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!


18. Chapter 18

I was curled in a ball outside on the nice lawn, crying. Josh and Coral were calling and texting Harry telling him to get his ass back here. I hid myself by a bush so people wouldn't question if I was okay or not. 

When Harry decided to show up, I couldn't even look at him. How can you tell me you love me and just run away? 

"Aaralyn, I'm sorry." Harry whispered, sitting in the chair next to me. I was inside now. Josh and Coral left Harry and I alone to work things out.

"How can you tell me you love me and just run away?" My jaw clenched. 

My attention was directed at my phone which Braden was texting me. Harry snatched my phone away from me when I picked it up, and he opened the conversation. How'd you know my passcode?

Harry's jaw clenched and I could see anger had shot through him. What do the texts say?

Harry got up, with my phone, and walked away. I got up and chased him to his car. 

"Harry, where the hell are you going?" I yelled while getting in his truck. 

Harry growled while starting the truck. 

Harry had directed his attention on the road. I snatched my phone off his thigh where it sat, and opened the conversation. 

I scrolled through the conversation. What made you mad, Harry? Then I saw it. The text that crossed the line. It read, "I wanna do dirty things to you. My place tonight?" That pissed me off too. 

"What the fuck?" I said, not believing what I had just read. 

Harry didn't talk to me the whole ride to Starbucks. Braden works at Starbucks, he must've been on his break. 

Harry and I got out the the truck and stormed inside. 

Harry told the man behind the counter that we were here to see Braden. The man scanned me a few times with his eyes. Harry stepped in front of me, annoyed. "Braden?" Harry growled. The man pointed to the 'Employees Only' door. We walked inside to find Braden standing alone in front of a tv, drinking a soda. Braden turned and his eyes widened. Braden put his soda on a little table and took a step closer. 

"You're the boyfriend, or was it ex-boyfriend? Harry, right?" Braden sounded amused. In two seconds top, Harry had lunged himself onto Braden, resulting in both of the two crashing onto the floor. Harry had sat up and was beating the shit out of Braden. He threw fists into his chest. He swung his fist and made contact with Braden's jaw. Harry kept throwing punches to Braden's face.

"Harry!" I yelled, pulling Harry off of Braden.

Harry got up and turned to me. I backed up against a wall. Harry walked to me and towered over me like the 6'3'' skyscraper he was. He was wearing a white sleeved shirt with a black button up vest. His hand lifted and I thought he was going to hit me. Instead, Harry grabbed my waist and pulled me forward, into him. He looked back at Braden who was sitting up, holding his jaw with blood trickling from his nose. He was watching us. 

Harry turned back to me and pressed his lips to mine. Harry shoved his tongue into my mouth to add emphasis. He pulled back after a minute and turned his head to Braden. Braden hadn't moved. Harry gave him a smirk saying, 'she's mine, back the fuck off.' Harry turned back to me and leaned forward. He whispered into my ear, "Let's go." Harry placed his large hand on my lower back and guided me out of the room. I didn't argue. Neither of us looked back at Braden. We took him not fighting back as a surrender. 


"Where are we going?" I asked as we drove down the road.

"The wedding is over, you're going home." Harry looked mad. What the fuck are you mad about? I should be the mad one! But no, I love you too much to stay mad at you, asshole. 

"No." I refused. 

"Yes." Harry snapped. 

I grabbed his wrist and entwined our fingers. 


"Yes." Harry snatched his hand away. 

I thought for a moment, deciding whether or not it was a good idea to turn him on. It's a good idea, try it. If it doesn't work, he'll just take you home. Please let it work, I want him. 

I moved to sit in the middle seat next to Harry. 

"Aaralyn, stop." Harry looked nervous. 

I put my hand on his thigh.

"Aaralyn, don't." Harry ordered, keeping his eyes on the road.

I found the button to his jeans, and popped it open. I leaned forward to whisper in his ear, "You know you want it." I bit my lip. Harry let out a deep moan. It worked. I smirked at my accomplishment. 

I pressed delicate kisses on his cheek that lead to the corner of his lips. 

I went to reach for Harry's other cheek, but my hand brushed him. 

Harry coughed. "Are you trying to kill us?" Harry snapped. 

I smiled when Harry passed my neighborhood. 

"Chill out while we're in a moving vehicle."

I could see Harry's throbbing erection against his jeans. I did better than I thought. Nice job.

"Fine." I smirked while moving back to the passenger seat.

We were quiet until Harry broke the silence. 

"I'm sorry for leaving earlier." Harry found my hand and entwined our fingers. "It's because-"

"You don't have to tell me why you left. If it's personal, then whatever. I'm just happy you came back." I said as we pulled into the parking lot in front of Harry's apartment. 

We walked to his apartment and stopped at his door. 

"I do want it." Harry told me. 

"Okay, just don't rush again, baby."

Harry pulled me inside his apartment and into his room. He shut the door like someone was going to come in. 

Harry started undressing. He had his shirt off and I couldn't look away from his toned torso. 

While I was mesmerized by his chest, he had completely stripped. He just laughed at me.

"Strip." Harry encouraged me. 

I obeyed and I stripped for him. I only had my bra and underwear on. 

"Completely." Harry smirked. 

I smiled shyly and obeyed.

Harry crawled onto his bed and pulled the duvet back for me to get in. I crawled in and he pulled the duvet back up. I snuggled beside him.

"Did we come here after you nearly killed us just to snuggle?" Harry was serious.

I shook my head. 

"Thought so." Harry smirked while climbing on top of me.

Harry hovered over me while he kissed me, his erection rubbing against me. 


"What?" He smiled.

"C'mon." I bit my lip. 

"What do you want?"

I growled. 

"What do you want?" Harry repeated. 

"I want you to fuck me." I growled.

Harry laughed.


Harry reached into his side table drawer. He pulled out a little package and took his time opening it. 

"Styles, hurry up." I shouted, impatiently.

"I know, I'm trying." Harry said as he struggled with the package. I snatched it from his hands and ripped it open. 

"Damn, baby." Harry chuckled.

Harry rolled the condom on and positioned himself. 

"Ready, baby?" Harry asked.

I nodded. 

Harry pushed in a bit. 

"Baby, you're so tight." Harry told me.

"Keep going." I demanded.

Harry pressed in a little deeper. I let out a moan before Harry rocked himself in a bit more, grinding his hips on mine. I was almost at my climax. 

"Not yet." Harry ordered. 

I nodded as Harry pushed in deeper. I bit my lip, trying to hold it in.

"Almost there, not yet." Harry moaned.

"Harry." I moaned. 

Harry pushed in all the way. My muscles contracted around him. Harry leaned down to me ear. 

"Come for me." He whispered. 

I came. I came hard and loud. I was screaming his name. I'm sure his neighbors heard me. 

Harry pulled out.

"Relax." Harry ordered, and of course I obeyed. 

Harry layed back on the bed, exhausted. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into him.

"I love you, Aaralyn." Harry whispered after we relaxed.

"I love you, Harry." I whispered back.

Harry pulled the duvet up a bit more. He turned the lamp next to him off and kissed the back of my neck. 

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