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!


2. Chapter 2

"So they just told you to go with him?" Ally, my best friend, asked me. "Yeah, it was quite strange." I told her. They must've been smoking something.

"What did he say was his name?" "Harry; he's got curly hair, green eyes, and brown hair. He was wearing a Pink Floyd shirt, jeans, and white converse. I couldn't see his face but that's what he told me." I explained to Ally.

"When do you get to officially meet him?" "Saturday." I sighed. Kill me now, please?

"Savannah wants you to call you after every date." Ally told me.

"Number one, they're not dates. Number two, for all I know, I may not want to go out again. Plus, I don't even know the guy. Just tell her I said okay." Fuck my life.


"Harry will be here in two hours." My mother yelled through my locked door. I sighed. Can I run away now?

I departed from my couch and walked to my closet. I picked out a pair of skinny jeans, a white lace top, and white Vans. I changed and straightened my hair. When I finished my hair and makeup, I looked out the window and saw a familiar black Range Rover. I looked at my phone that read '10:03 PM.' I sighed. You're early asshole. I walked to my room and grabbed my bag, containing lip gloss, my house key, my drivers license, and pepper spray that I got from my friend's dad a while back. Score! I hadn't needed to use it yet, but it sure wouldn't hurt to carry it around just to be safe. 

I walked down the stairs to find Harry and my mother conversing in the hallway.

"Hi." Harry greeted me.

Sparkling green eyes peered down at me. Harry's brown curly hair fell perfectly around his face. He was wearing a white shirt, black jeans, and white converse. He was incredibly tall; I had look up at him. Harry was beautiful. Shit! No, you're not supposed to be attractive! Shit!

"Hi." I replied, stunned by his appearance.

"Sorry I was so early. I just couldn't wait to see you again. Are you ready?" Harry laughed. It's okay that you're early. Fuck, no it's not!

"Yeah." No.

"Be careful and have fun. I won't be home for a few days, I'm going to your aunt's reunion. Your brother should be home tomorrow to visit." My mother told me. I nodded.

Harry walked me out to his black Range Rover and opened the passenger door for me. What a gentlemen... 

"You look beautiful." Harry said. You're lying. "Thanks. You don't look too bad either." I smiled. Sadly. 

I got in the car and Harry shut the door after me. Harry soon got in the car too.

Harry started the car and pulled away from my house.

I couldn't take my eyes off him. He was truly beautiful.

It was when Harry started laughing that I noticed I had been staring for as long as I had. Sorry.

"Sorry." I apologized. You're quite attractive underneath all that creepy shit you showed me last night.

"Don't be." He laughed.

"So where are we going?" I changed the subject, embarrassed.

"I don't know. I was thinking about taking you downtown." Harry told me.

"That's fine." I told him. "So are you like, from London or...?" I love your accent.

"I'm from Cheshire. I moved here a couple years ago."

"That explains your British accent." I laughed.

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