Nobody Compares

Chapter Nine- Landing in a Place of Horror

Niall: I was talking to Harry. What's wrong love? Is it cause of me? Cause I am sorry.

I rolled my eyes. Me: Nothing. And no. 

Instantly there was a response. Niall: where did you go? Why did you leave? 

Me: Wow stalker. And America. I left because there is way to much stress at my house. WHy do you care?

Niall: don't think I'm the bad guy. I care. Why are you mad at me? 

Me: Why am I mad? Well I could have just lost so many fans cause we kissed. I kissed you back but seriously Niall.

Niall: Then they weren't real fans. And obviously they would respect it. #WeRespectNiper ! 

Me: Yeah but we could never date anyway. 

He must have been online now. He was responding within seconds. 

Niall: why . . . ?

Me: for one I'm Harry's sister. You can't. He would flip. And as if you would like to date me. You could get some pretty Spanish girl or whatever during tour.

Me: I mean you're going to be so freaking famous but I'm old news.

Niall: Why do you think I'd rather some pretty Spanish girl to you ?

Me: Well I can name tons of reasons. For one she's pretty.

Niall: can I call you?

Me: you don't have my number, so nope :)

Niall: Got it. Its off Harry

He was just bluffing. He had to be. I nodded, and logged off my Twitter before I could give in. Just from curiosity, and maybe hope a little I checked my phone. I supposed the missed call symbol flashing on my screen. 

It was a unknown number. No, it couldn't possibly be.... or could it? Then I got a text.

Unknown number: Ha told you i could get your number. Usually the guy gets the number before they kiss. Anyway I'm going to call you.

Me: No. And why did he give it to you?

Niall: He told me about before & he didnt want you doing it again. 

Me: Doing what .... I had a tingly feeling, thinking maybe Niall knew about the self harm ... No, he couldn't.

Niall: You know what I'm talking about ... self harm .... why would you even do it?

I try to flirt and act nice but oh no, someone has to bring up my depression time. Note to self: kill Harry. Also apoligize. He cared, which was nice.

Me: Don't speak of it, and forget it. And don't call me.

Niall: I have your number, Skype, Oovoo, Youtube channel, both might I add, and your facebook.

Me: Uh. Creep.

Niall: I'll Skype you.

Me: I'd prefer not.

Niall: Logging on! 

I opened my laptop quickly, pulling camera out. Yep, I looked like complete shit. I had my hair going everywhere. I pulled a hairband out, wrapping my honey blonde locks into a formal bun. I grabbed my makeup out, and brushed it up. I looked alright. Good enough.

Suddenly I got the internet call, and thought why answer? I don't have to. I'm not forced to answer. But then Niall would bother me all day.

"Show me your wrists." I looked at the blonde boy on the screen. He looked like he just woke up. He was in a room with a Irish flag behind his head. "Show me your wrists," he repeated. He had his jaw pushed up, obviously angry. 

I began to lift my arms to camera, showing my scar covered wrists but decided not to. I gave him a look and defiantley smiled. "Show me right now or I'll book the next flight in Ireland to San Diego. Yep, I know." I lifted my arm showing the few white scars. "Show me your thighs too." I looked at him stupidly. Finally I spoke up.

"There is no way you are seeing my thighs. Freak," I starred into the pixels. He rolled his eyes. "What do you want anyway, Horan?!" 

"Why do you think I'd rather a Spanish girl?"

"Well all Spanish girls are pretty, so basically because she's probably prettier."

"Not prettier than you." I looked at the blushing blond boy. "What? Harry never said I couldn't compliment you. Or tell you the truth." He winked into the camera. Instead of other girls killing to see this, it angered me.

"You're an arsehole." His flirtatious smile faded. I narrowed my eyes at him. "You kiss me, then you try to flirt with me. What the fuck!?"

I angrily starred at him. I was angry at him, but I still wanted to stare at him. I silently cursed his attractiveness. "But, but, but."

"No. Just stop. I guess I'm sorry." I lifted my head up from looking down. 

"Are you, are you wearing makeup?" I nodded with a questioning look. "Why?"

"Well I would like to look pretty and presentable." 

"No offense, but you're prettier going natural." 

"Stop lying to me. I don't want to be stuck in with my feet in, and you one in and one out."

"I'm not lying." His voice was thick, but calming and soothing. "I will go in two feet in you do too." His face was terribly serious.

"What are you talking about, you crazy child?" I couldn't decide whether I was mad at him or not. At one point I was. He kissed me, but why was I mad about that? He's right they weren't my fans if they leave with a new boy. I'm not a whore, I don't get a different boy every week. And Niall was so sweet! But he couldn't ever like me.

"I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date...?" What kind of fuckery was this boy speaking of? 

"Ha, jokes up," I said with a fake chuckle. 

"What, I'm being totally serious. I never meant a joke in it."

"Tell your friends or whatever stop fucking with me. Bye Niall, tell Harry I said he better not give my shit out ever again. Don't call me again."

I pressed the hang up, leaving a surge of sadness or guilt. No, I didn't care. "Please prepare to land." 

I pulled my phone out, and pressed my laptop into my carry on. I entered my passcode into the small screen of my Iphone, and hit messages.

To Harry: what the heck?! Why did you give Niall my number, and my skype ?!

Harry: Idk

To Harry: This isn't funny. Don't give anyone my shit again

Harry: What happened

To Harry: well he kept bothering me & he asked me on a date so -_-

Harry: yep, I'mma talk to him

A/N - the next chapter is very ... wow I don't know how to describe it. You'll see . . . . Dramatic, maybe. 

Anywhore, 87 chapters left!