neighbours *larry stylinson*

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3rd person pov

louis did end up texting harry that night. emphasis on night. he didn't want to seem to eager but in hindsight that probably wasn't the best idea.

it's not like louis knew harry was frantically pacing around his room, checking his phone every minute. it's also not like louis knew harry was questioning his existence and thinking why, god why would you ever give me a totally hot neighbour when i'm the most awkward being in existence????

but it's best if no one ever finds that one out...

the text conversation was nothing major, but still special to both boys. it was around 7pm when harry's phone dinged.

unknown: hey harry! it's louis :)

harry quickly breathed a sigh of relief, louis didn't forget about him and saved his contact number. he then had to decided how to reply, does he keep it simple to seem cool or actually say what he was thinking. he decided the former would be the best option.

harry 😛: hey louis, hope you're good

louis ☺️:  yeah i'm good thanks :)
louis ☺️: sorry i didn't text you sooner, i was busy unpacking

that was a lie. louis hated unpacking and usually left it until it was absolutely necessary, like he had run out of clean underwear.

so instead of unpacking like he had claimed, louis was actually sitting writing and rewriting the message, trying to sound cool.

harry 😛: no it's fine! i completely understand
harry 😛: hope it's all sorted!

louis ☺️: it's all good yeh
louis ☺️: mums calling me for dinner so gotta dash, night harry :)

harry 😛: night louis!

so that was now their conversation went, nothing too big but still left a blush coated on both of the boys faces.

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it's now june 30th and harry is getting ready to go out for brunch with niall. yes, when you put it like that they sound like an old married couple, but this has been their tradition for a long time.

it's 10am and they're meeting at 10:30 so harry has a bit of time before he makes the 15min walk to the diner.

he's dressed casual; black skinny jeans, a white t-shirt, a short sleeved plaid shirt left undone and his brown boots. to top it all off he put his rings and necklaces on.

he headed downstairs to find his mum in the kitchen.

"hey h. want a cuppa?" she asked harry.

"no thanks mum, i'm about to head off to meet niall"

she smiled at harry as a reply and then checked her watch.

"you better get going then love" she chuckles.

harry gives his mum a small wave and grabs his wallet and keys and heads to the door. as he steps outside he's met with the familiar set of blue eyes.

louis was just leaving his house with his mum, on the way to the supermarket, when he heard someone leave next door. he looked up and was immediately met with the bright green eyes he's grown so used to.

louis smiled at harry and walked over to him causing harry to raise his eyebrows.

oh god. why is he coming over? have i done something wrong, is there something on my face?

"hey harry!"

"oh hey louis"

"where're you off to? looking sharp" louis says playfully, giving harry a cheeky wink. harry's chinks went a lovely crimson colour as he awkwardly cleared his throat.