The Neighbours

Chapter-8

Stella's POV

"Can you promise me one thing?" He looks straight in my eyes.

I cock my eyebrow.

"Please, Stella." He says.

What it is with his behaviour? I mean one second he is laughing and the other nervous.

I nod in agreement.

"Stella I want you to stay away from Charlotte, please." He says in all nervousness clearly visible on his face.

I burst out laughing not able to control myself anymore.

"How can you even think that I talk to her? She is such a- ." I quickly put my palm on my mouth to stop myself before I say that word.

"Sorry I shouldn't have said that." I hung my head low in embarrassment.

"Oh come on, you didn't even say that." He softly chuckles.

"Ya..." My voice comes out as a whisper.

"But then again Stella, please stay away from her. She has no work except to fill shit in people's head." He says. His eyes pleading, yes literally pleading.

"I won't buy any of it." I shrug casually, trying to ease his mood.

"Okay. I think bye then." He says with a smile.

"Ya. Bye!" I say and walk into the building.

I sigh before opening my apartment and going inside. I really don't like to stay in here. I wouldn't have told you yet but when the devil is out for some business trip aka drinking or whatever, I stay at Zoe's house.

Her parents normally do not stay at their house. They are hardworking and always burn the midnight oil for their daughter's future but when they are, they always welcome me with warm hugs and make me feel comfortable.

I go to my room and fall on my back on the bed's soft mattress.

Normally I don't get a chance to sleep in here, in my room as I am always locked in the basement and forced to sleep there.

I let out a deep breath before standing and getting myself change into some casual clothes.

I wipe off my makeup and put on a black top and denim shorts.

I was about to go in the bed when I realized Harry has done a lot for me today and just for my protection he left the party and his enjoyment.

I feel a pang of regret and sadness sliding pass my mind but I quickly come with an idea.

What if I bake some cookies and take it to him...maybe he will love it and I could sleep peacefully without any regret.

I saunter to the kitchen lost in my thoughts, thinking what type of cookies will he like?

Not wasting any more time in thoughts, I start making chocolate chip cookies. I have decided to make different kinds of cookies on which first place is occupied by chocolate chip cookies, second by Oreo cookies then by sugar cookies and lastly by gingerbread cookies.

COOL! That will be nice, right?

After making cookies for about 40 minutes, I pack them in a beautiful box and carry them to Harry's apartment.

I knock at his apartment door...no response.

I rang the apartment's bell........no response.

I again rang the bell...................no response.

"Maybe he is sleeping." I mutter to myself and start walking towards the stairs when someone's hand wrap around my wrist. I turn around to see who it is and it was none other than a sleepy Harry. His green eyes lock to my brown for about ten seconds when suddenly everything starts becoming awkward.

"Um...hi!" I say mentally slapping myself. I mean who says hi when you woke a person from her/his sleep.

My eyes roam around and land on the grip of his hand which is still holding onto my wrist. He finally lets it go. He runs his hand in his messed up hair.

"Hey Stella! What are you doing here? Is something wrong? Is there someone or something bothering you? Is there any stranger in your apartment? Is there anyone who is following you? I swear to God that I will kill them if there is anyone causing any trouble to you. " He says with nervousness and rage.

"Hey! Hey! Mr Styles you really need to learn the meaning of full stop. Am I here for any kind of interview?" I ask him playfully smacking him his arm.

"Well Ms Johnson will you answer what are you doing here then?" he says with a smirk.

"Oh! Now end this FBI session and I am really sorry for waking you up in the middle of your sleep. Actually you did a lot for me today so I thought to bring some cookies for you." I shake the box of cookies so that its presence can be recognized in this investigation.

"Oh God! Stella, you said thanks to me once." He says with a smile. "It's okay but now as you have done so much for me so you are warmly welcome in my apartment."

"Thanks!" I say with a grin.

I enter his apartment and I am surprised to see that everything in the house is so clean. Not a single layer of dust. His apartment is much bigger and furnished than mine.

Looking at the furniture of his house I can clearly tell that the items are expensive and antique.

I follow him to a room which can be identified as a drawing room. I keep the cookies on the glass table which is located at the center of the room.

Harry asks me, "What do you prefer coffee or tea?"

"Coffee." I say with a childish grin framed on my face.

"Okay." He says and then walks to the kitchen.

After about five minutes, he comes back with two cups. He hands one cup to me and sits on the sofa facing opposite to me.

I take a sip of my coffee and damn it's too good.

"So Stella, how do you go to school?" He asks taking a sip of drink from his cup.

"I go with Zoe." I answer.

I wish Zoe will be back soon from her friends group.

"According to my estimations she must be drinking right now and so will be drunk and will not be able to make to school tomorrow." He answers my thought.

"What do you mean Mr Estimator?" I say slightly confuse with his sentence.

"I mean by what if we go to school together tomorrow." He says emphasizing the word 'we'.

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