Nothing Like Us

Brooke Elliot is a model and her best friend is Harry Styles. Brooke loves Harry and Harry loves Brooke, but neither of them realize it. One day, something happens and everything changes. Will Brooke and Harry finally admit there love for each other?

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1. Chapter 1

 

The sun shone brightly through my window, making my sleepy eyes flutter. I opened them slowly, letting them get used to the bright, beaming ball of light. I shifted from the warm spot I made in my bed and stretch. A shiver passed over me when I touched a cold spot under the sheets. I leaned over to my bedside table and picked up my iPhone to check the time. To my surprise, I had a text from my best friend, Harry Styles. I grinned and before reading the text, checked the time. It was half past nine. A reasonable time to get up, I presumed. I unlocked my phone and read Harry's text.

Good morning sleepyhead! Since you were asleep, I decided to let myself in. Taylor was up though and she gave me a good lecture on how I shouldn't march into peoples houses unannounced.

Typical of her, I thought. I'm making breakfast for the three of us. When you decide to get up, come on down and get some food!

I snickered at his witty text and lifted myself out of my cozy bed. I treaded across my plush, beige colored carpet, reaching my walk-in closet. Before deciding on what to wear for the day, I gazed at all of my elegant dresses hanging with such grace. They make being a model worthwhile. I grabbed a pair of perfectly folded, dark wash skinny jeans and a floral lace blouse.

Slipping my feet into some gray TOMS, I glanced at myself in the mirror. My flowing blonde hair looked great. My face was blemish free and my blue eyes twinkled like the stars.

Deciding that I looked presentable, I went downstairs to join my two best friends. When I arrived, Harry was flipping pancakes while Taylor sat at the kitchen table, playing with her phone. She still had her pajamas on.

The hardwood floor creaked when I stepped on it. Harry and Taylor averted their eyes from their tasks and turned towards me.

"Good morning sleeping beauty," Harry smiled, "did Prince Charming finally come and wake you up?"

Taylor giggled. "Ha ha, very funny," I added, putting my hands on my hips.

Harry grabbed the spatula lying on the counter and put the pancakes on a plate. I joined Taylor at the table. The smell of bacon hit my nose and I noticed there was a plateful right in front of me.

"This smells delicious," Taylor flattered Harry.

"Why thank you. Hopefully it's as good as it smells," he grinned.

I sighed. No matter how bad I wanted these pancakes, I couldn't have them. I must stick to my diet.

"Where are you going, Brooke?" Harry questioned when I arised from my seat.

"To fix myself some whole grain oatmeal with dried raisins," I answered, opening the cabinet.

I began to fix the oatmeal and poured myself a glass of skim milk to go with it. I ladled it out into a white ceramic bowl and scattered the dried raisins on top.

"You're not eating pancakes?" Taylor asked, giving me a shocked look.

I shook my head and took my seat again. Steam rised from the bowl and I took my first bite. Harry picked up the bacon plate and stuck it under my nose, hoping the smell would get me to take a piece.

"Are you sure you don't want any of this juicy bacon?" He asked.

"I'm positive," I smiled, swallowing a mouthful of oatmeal.

Harry sighed and sat the plate back down. He pulled out the chair beside mine and began to eat his breakfast. I watched as him and Taylor chowed down. It's amazing how much they can eat and not gain any weight. The whole thing reminded me of Niall.

"Where's Niall?" I asked Taylor, assuming she would know since they've been dating for a year now.

"He's at home," she said, taking a bite of bacon.

I looked down and continued eating my bland oatmeal, hoping to find another raisin so I can taste some flavor.

"Why don't you eat at least one pancake," Harry pleaded.

"Because I'm a model, Haz. And models, they need to watch their figure."

He rolled his eyes. "You don't need to watch your figure. You're perfect the way you are."

I felt my cheeks flush and finished off my bowl of oatmeal. Harry leaned back in his chair and patted his stomach.

"That was scrumptious," Harry put his hands behind his head, linking his fingers together, complementing his own cooking.

"Being a bit of a braggart, are we?" I smiled, taking our dishes to the sink.

"Well who wouldn't be when you're an amazing chef like me," he smirked.

I quickly washed the dishes and put them back where they belonged. Taylor left to go to the bathroom to get ready. I made my way to the couch and plopped down.

"When is your next fashion show?" Harry asked, taking a seat beside me.

I lifted my legs up and laid then across his lap before answering. "Friday."

"Great. That means you can be my date for the premiere of Warm Bodies on Saturday," he laid his hand on my leg.

"Oh come on Harry!" I complained, "Saturday is the day I lay around and do nothing!"

"And now it's when you go to the movie premiere with me," he grinned widely.

I sighed, not bothering to argue with Harry. He's stubborn and I know I'll lose the fight anyway. 

"Really? I'd love to!" Taylor shouted from her bedroom. She rushed out and usherd me to come to her, a huge smile on her face.

"What do you want, Smiley?" I asked, making myself smile too.

"Niall asked me to move in with him!" She shouted, grabbing my hands and jumping up and down, taking me along with her.

"That's wonderful!"

"What's all the commotion?" Harry asked, joining our happy fest.

"Niall asked Taylor to move in with him."

"I'm going to go pack now!" Taylor shrieked, skipping back to her room.

Harry and I looked at each other, suppressing laughs. My eyes wandered to the clock hanging on the wall. It's half past ten, which means I had thirty minutes to get to work. 

"I have to go," I said, grabbing my bag.

"Already? What are you even doing at the studio today anyway?" Harry asked, crossing his arms.

"Nothing much. Charlotte will probably just pick out the clothes we're going to be modeling on Friday. I'll get to leave after that."

"Ok then. Let me drive you," Harry picked up his keys to his Audi R8.

"Fine with me. Less gas I have to buy."

Harry laughed. He held out his hand for me and I took it, letting him pull me to the door. I didn't bother locking it since Taylor was still here. Harry's car was parked out in front by the pavement and I slipped into the passenger seat.

"So, who is the designer?" Harry asked, starting the engine, letting a smooth sound escape it.

"Dolce and Gabbana," I said while buckling my seatbelt. 

Ten minutes later, we arrived at the studio. All the way there, Harry asked me about the rest of the models that would be there. Wondering if I could get him set up with any of them. Typical of his cheeky self.

From the parking lot, I could see Charlotte bustling about inside the studio, handing dresses to the models and giving them orders, her long, wavy brown hair moving swiftly with her.

I stepped out of the car and fixed my shirt. 

"I'll be back in a little while to come pick you up," Harry said, running his fingers through his curls.

"Ok," I replied, almost closing the car door, "are you sure you don't want to see the models?"

Harry paused, as if thinking hard about it. "I'll see them Friday at the fashion show."

I nodded and shut the car door. Walking towards the entrance, I heard Harry leave behind me, honking his horn to show off. I opened the heavy glass doors to the studio and am immediately pounded by Charlotte.

"Brooke!" She shouted, "thank goodness you're finally here! I have you're whole wardrobe picked out for you!"

She grabbed my arm and gripped tightly, leading me to the huge room where they keep the new clothes for upcoming fashion shows. 

"We got the shipment yesterday and it's mainly dresses. That's what you model best anyway," she said, sounding exhausted already.

Charlotte loosened her grip on my arm. I'm surprised she didn't leave a mark. I walked to the rack that has my name on it and searched through the beautiful dresses.

"These are amazing," I whispered to myself, turning around to face Charlotte again, "do you need me for anything else today?"

"No," she quickly said, "that's it. I'll see you on Friday!"

Harry walked in minutes later, holding a white paper bag.

"Hey Harry!" Charlotte greeted him, eyes bright and smile wide. She's had the biggest crush on him for forever, although she doesn't know that I know, "are you coming to watch Brooke on Friday?"

"Of course I am! I wouldn't miss it for the world," he said, trying to be as enthusiastic as Charlotte.

"Good, good," she sighed, lowering her tone, "well, I guess I'll see you then!"

She whipped out of the room like the roadrunner, leaving a gust of wind behind. I think I saw Harry's hair move a little. 

"She has a huge crush in you," I grinned.

"I'm aware of that."

"You should totally talk to her instead of all the fake models! She's just as pretty as them!" I suggested, my voice rising in excitement.

"I'd rather not. I've got my eye on someone else."

Confusion fell over me. I had no idea Harry met one of them already.

"What's in the bag?" I asked, walking closer to him, eager to know its contents.

"Donuts," he smiled, shaking the bag in my face.

I sighed. "Harry, you know I can't have them! Why must you torture me!" 

"Oh come on. One donut never hurt anybody," he pleaded, giving me puppy dog eyes, jutting his lower lip out, pouting ever so slightly.

I looked at the bag, then to him. Temptation rising within me, I gave in and plucked it from his hands. When I opened the bag, the sweet smell of the glaze from the donuts, filled my nose. I closed my eyes and let out a breath. I reached into the bag and pulled one out. My tastebuds livened up when the sugary pastry hit my tongue. It was almost like fireworks in my mouth.

"You look like you haven't eaten a donut in ten years," Harry laughed, making fun of my facial expressions.

"I feel like it's been that long," I said, mouth full of the donut. I took two bites and the thing was almost gone.

"That was delicious," I slowly licked the last bits off my fingers, savoring every minute of it.

"Are you ready to go home?"

"I guess. It doesn't look like Charlotte needs me for anything else."

Harry opened the car door for me this time. On the way back home, I turned on the radio. A Justin Bieber song came on and I turn up the volume. Harry started singing along and I closed my eyes, listening to them harmonize together. 

Harry parked his car in the same spot he was before.

"I'll see you Friday," Harry said.

"Ok. Prepare to be amazed," I stepped onto the pavement and twirled.

"Can't wait!" Harry gave a thumbs up, adding a grin.

I giggled. "Bye Harry."

"Bye."

I kept my stance and watched Harry leave, a sigh escaping me, thinking how I'm falling hopelessly in love with my best friend.

 

 

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