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. :)


3. you're so london

   "I can't believe you live here," I said, looking around in shock. It was a gorgeous apartment, with nice furniture and actual food in the kitchen.

   "Yeah, it's alright," shrugged Harry, stumbling past me and collapsing onto the couch with my bags. "Erm, well I've got the spare room ready." He turned and blindly walked off, and I had a moment to revel in how sweet he was.

   I followed him to my new room; it was pretty spacious with the bathroom close by, and about a wardrobe which could probably hold a bus full of small children. I threw myself onto the bed and allowed myself to smile into the sheets.

   Compared to modest Holmes, this was nice. I'd even seen a few of London's fancy sights on the ride in. There were a lot of people pointing at Harry's car too, and a fair bit of screaming.

   According to him, his mates were arriving back tonight. They'd be out around Manchester since one of them was visiting their girlfriend. The thought of Manchester made me grin to myself.

   How awkward would it have been to bump into one of his band mates in the club? Then again I wouldn't even know it was them.
   Harry and I spent the better part of the afternoon sitting on the floor of my new room helping me unpack and just talking.

   "What do I call you?" he asked curiously as he pulled a top out of the pile in my bag and folded it neatly.

   "What do you mean?" I replied, confused as I carelessly folded another one and threw it back on top of the pile. Harry scooped it up immediately and refolded it.

   "Addison, it's a bit long innit?" he answered, "What do your friends call you?"

   "I don't have friends," I said flatly and his eyes widened a fraction. "Harry, I should probably tell you something."

   "Are you into drugs?" he asked immediately, dropping my jeans. "Are you in a gang? Are you a prostitute?" Well the last one was pretty close scoop. I was sitting with my back against the wall, and him opposite me leaning against the foot of my bed.

   "After the crash, things went a little out of control," I breathed out heavily, turning and rummaging through my next bag. "I sort of dropped out of school."


   "Got into partying," I sighed, forcing myself to look at him. "And a lot of guys. I mean, a lot."

   "So, you're a sex addict?" he confirmed, eyebrows raised.

   "What? No!" I cried, flinging my pyjamas at him. "I just haven't been the most responsible of late."

   "Doesn't matter," he shrugged carelessly, "You party, you're into guys; isn't everyone your age like that?"

   "I'm seventeen," I replied defiantly.

   "I'm nineteen," he shot back. "Who cares, Addison? Alright, so maybe you were a bit a of know, for a while. What can I say? I'm not such a great role model." He refolded my pyjamas and placed them carefully next to him in an obsessively neat pile. I watched him just fold for a while, until he glanced up with a smile on his face. "I know what I'll call you." To be honest, I wasn't the biggest fan of nicknames. I cringed a little in anticipation.

   "I'll call you Addie," he replied with a toothless grin, "At least, that's what I think I used to call you back when we were little."


   "Harry! We're home!" bellowed an unfamiliar voice. Harry scrambled to his feet in an instant and raced down the hallway like he was rabid, yelling something unintelligible at the top of his lungs. I poked my head out the door and squinted down the corridor to see a bunch of guys there.

   The one that Harry had jumped on had brown hair with a side swept fringe, I saw another with deep brown eyes, and another with jet black hair and golden eyes.

   "Hey, wait a sec- Addie!" Harry yelled and I immediately stuck my head back inside my room, pretending to go back to unpacking. "Addie!"

   "What?" I yelled back.

   "Who's back there?" I heard someone ask, with a familiar accent.

   "It's my cousin," Harry replied, and I could hear him approaching the room again. I was almost tempted to lock the door. "Remember when I said she'll be staying for a while? Addie- come out." He practically kicked the door open and stood there, staring at me.

   "What is it?" I asked. He walked over, grabbed my hand and dragged me outside.

   "Guys, meet Addie," he said, not letting go of my wrist as he finally tugged me infront of his mates. "Addie, this Louis, Liam and Zayn. Where's Niall?"

   "Lost the bet so he's bringing up our stuff," replied the one with the chocolate brown eyes, who I think Harry said was called Liam. The one who I could hardly keep my eyes off was the one with the golden eyes and jet black hair, quiffed up perfectly. God, he was gorgeous. And he was staring at me too, the edge of his lips raised ever so slightly.

   "Name's Louis," said the one with the side swept fringe, stepping forward and hugging me like we'd known each since birth. I made a surprised noise. "Funny. You don't look like Harry."

   "Thank god," I muttered under my breath. Harry pinched me and I let out a noise of protest, jabbing his in the ribs.

   "Zayn," said the one with the golden eyes as Louis finally let go. He held out his hand and I accept it graciously as I could. I didn't really want to look him in the eyes because I was worried I might do something stupid like drool.

   "Addison," I replied with a small smile. Inevitably, we did meet eyes. And god his were perfect.

   "You can call her Addie," quipped Harry, leaning against the kitchen counter with a smirk as I turned to glare at him. There was a loud bang from the door and the sound of someone cursing. "Niall!"

   I heard Harry laugh as he bustled past me to greet his other band mate. I couldn't quite see him, but I realised abruptly that Zayn and I were still holding hands. I pulled away quickly and so did he, but I caught Louis smirking at the both of us.

   Harry waltzed back into sight with his arm around the shoulders of his other mate.

   My jaw dropped, a bright red blush jumped to my cheeks and I think my heart stopped beating and I was technically dead for a few seconds. Same with him, as he lurched forward, his mouth hanging open and blue eyes wide.

   Harry turned and frowned at him.

   "Niall?" Then he turned and looked at me. "Addie?" Oh god no. Oh god, please, please, please no. But if I recognised him and he recognised me, then it had to be him.

   Niall was charming, blonde Irish guy I'd slept with last night. And stolen that muffin from.


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