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. :)


2. there's no place like holmes


   On the other hand, I'd completely forgotten that very same day, my cousin was arriving to pick me up. From then on, it'd be the start of my brand new life- the one filled with terrible pop music, overzealously clean cut boys and colour coordinated outfits. I couldn't say I was looking forward to it.

   By the time I got home and had a shower, got properly dressed for a lazy day at home, I heard doorbell ring downstairs. Usually we wouldn't have any visitors, so I jumped at the chance to answer it. I bounded down the stairs, harking something about getting it.

   Maybe it was Sawyer, a friend who lived nearby. He used to be in the same grade as I was, and was one of the only people who didn't judge me when I dropped out. Then again, I couldn't imagine why Sawyer would even be bothered to pay me a visit when he could have just texted.

   Then I opened the door and realised that no- it definitely wasn't Sawyer. I had to blink a couple of times just to process who was standing infront of me.

   "Addison!" Harry cried, lunging forward without any warning and hugging me tightly. I stood there lamely with my mouth hanging open blankly like I had no idea what to do. I couldn't believe that this was my cousin. He was wearing black jeans with a grey t-shirt and a pair of the douchiest looking sunglasses I may have ever seen. Not to mention that great, wide smile. "I missed you!"

   "I-" I said blankly as he pulled away. I ran a hand through my hair, stammering plainly. "I forgot you were coming today." Scrap that. I had forgotten he was coming at all.

   "Oh," he said, his face falling slightly, "So you haven't packed?"

   "No," I said apologetically. "Sorry. I..." What could I say? No, sorry Harry my dear cousin who I haven't seen in five years, I was out last night partying in Manchester and sleeping with some attractive rich blonde who I stole a muffin from? Not the best way to start our new relationship off.

   "That's alright!" he said brightly. Gee, he must really be into this guardian thing. I wondered if I was a test run to see if he could cope with getting a pet or something. "I'll help you pack later. We should hang out today, you know? Catch up."

   "Course," I replied, "We haven't seen each other in...five years."

   "Wow," he whistled lowly, widening his eyes slightly as he stared past my shoulder. "Long time." I knew just like everyone else who'd even held a conversation with me since the crash, that he'd avoid the topic unsubtly for a few days at the most. By now, the repetitive process was getting irritating.

   "When are we going then?" I asked, peeking past his shoulder. I caught sight of a flashy looking Audi parked in the driveway, which I had to admit was pretty impressive. "Nice car."

   "Thanks," he grinned, "We can get going any time you like. The boys and I just got back to London, we've got a few weeks off." Ah yes, him and his boys.

   "Where do you live again?" I asked, staring at him and still trying to work out how we were from a related gene pool. I had to admit, puberty had done him a fair good since fifteen.

   "Complex in London," he answered nodding as he leant against the door frame. "You wanna go up and pack now? Do you want me to help?"

   "No," I said quickly, turning away and thinking of what could be possibly be lying around my room. I wasn't sure I wanted him to see any of it. "No, it's OK I can pack myself. I'll be ready in ten minutes." I hurried up the stairs and strode into my room, closing the door with a snap behind me. Well that was unexpected.

   I was done three minutes flat. I grabbed every bag I had and threw every single thing in the room inside. I didn't think there was that much, but judging by Harry's facial expression as I struggled down the stairs, it was more than he considered necessary.

   "Do you need that much stuff?" he said, crinkling his nose a little in girly disgust.

   "Yep," I grunted, dumping several bags at his feet. He scooped them up tenderly like he was carrying babies and walked to his car. I followed suit. As he flipped open the boot, I took a moment to appreciate the car. He took the rest of the bags from my arms and asked,

   "You wanna drive it?" I looked at him in surprise.

   "What, you'd let me?" I said suspiciously. He shrugged, closing the boot.

   "Why not?" I was almost tempted to have a go, but seeing as I'd never driven a car before in my life, I deemed it unsafe. "So what would you like to do now? Go for a last walk around town, say your goodbyes?"

    I just about snorted at the idea, because I didn't think there was a single person that would be worth the effort of a goodbye, or anyone who'd particularly care either.

   "I'm good," I said, half amused with his naivety. "Anyway, you don't wanna leave a car like this hanging around too long in the open or it'll be nicked."

   "They still do that around these sorts?" he said disbelievingly, looking a little amused himself. "Good to be home."


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