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!


24. Chapter 24

"Be safe." I kissed Harry on the lips, my arms wrapped around his neck. Harry attempted to pull away but I refused.

"Aaralyn." Harry laughed. 

"Promise me that you'll be safe, Harry." I buried my face in his chest and closed my eyes. I smiled as I felt the vibrations in his chest from him laughing. 

"I promise, baby." Harry kissed the top of my head. 

"I love you, Harry." I kissed him again.

"I love you, Aaralyn. Oh, and last night was amazing." Harry kissed back.

I laughed as we parted and I watched as Harry walked away from me. 

"I love you, Harry!" I yelled through the airport. 

"I love you, Aaralyn! See you in a month, baby!" Harry blew a kiss. I pretended to catch his kiss and put it where my heart is. Harry smiled widely and boarded the plane to Cheshire. 

I turned around to see my three best friends giggling.

"Grow up. Let's go." I laughed. 

We all walked back to my car, getting in and heading to Starbucks.

"You gonna be okay without Harry for a month, Aara?" Jake asked. I shook my head, gripping the steering wheel harder than I intended. I quickly wiped a fallen tear off my cheek. 

"Aww! Aara!" Savannah, the sucker for love, cooed. She reached up from the backseat and squeezed my shoulder lightly. "It'll be okay, I promise." Savannah added. I nodded, wiping away a few more tears.


Two weeks without Harry was dreadful. I wasn't worried about him, I was worried about myself. I didn't know how much longer I could be without Harry before I broke down. I loved him and he loved me. It's hard for there to be such a great distance between lovers. It truly is. Ally has gone through this one too many times. I now understand her pain and grief. 

I directed my attention to my phone that was now lit up, alerting a new text message. I picked it up and saw it was from Harry's sister, Gemma. The text read, "Your boyfriend is out of control. He needs a reality check from you and only you. Nobody else can get into his head, not me or our mum." I grew nervous. I replied with, "What do you mean, 'out of control?'" She replied almost immediately, "Aara, he's back home with old school friends... and girlfriends who are now older and prettier..." My heart dropped into the pit of my stomach. "That's all I need to hear. I'm on my way, don't tell him I'm  coming." I replied while getting up and packing a suit case. 

I called my three best friends and asked if anyone cared to join me on a trip to a different country. Ally accepted while Jake and Savannah apologetically declined my offer. 

Within an hour and a half, we were sitting in an airport with tickets to Cheshire. 

"Thanks for coming with me." I sighed, disappointed that we had to make this trip. Ally nodded and continued looking around the airport. 

A few minutes later, we were called to board the plane.

Within countless hours, we were sitting in the Styles' living room. I got to officially meet Gemma and Harry's mom, Anne. They explained multiple times how worried they were about Harry and how sorry they were for letting this happen. I assured them that it was okay. One thing that did bother me though was how they knew he was fucking his ex girlfriends. 

"I saw several condoms in his back pocket." Gemma made the shape of the packages like I'd never seen one before. I nodded.

We talked about everything under the sun for about an hour until Harry came home. We heard the front door open and slam closed, and shuffling feet climbing the stairs. There was a wall blocking the front door and the living room so Harry couldn't see us, and we couldn't see him. Gemma motioned for us to follow her. We obeyed and followed her quietly up the stairs. We stopped in front of a bedroom door. We heard drawers slamming and shuffling feet. Gemma picked the lock and opened the door for me. I stood in the doorway and watched my boyfriend dig through his bedroom drawers. Harry finally felt the eyes on him and he lifted his head. Tired green eyes peered up at me. Harry was kneeling in front of his bedside table. He fell backwards onto his butt in shock. 

"Aaralyn?" Harry whispered. I nodded while stepping in his room and closing the door. I walked to his bed and sat down. I folded my hands in my lap and bowed my head, disappointed in my lover. 

"What are you doing here?" Harry asked while getting up and sitting next to me. 

"Gemma told me that you were seeing your ex girlfriends. Is that true, Harry?" I asked, raising my head to look him in the eyes. I searched his face, looking for an answer which wasn't being shown. I nodded, turning my head and closing my eyes in attempt to hold back the tears. That hadn't worked. The tears burned my eyes. I threw my head in my hands. Harry remained silent, not moving, nothing. 

"Did you plan on telling me?" I asked, turning my head back to him to show him the pain he'd caused me. Harry started crying as well, shaking his head. "This wasn't supposed to happen, Aara." Harry muttered. 

I didn't want to. Didn't want to start new shit by telling him to stay here for good. What would that solve? 

"I'm gonna go." I said, holding everything inside again. "Where?" Harry asked. "I don't know." I said while getting up. 

"Wait," Harry grabbed my wrist, "I love you." Harry whispered. I didn't reply. "I know you love me so just say it." Harry begged. I bit my lip and shook my head. Harry's grip on my wrist tightened. "Say it!" Harry shouted, crying. I gripped his door handle and twisted it. I jerked the door open and exited his room. I went downstairs to find Ally, Gemma, and Anne sitting quietly in the living room. 

"I'm sorry, I can't help him." I cried. I gave them hugs and left with Ally. Harry blew up my phone with text messages which only said, "I love you." As much as it hurt to leave, I knew it was the right thing to do. Driving around Cheshire with Ally in silence made me realize something: Harry fucked my life up. He forced himself into MY life just to screw it up. As much as I loved him, I think it was time to call it quits. For both our sakes. We drove each other crazy. That's not what true love is about; making each other crazy. It just isn't. 

"So what are you gonna do?" Ally spoke up. "It's time to call it quits." I admitted.

And that's what I did, I broke up with the love of my life. 

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