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!


4. Chapter 4

When it was our turn to get on the Ferris wheel, we got in the small cart.

We were sitting quite close together. I tried to sit across from Harry but he wouldn't let me. No matter what happens while we were on this ride, I couldn't run from it. Fuck.

"People know that I was looking for you. They were trying to get to you first but obviously they didn't. They were going to hurt you because of me. While you're with me, I won't let anyone hurt you. I'm like this to keep you safe." Harry told me. What?

I looked at him. I didn't say a thing, I just looked.

I looked into his sparkling green eyes.  I tried to say something, but I couldn't. I couldn't bring myself to say a thing.

I brushed one of Harry's curls behind his ear. He looked at me, surprised at my action.

The wheel made a weird noise and stopped. The workers told everyone on the ride that it was temporarily stopped to fix something.

Harry looked over the side of the cart and looked back at me startled.

"It's okay, it gives us more time to talk." I told him.

 Harry nodded.

"Why were you watching me?"

"So I could get to know you without knowing you."

"Why me?"

"I don't know. I saw you one time and I liked you. I didn't introduce myself because if we were to hang out and all, they would find you and try and take you from me."

"Who's 'they?'"

"The ones who hate me. Who hate what I do. Who want to ruin every chance of happiness that comes my way."

"What do you do?"

Harry didn't answer.

"Harry, what do you do?" I asked again.

Harry didn't answer that time either.

The Ferris wheel started moving once again.

Harry looked away from me.

I put my hand on Harry's leg. He looked down at my hand, then up at me.

"What do you do?" I asked again.


It looked like Harry had nearly melted when I looked at him.

"They hate me because when they get girlfriends or boyfriends, they end up beating them so I take them to my friend's house that takes care of them. My friend is like a doctor. When I bring people to him, he checks on them, makes sure they're alright and other shit. The people hate me for taking them. I have no choice considering they beat the fuck out of people."

"That's what you do that you were scared to tell me? That's a good thing, Harry."

"Occasionally, I'll sleep with one of their girlfriends and then take them to my friend's house."

"Oh." I wasn't happy.

"Before all this started, I was like a helper to police men and women. I wasn't an officer, but I was allowed to carry a gun for extra help. One of our cases involved the people beating and killing people. We went in and I shot two of their buddies. They've been trying to get me since. They've attempted killing me, but gave up and decided taking my happiness was better. They're not very bright people. That's why I've been watching you. I didn't want them to know who I wanted or else they'd hurt you. That's why I was in a hurry to get you into my truck when we first met. They were waiting at the fair for you." Harry explained.

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