The next days fly by so slowly, I can only think about him and his gorgous face. Our hands touched, I felt that we are meant to be.
As I leave my bedroom to go to the bathroom, I look into the mirror. 'How could a boy loke him love a simple girl like me? I am just not the type he is looking for.'
As I was lost in my thoughts, my mum yells:" Y/n, come downstairs! The new family that moved in a week ago eats dinner with us today!"
To be honest, I'm not in the mood to see other people tonight, but if I ditch this dinner, my mum will be really mad.
Before I go downstairs, I throw on a big hoodie, the one I adore. On the hoodie you can see all of the One Direction members. I am a huge fan. Harry is my idol. I also do my hair into a messy-bun hairstyle.
As I walk downstairs and look at my door, my mouth drops wide open and my heart gives a flutter.
"It's him?! He's my new neightbour?!"
