MY NEIGHBOUR HARRY

ONE

*how i imagine them being*
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'today's the day'

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i'm currently living in brisbane Australia with my sisters and mum, it's always been my dream to live here but my goal is to move to london, that goal was finally coming into play.

in just twenty-four hours time i'll be sitting on my flight half way across the world, but untill then i must complete my last day as radio host for 105.3FM radio station

'gooood morning and hello to everyone tuning in today, as always i'm louis tomlinson, you all know the drill, let's get the songs rolling' i scream into the mic for the last time

it felt good to finally be recognised by big radio stations, considering mine was pretty small.

they had contacted me just two days ago demanding i go live in one of there studio apartments and become a show host for them, so with out a doubt i agreed.

they said they liked my taste of music, even though it only consisted of Taylor Swift, Ed Sheeran and Harry Styles, Harry is my all time favourite might i add, he is so perfect in every way, he is my man crush
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after my very last good bye, i thanked everyone and left, i went to our local McDonald's and pick up some dinner, considering it was my last night i wanted to treat my family, i arrived home and we sat on the couch watching movies and talking about the fun i'm going to have in London,

the rest of the night was pretty quite, i showered and went to bed, just like everyone else,

when the morning finally came around, i woke up at six mind you, i showered yet again then packed my bags with almost everything i had, i headed down stairs to be greeted with mum crying near the front door, 'it will be okay mum' i say as my heart starts to sink into reality, 'i'll visit as often as i can'

'today's the day' she starts, 'i'm loosing my only son to the big world' she then says tears poring down her face, 'i'll be home soon i promise' i then say in attempt to calm her down,

we hug for several minutes until a car horn is heard outside, it's my best mate niall, he lives in london, but he's here at the moment for a holiday, so he's here to pick me up so we can fly there together,

'be safe' mum screams to me one last time before we took off, i was going to miss her, but i'm not passing off an opportunity like this one.
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nothing that exciting happened on the flight, there was a crying baby, that's really it

ounce we arrived in london airport i saw one of the security guard i spoke to on the phone just days ago, he was holding a sign that read 'mr tomlinson', i dragged niall with me hoping they could give him a lift back home, which in our luck they did,

ounce niall was home and i got given a small tour of the city, i headed to the address written on a small piece of paper, i was staying on the twenty-third floor of an expensive apartment block, they had told me not to worry about rent because they would pay it for me, i was shocked at first but i thanked them and went inside,

everything was extremely nice, marble poles throughout the place and gold skirting all around, this was the goal i wanted to achieve, and to my surprise i made it
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the next couple of days were pretty smooth, i got given the tour of the studio i would be working in, i met the two other radio host i would be working with, zayn and liam, they were friendly and welcomed me straight away,

we were having a pretty slow day, talking about everything and nothing,

we had managed to get on the topic of music, to my surprise they had pretty similar taste to me, surprisingly liking harry styles just as much as me, one of they boys even said they were close friends with harry, which i obviously didn't believe at first, untill i saw he had showed me hundreds of different photos with him,

the rest of the day was pretty boring after that, but the boy knowing harry styles was stuck in my mind,

just as we were leaving the studio i asked if i could meet harry one day, considering i'm fan girling over him right now, 'i'm heading over to his now if you would like to come' the boy responded,

of course i wanted to go 'yea i'm in' i said trying not to be sus,

as we were rounding more and more corners i started to recognise where we were, it wasn't until we pulled up to the building that i realised this was all just a joke,

'why would you being me back home?' i say pretty pissed off, 'what are you on about, only celebrity's are aloud to live in this building' he said looking at me confused,

i thought that whatever he was doing was a sick joke so i stopped speaking, we got in the elevator and he pressed the button that read twenty three, by the time we were half way up i knew he was messing with me,

i took out my headphones and started playing music, i was so angry that he took me home instead of getting to see harry, i got out of the elevator and walked up to my door, putting the key in and opening it up

i felt a tap on my shoulder, 'you actually live here?' asked the same man who pulled a sick joke on me, 'obviously, isn't that why were here' i say carelessly

'no' the man says turning to face the door sitting opposite mine, 'we're here for harry remember'

he walks over to the door and knocks a few times before the door opens a crack,

'aahhh good to see you Lucas' the mans voice says

i didn't want to stick around and find out who this 'harry' person was so i turned around to walk back inside my apartment,

'hello there, you must be my new neighbour, i'm harry' says the tall figure that was ounce hiding behind the door,

'i'm louis' i say in anger as i turn to see the man i least expected,

'well hello lou-' he stops, 'what's wrong' i say as i fully turn around to be quite literally standing in-front of the Harry Styles

he turns around and pulls the man, lucas i'm assuming, into his apartment, i didn't know what was happening so i to went back inside my apartment and pretended this never happened

i grabbed a towel from the tall standing cupboards and went into the bathroom, stripping my clothes and getting the the shower

every drop of water to touch my body was a new thought flooding in, did i really just meet harry styles, am i living in a celebrity only building, am i really in London. i stood there for close to two hours drowning in thought

just as my thoughts die down and i had managed to make some dinner, i heard a knock at the door, i looked over at the time and it read 2:15AM, only just now i realised how long i had been home for,

'i'm coming' i screamed as i approached the door, i swing it open and see a tall figure infront of me,

'hey, louis isn't it?' the man asks, 'who's asking' i say as i can't quite see the mans face

'it's lucas, just wanted to say goodnight, see you tomorrow' he says brining himself into the light,

'goodnight lucas, i'm sorry i doubted you' i say with a soft voice,

'it's alright mate' he quickly mumbles out as he turnes to the elevator 'see you tomorrow'