our dinner in silence, mostly because we were too busy stuffing our faces.

“So,” sighed Niall, leaning back apparently satisfied with his meal. “The leather jacket.” At once, I flared up.

“Excuse me?” I spat, narrowing my eyes. He cast a wide eyed glance over at me, those baby blues all innocent as though he had no idea what I was talking about.

“Oh come on,” he replied, looking down and trying to take my empty plate from me. I clung onto it tightly. “His present.”

“I thought you were getting him the denim one?” I demanded, not letting him courteously take my plate to the sink which may have been the nicest thing he’d try do for me.

“Nah,” Niall answered, grinning at me toothily. “The leather jacket was a joint present, remember? I paid for it, sweetcheeks.”

I nearly choked on my food.

“Sweetcheeks?” I scoffed, “That’s new.” He shrugged, finally tugging the plate from me and getting up to put them away.

“I dunno,” he said distantly, disappearing momentarily from view. I craned my neck to watch him. “It suits you.”

“Does it?” I said doubtfully.

“Definitely,” Niall continued, dumping the plates away and heading to the fridge for round two. “Your ass makes up for your lack of chest. Want a Magnum?”

“Er,” I said jerkily, still trying to process the fact he might have just paid me a compliment. “I guess?” He walked back over, handed me the ice cream and switched the television on, getting comfortable on the couch. I just gaped at him.

After a while, he noticed, looking a little worried.

“Something the matter?” he asked, confused.

“No,” I said quickly, snapping back to reality, “Not…never mind. I think I’m gonna go to bed early.” I got up disjointedly, feeling rather self-conscious since he’d just complimented my ass, and waddled off to the bedroom.

I sat on the bed, staring at the wall straight ahead while I ate my Magnum.

I was just trying to work out my thoughts buzzing around in my mind. I was confused; sometimes I hated Niall so much I wanted to punch him in the face. Other times, I wanted him so bad that it was sort of pathetic. Then there were the moments where I thought I may just be glimpsing the part of Niall that everyone got to see.

The one who could charm crowds and win over hearts and laugh and have 10 million people fall in love with him.

I got up, heading back out of the bedroom. I walked into the living room, walking past Niall still on the couch and threw the wrapper of my Magnum in the bin. I looked over to find his eyes fixed on me.

He was wearing grey shorts and a t-shirt, his legs thrown about carelessly like he had no dignity, which he probably didn’t.

“Your trackpants,” he said finally, craning his neck a little from his position on the couch. “They’re new.”

“You noticed,” I commented, surprised. He shrugged again, his eyes flitting momentarily to the tv, before going back to me.

“Won’t you be hot?”

“It’s freezing,” I answered, realising that I was just standing in the middle of the kitchen while we were conversing about my new trackpants.

“Weren’t you going to bed?” he asked.

“Well,” I said, almost madly turning to go, “I am now.”

“Wait! Addie,” he said, with my back to him. I froze as I heard him approach. I turned back to face him.

“The draw string,” he said in a slow voice, stepping closer to me. For some reason, I was a little scared of what he might do.

“W-what?” I stammered, before I cleared my throat self-consciously.

“The drawstring,” he repeated, “On your trackies. It’s not tied up.” I stared up at him defiantly. Oh god, he was really close now. I could see every speckle in those bright blue-

“That’s how I wear them,” I replied flatly, not breaking our gaze.

“I don’t like it,” he replied bluntly, and suddenly he grabbed the drawstring and used it to yank me so we were practically right up against each other. I didn’t even have time to react until I was pulled up against him like he expected me to start twerking. I lowered my gaze and set it firmly on his stomach, which again wasn’t the smartest thing to do because now all I was doing was imaging what his abs would look like.

Slowly as possible, he reached down with his hands and started to tie up the drawstring of my trackies. It was dragged out, but I could feel the sharp tug of his hands, his hot breath dancing across my cheek, the heat from his skin. We were standing so close, and if he just moved his fingers further down, then we’d be in a whole new territory. I ducked my head and so did he, so we were both looking down, watching his hands on the front of my waist. His calloused fingers tightened the bow, and suddenly he was stepping away from me, just like that.

I tried not to gape, but that was all I could do. He walked past me, and slapped my ass as he did just because he could. I jerked a little, but tried not to show that it affected me. Stupid asshole.

“You’re unbelievable,” I sighed.

“What was that?” he called out, and I turned to face him. He was smirking, and so was I.

“Nothing,” I replied lightly, “Just, you’re unbelievable.” I think he almost smiled.

“I know.”

 

 

 

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