Nobody Compares To You

The life of Sam Taylor is changed forever when she moves from her little town in New Hampshire to London, England. Sam moves without a job, not knowing anyone, with the whole summer before classes start. On her very first day, by weird coincidences, she meets a famous band that she has never heard of, called "One Direction". Somehow she is dragged into the middle of the fast paced world of One Direction, and cam't exactly find her way out of the beautiful disaster that has been made. She gets stuck in a few sticky situations, that will stay with her the rest of her life. What will her new life become of? How long will the band be on break? What will become of Sam Taylor?

DISCLAIMER: At the beginning of the story, Niall and Zayn cause the band to need to take a break because of arguments within the band. That is not the case! I love them both! <3

<3 *Forever in support of the boys who started on the stairs* <3


1. A New Life


Sam’s POV

                Walking out of my home for the last time is such a weird feeling. Knowing I won’t be back at my home in six months, for Christmas break. I’m just barely 18, for god sakes I’m still a child. And I’m going to be living alone in a flat in London. My mother hugs me, my father cries and won’t let me go, and my sisters each cling to one of my legs. Despite my present desires, I jump in the cab with the one backpack left of things I have in this country, and depart my home that I’ve lived in for over 15 years.

                The cab carries me all the way to the airline in Boston, Massachusetts. I cried the whole way there, the cab driver, an old man, feeling sorry for how I must feel. He obviously remembers when his children and grandchildren have left home. I arrive to the JetBlue airline and he stops the car, I see the meter says $22.16, and I am about to take out two twenties, when he stops me. He tells me to keep the money, that’ll he’ll cover it. And he wishes me luck in my new life in college. I hug him. Although I just met him, I feel as though I love him, and I cling to him, sobbing. He wishes me luck, and I see tears in his eyes.

                I thank him, suddenly embarrassed, and depart to check in. It went fast, too fast. I had never known anything except for the small town in New Hampshire. And now this new adventure would bring so many new things that I am so nervous about. What happens when I get lost? I’ve never been good with directions. And in another country? Where you drive on the wrong side of the road and pants means underwear? What am I going to do? How am I going to manage? School doesn’t start for another three months, summer break just started! How will I find a job this fast?  

              I set a music playlist on my phone with some classic Broadway pieces, Bruno Mars, Lady Antebellum and some more of my favorites, not exactly in the happy mood to talk to anyone I don't know. Everything would be foreign soon. I was going to absorb my last few minutes of American culture while I could. 

                As I walk onto the airplane I find my seat. The stress of everything finally gets to me, and I feel myself growing into unconsciousness… And I pass out right then and there, before the airplane even takes off.

Paul’s POV

                Leave it to the boys to always surprise me at the worst times. I leave for one week, ONE WEEK, to go on a vacation on the beach, and Niall breaks his foot by falling off the stage at a concert in Germany. So since I wasn’t there to catch his sorry bum falling off the stage, I was called back immediately because now he will need to be carried almost everywhere that fans could inhabit.

                I jump onto the airplane and I attempt to find my seat. I finally find it next to a girl who has already fallen asleep. She’s about Harry’s age, 17 or 18 I’m guessing. I wonder what she is doing going to London by herself. The plane is about to start taking off when my iPhone starts ringing. It’s Niall, so obviously it’s probably about food. I reluctantly pick up the phone. “Yes Niall?”

                “Paul? PAUL?”

                I hear the boys all yelling behind him. “Can you please tell Liam that I can still drive to Nando’s by me self with my broken foot?”

                I hear Liam trying to yell something over him, and Louis and Zayn screaming in the background. “No Niall! No you can’t drive with the air cast on! You can barely press down on the…”

                Liam interrupted me, and I can feel my blood pressure rising in my head. “Don’t worry Paul! I’ve got everything under…” Suddenly the line was dead. I wanted to scream and run. These boys.

                These boys are going to be the death of me. They have been arguing for weeks now. I think three years of almost constantly living together has been really bad for their friendships. Obviously they love each other like brothers, but I need to figure out what to do. I decided to text Simon before I had to turn off my phone before the flight.

                Hey Simon, it’s Paul. I’m coming home from NH. You told me to tell you the next time the boys are fighting again. Well, to be honest it hasn’t stopped in three weeks. What should we do?

                Of course I can count on Simon to always have his phone. The second after I sent it I got a message back, as the flight attendant started to say the flight safety.

                I’m calling a code red meeting. Tomorrow, field near London Eye. Bring the boys.

                Tomorrow is going to be a really interesting day. I look over at the girl next to me. Her eyes are red and puffy, but she’s sound asleep. When I see her iPhone is listening to Les Miz, I smile. That was always my favorite musical growing up. I remember when I was younger and always used to dream about being the manager of a famous band, and I wondered if One Direction had ever altered this girls life. Because after the past few weeks, I don’t know what Simon is going to do with them tomorrow. 

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