Nobody Compares

Chapter Three- Meeting the boys

11 Months and 4 Days after

I sang the last note of my last song and cheered. "Thank you," I shouted. "Thank you for this tour. I will miss it. Goodbye tour of 2010!" I ran off stage and undressed. I wiped the makeup off, and hopped into the shower. I was planning on getting on the plane in the morning. It would be short since its only from the America's to England. 

Harry and his band, One Direction came in third place. Tomorrow, I could finally see him again. I hadn't even met his bandmates yet. Sometimes I wondered if they found out. 

I only know their band name is One Direction, they are famous, they are releasing an album, and there is 5 of them altogether. I never heard them, or saw them.

I toweled myself dry and jumped into the truck. We headed to the airport's hotel. The America's are crazy. They have a hotel inside their airport. It was weird if you ask me.

When I got to the hotel fans were everywhere. Not many people knew I was related to Harry Styles so I was okay. Jim and my bodyguards pulled me through the hotel. "Piper! Does Bo ever cheat?" Yes, he does.I looked down without responding. I was planning on breaking up with Bo sometime soon but I never saw him. 

When I got to the room I checked my computer. I followed a few fans, and responded. Boisdhabomb is now on Skype popped up. I clicked call. After about 10 rings he answered. 

"Yo, what you want?" He seemed annoyed I called. Well here goes nothing...

"I don't want to date you anymore." I knew my manager would be upset, but he understands these things. "We're publicly over."

"But you can't! I'll lose fame and and.."

"Bo, just find someone else. My contract says until May 2011. Its June. I will announce the break up. I have more followers." I hung up before he could protest.

PiperClark: hi guys, just wanted to update the end of tour 2010! Even though its 2011.... anyway me and Bo broke up. It was mutual.

I instantly got hundreds of replies and favorites. Some were just saying congrats, some saying why.

I turned the laptop off and jumped into the bed. I pulled the covers up and pushed shuffle on my Itunes. As old as it may be, my all time favorite song began to play, and lull me away to dream land. So Sick, by Ne-yo echoed through the room.

I remember tripping through bright flashes of light, and feeling really drowsy. I felt drunk. Jim pulled me into the plane and sat me in a seat. I quickly fell back asleep.

I woke up halfway through my flight. Then it hit me. I was going home. You could see the sea through the plane window. It was nice and calming and blue. Very beautiful. 

I went online to find Bo unfollowed me. Okay. I checked my messages and saw my manager, Henry messaged me. 

Henry: I heard about the break up. I was going to tell you to anyway

I smiled and looked past the window. I could see my home country, England. Its majestic glory. We eventually landed. I was escorted home by Gemma. The house was another year older, but still good.

"Harry gets home tonight. He is going to bring his band. You can get some rest."

"Yes, the jet lag is killing me. Night love."

I got to my room. Everything was the same. It was all perfect. My walls were still blue, I still had my window beside my bed, my bed still had blue covers, and best of all, my things were never touched. I climbed into the comfortable bed, and let myself sink into it. The memory foam sunk me in like I was in a batter of quick sand. I was asleep within seconds.