Nobody Compares To You

Aaralyn was a typical teenage girl. That is, until Harry Styles pushes himself into her life. NCTY contains graphic material for mature readers only. This is my story, it came from my mind. :) Thanks!


1. Chapter 1

"C'mon Aaralyn, pick up the pace!" Savannah yelled at me. "We're gonna miss the performance!" She yelled again. Fuck. Give me time to get ready! "Okay! I'm hurrying!"

I watched the many couples walk past us. I frowned in disappointment. I need a boyfriend.

We kept walking, talking. A black Range Rover pulled over, window down. What the fuck?

"Aaralyn!" An unfamiliar voice called. My friends and I stopped. "Aaralyn, get in! It's an emergency!"

I couldn't see the man's face. It was dark. Even with the street lights, I still couldn't make out his features. Uhm... Who the hell are you?

"Aaralyn, please, i-it's Brooke," the unfamiliar voice stuttered, "she's in trouble and she asked for you! Hurry, c'mon!" He yelled. No!

"Aaralyn?" Jake looked at me. I shrugged my shoulders. "Aaralyn, please!" "Aaralyn, it looks important. Maybe you should go." Savannah told me. Fucking fuck guys! Hell-to-the-no! I shook my head. "Just go." My two friends told me. "I-I'll call you later." I finally told my friends, regretting my decision. Why the fuck did I give in!?

I walked to the truck and opened the door. I swallowed the lump in my throat. Fuck. I put my left foot in the truck, and I was pulled into the black mustang. I looked at the man, trying to find light to see his face. Nothing. You've got to be fucking kidding me, right?

"The door, close it." He whispered so my friends didn't hear. I followed his orders. I closed the door and the man and I drove off.

We said nothing for at least five minutes. I broke the silence.

"Who are you?" I gulped. Please don't be a fucking rapist or something. 

The man said nothing. Fucking answer me asshole!

I waited another minute.

"How do to you know me?" I begged for a response, a tear gliding down my cheek. Shit, I'm crying; showing the dick weakness. "I've been watching you." He answered. I looked in his direction. "That explains why I felt like I was being watched." I nastily spoke. Fuck you.

"Where are we going?"

"I'm taking you home, Aaralyn." What the hell is up with you?

"Why did you pick me up if it was just to take me home?" I asked, my curiosity getting the best of me.

"I need you to know me."

"But I don't know you," I coughed. Creeper.

"You know my voice. That's all you need to know. It's enough to recognize me." The man explained. Yeah, okay.

"What color are your eyes?"

"Green." Nice.


"Brown." Nice.


The man didn't answer. Fine then.

We pulled up in front of my house.

"Thank you for taking me home." I said. Not really.

"Good night, Aaralyn." He said.

"When can I see you, as in, when can I see what you look like?"

"When I want you to." Really? What the hell?

I sat there, looking into the dark of his features, trying to make out something. The only thing I could see was his Pink Floyd shirt, denim jeans, and white converse. Attractive. No! 

I eventually gave up on trying to see at least a detail in his face. My eyes fixed on a dark curl the street lights allowed me to see. I reached up to the man's hair and twirled the curl around my index. I heard him chuckle slightly. 

"Curly hair." I approved.

My hand dropped when a large hand rested on my thigh. My chest rose and fell quickly. His hand started sliding up. I grew nervous. What the fuck, creeper?

"Thank you." I said again, releasing my seat belt and opening the door. Don't touch me like that again.

"I want to officially meet you sometime." The man said as I jumped from the mustang.

"Are you busy this weekend?" He asked me. No.

"I don't know. Maybe if you at least tell me your name, I can possibly cancel something." I said smirking.

The man chuckled. When I didn't laugh along with him, he immediately stopped.

"Harry." The man said. "Now, are you busy this weekend?" Mhm...

My smirk disappeared. Harry; I like it.

"You're lucky, I don't have plans on Saturday." I said before turning.

"I'll pick you up at 11. Wear something pretty." I could tell by Harry's tone that he was smiling. Don't bet on it.

I nodded and I pulled out my wallet to find my house key.

"Good night." The man said.

I nodded.

When I opened my house door, the truck had disappeared down the road.

I stepped inside and called Savannah.

"Yeah, uhm, he actually took me home. He wants to take me out this Saturday. " I told Savannah over the phone. "How sweet!" "I guess so." I hesitated. No, Savannah, it's not sweet! This guy, who I don't even know, is a fucking creeper. "I don't know if I wanna go." I shrugged. "No, honey, you're going." Savannah told me. Mumbling curse words, I said goodbye and ended the call.

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