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. :)


4. you never fuck the irish one.

   I swallowed heavily as the paper was thrown infront of me on the table with a loud slap.

   "This," breathed out Simon, "Has to go away." I had known Simon Cowell for approximately two minutes now, and I didn't like him at all.

   Behind me, Harry was pacing nervously, probably knotting his fingers through his hair. In the length car ride here, he'd forced me to sit alone in the back seat and was muttering to himself the entire time.

   It took less than a few minutes for Harry and the others to wheedle the truth out of us. We stood there gaping at each other blankly for at least a whole minute before I turned and sprinted off back to my new bedroom in absolute mortification.

   I locked myself inside, but apparently Harry knows how to pick locks, because next thing I knew he was all up in my face. Meanwhile, Blondie had explained himself to Liam, Louis and Zayn.

   Then someone's phone was ringing about something coming up in the papers, Harry looked like he wanted to punch a hole either in Niall's face or through a wall, Zayn was telling him to calm down and I was so lost, I wondered why I'd willingly moved here in the first place.

   Now here I was, sitting in Simon Cowell's office staring at a newspaper with a title emblazoned:


   It was even paired with a blurry picture, but there was no doubt seeing that it was some skanky ho wearing a dress that was way too short. In other words, me. And his blonde hair was a dead set give away too. Yes, Simon was right. This had to go away.

   "How?" asked Harry, breaking the silence. He was still anxiously pacing.

   "I can think of a solution," Simon replied, turning to me, "Now that Harry's your official guardian, people are going to know of you, Addison." I nodded. "And Niall, I think the last thing you need is to be held up as the new Harry." I heard Harry made a derisive noise as he started pacing again.

   Niall was sitting down too, not next to me, but practically on the other side of the table as Harry had shoved his chair over there when we'd walked inside. I couldn't tell whether Harry was more disgusted by the both of us, or by the thought of us together.

   Of all the people I could have left with that night, why did it have to be him?

   "So what is it?" asked Harry impatiently. Niall so far hadn't said a word, and was fidgeting and playing with his hands.  I found myself watching them closely. I remembered his hands- was that wrong to say that I did? They were calloused along his fingers like he'd played the guitar too much.

   "The only solution I can think of is that we have you two come off as a couple," Simon answered, leaning back in his chair. Harry stopped pacing and let out a hysterical,

   "What?" and Niall followed with his first word of the conversation so far with a low,

   "Shit." That's right. The thought of having to pretend to be together must be terribly shit for him.

   "Harry, please-" said Simon patiently, but Harry cut across him, marching over to the table.

   "That's not going to happen," he said staunchly through gritted teeth and an icy glare. I looked at him in surprise. I'd never seem so angry before since the time I really did throw his toy trucks out the window. "Over my dead body she is not going to pose with Niall!"

   "Look boy," Simon replied sharply, "This is all of your reputations at stake here, do you understand? How are you going to explain this to the public? Niall will receive a massive backlash, you'll be deemed irresponsible and Addison can probably never show her face around anywhere respectable! Would you like that?"

   Harry seethed in silence, not taking his eyes of him but still fuming angrily. I could almost see the steam coming out of his ears.

   "Harry, he's right," I said quietly. He turned to me immediately, with anger in his eyes.

   "Is he, Addie?" he demanded abruptly, before storming off back to his place at the back of the room to keep pacing again. I groaned to myself, sinking lower in my chair.

   "We'll have the both of you pose as a couple to explain this," Simon continued as if nothing had happened, as he motioned to the paper. "Addison will go on tours with you, and appear in public with you."

   "Until?" interrupted Harry.

   "Until she's eighteen," finished Simon, "Which is seven months. Seven months, and then she's a legal adult and you'll no longer have an legal holding over her Harry."

   I was still trying to process the idea of pretending to go out with Niall. When I slept with him, I didn't even know his name. Now, I still don't know him and I was supposed to pose as his girlfriend?

   "This is a terrible idea," muttered Harry darkly.

   "Do you have a better one?" Simon shot back. He took his silence as a sufficient answer, turning to me. "Addison, what do you say?"

   "Seven months," I said blankly as Simon stared at me expectantly. "I think- I can do seven months." I heard Harry groan. Niall on the other hand, still hadn't said anything apart from shit and looked extremely pissed off for some reason.


   "Why do I have to this?" he demanded gruffly, sitting up in his seat. "I don't care if people think I go around sleeping with...with whores or whatever! Jesus Christ."

   "Niall," said Simon warningly.

   "Forget it!" Niall snapped, standing up and kicking his chair over. We all jumped at the noise as it ricocheted off the walls. "Forget it, I'm not going to play along with this stupid act! I don't have to protect her, I don't even know her! Why is it that the others can get away with anything and everything, but the moment I toe out of line, my toe's sliced off?"

   "Look, this isn't great for me either," I shot back and he looked at me for the first time. Those pretty blues were burning with incensed fury, but I wasn't going to bow down to some hormonal guy crap. "I- no one wants to do this. We need to-"

   "Don't tell me what I need to do!" he snapped, turning and storming off. He slammed the door behind him, leaving the rest of us rattle. Harry scowled at me, snatching the newspaper off the table and tugging me out of the room with him.

   "That's why you never fuck the Irish one," he hissed into my ear.


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