Nobody Compares

"I thought you died..." I whispered, barely believing what I'm witnessing. Tears formed in his eyes, "I-It's me babe, I swear." I came close to him and touched his chest, pushing him back, "How could you lie to me?" I almost shouted, salty tears already streaming down my rosey cheeks. "It was all a misunderstanding!" He cried out, defending himself. "Oh boo-hoo. You must not know how many nights I cried myself to sleep. How many nights I wish I could go back to that day, You left me during a tramatic time, I can never forgive you. I'm sorry." I sighed and stumbled backwards, running as fast as I could. Away from him, away from Harry Styles.

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Melanie's P.O.V ;

It kinda felt like deja vu  waking up and doing the same process. I opened my eyes and stretched when I smelt the smell of burning. I stood up, realizing I was naked, and ran to the bathroom. I slipped on my sweatpants and black t-shirt on me, pulling a pair of my black ankle socks on my feet. I stepped out of the bathroom and looked at Harry, he was completely open with no blanket on him, so I threw a blanket on him and skidded out to see where the burning was coming from. I began coughing as fog was starting to form in the kitchen area. I went in the living room, which also had smoke in it, and shook Louis.

"What?" He groaned, putting the pillow on top of his head.

"Wake up! I think there's a fire!" I yelled which caused him to sprang up. "Where?" He asked, running a hand through his hair.

"In the kitchen." and we both began jogging in there, and yes, it was a fire. I began coughing and choking as Louis and I kept throwing cups of water at the flames. It didn't go down that much, "Where's the salt?" I yelled over the sizzling on the stove.

Louis grabbed some salt and we again, began flinging salt everywhere. The fire eventually died down and Louis and I slumped down on the floor, breathing heavy.

"Jesus Christ, that was a workout." Louis sighed, I nodded, agreeing with him.

"Let's go wake up the other guys, we'll have to buy a new stove." I laughed, looking at the sagged and burned old stove. Louis laughed with me as we began to walk up the stairs.

"I can't believe they slept through that!" I yawned, walking into Harry's room. He was still asleep on his bed, cuddled in the blanket. I sat down next to him, shaking him softly. His eyes opened and he looked at me before rubbing his eyes and yawning. "What time is it?" Harry asked, propping himself up on his elbow.

"12:40, Your apartment caught on fire." I said pretty casually. His eyes widened out of shock, "W-What?" He stuttered.

I nodded, "We need to go buy a new stove." as I rubbed his bare arm.

He laid there for a second thinking, "Who left the stove on?" He asked.

"Probably you, remember you were going to make pancakes before, 'it' happened?" I suggested.

Harry face palmed himself, "Damn it." And got out of bed, still naked.

"I'm gonna take a shower, okay love?" and kissed my forehead as he waltzed to the bathroom.

I sighed, opening the dresser drawers that were filled with all my new clothes. I undressed out of my sweats and t-shirt as I slipped on a Celine-Paris white sweatshirt, Juicy Couture dark skinny jeans, and white Nike socks. I heard the shower turn off while I was stuffing my pajamas in the hamper.

I took out my brush that was on the nightstand and brushed my hair thoroughly and pulled it in a sock bun, pulling my side bangs out.

Harry walked out, a towel hanging from his waist as his hair was dripping wet. "You're making puddles on the floor!" I scolded, laughing at the same time. He looked at his feet and smirked, "You think that's funny?" He joked, walking closer to me.

"No, Harry. Don't you dare." I said, backing up slowly as Harry backed me up against the wall with a smirk on his face.

He pushed my arms over my head and shook his head like a dog, water drops going all over me. "Harry!" I squealed trying to push him away.

He shuffled his hand through his hair, "It's all dry now!" he smiled, walking towards the dressers changing into a 'Fuck You.' quoted white shirt with dark black skinny jeans. He put on white converse, "C'mon, let's go get the stove," and he grabbed his phone, keys, and wallet.

"Wait!" I called out, grabbing my phone and my Micheal Kors leather brown purse, shrugging it over my shoulder. Harry stuffed his wallet in my purse, "Thanks." I joked while we walked down the stairs. Zayn, Niall, Liam, and Louis were eating breakfast on the kitchen counter.

"We're gonna go get a new stove." Harry waved at the guys, grabbing toast off of Zayn's plate.

"Hey!" Zayn said. I was focused on Liam, who wouldn't even look at me or Harry. He looked flustered and upset, shucks.

"Bye!" The boys, besides Liam, all called out in sync while Harry grabbed my hand. We took an elevator down to the lobby and walked out, me in the passenger seat and Harry in the drivers seat as he put the car in ignition, driving away from the apartments. 

Harry grabbed my hand, pulling it up to his lips and kissing the top of my hand. "Harryyyy," I whined. 

"Mhmm?" He mumbled, not removing my hand from his lips. 

"Where are we going?" I asked, using my free hand to go on my facebook, which I had to make private from the One Direction fans. 

"Um, maybe Sears?" Harry suggested, I nodded. 

"Why not?" and blew a raspberry. 

Harry blew one back, "That was random." He chuckled, pulling into Sears parking lot. 

I laughed with him as I grabbed my purse and stepped outside in the warm London air. Harry wrapped an arm around my waist, he put his lips up to my ear whispering, "Does this mean we're a couple now?" He asked in a raspy tone. 

I nodded, kissing his cheek and linking our hands together. 

It was like a puzzle piece, as if they belonged like that. 

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