Ellie huffed and wiped her forehead, taking notice of the dark strands of hair clinging onto her face from the sweat. She deeply regretted sending off the moving people, insisting that she can handle the rest of the boxes herself. Big mistake. She was by no means weak or incapable of lifting heavy items, but after a long day of moving back and forth from her old flat to her new one, Ellie was absolutely exhausted. In retrospect, she realised that she should not have moved all of her things in one day, but it's too late, she has to face the consequences of her decision. Damn me for thinking that this was a good idea, Ellie thought to herself.
Staring at the boxes in the hallway in hopes that they would magically move themselves, Ellie failed to notice that someone walked out of the elevator and was heading in her direction.
"Ellie? Ellie Heart? Is that you?" a deep yet familiar voice pulled her out of her thoughts.
Ellie's hand flew to her chest as she gasped at the sudden voice, "Bloody hell, you scared the shit out of me!"
She finally opened her eyes to look at the person as he chuckled; her jaw dropped at the familiar sights of chocolate curls and green eyes. "Harry? What? What are you doing here?" she questioned with wide eyes.
Her heart fluttered at the sight of him; she had not seen Harry in quite a while and was shocked to see him standing outside of her new flat. "Are you stalking me, Styles? Is that what this is?" she jokingly narrowed her eyes at him, resting her hands on her hips.
Harry 's bright eyes twinkled in amusement.
"Oh yes, Heart, that's exactly what I'm doing, you caught me." He raised his hands in surrender.
Ellie's smile widened at his words and she started taking in his attire. He was sporting a pair of grey sweatpants and a black hoodie with "Treat People With Kindness" printed on it, despite it being an abnormally warm afternoon. She smiled at his choice of outfit and decided to tease him for it, "Nice hoodie you got there, Harry, I see you're still your usual narcissistic self."
Harry threw his head back in laughter at her words, "Good to see that you're still as funny as I remember you, Ellie, it's been a while." He flashed her another bright smile and gestured to the boxed discarded along the hallway, "I take it that you're just moving in?"
Ellie nodded, suddenly remembering that she's standing in front of him drenched in sweat and looking disheveled, while he managed to look like he just stepped out of a runway, despite his casual outfit. "Just moved literally all of my things here today, which was a huge mistake if I'm being honest, but yeah." She paused after taking notice of the grocery bags resting beside his feet, "Wait, do you live here as well?"
There were only three flats on this floor, hers, the one right across from her, and another just at the end of the hallway. "This is me, just moved in here recently actually," Harry pointed at the door beside him, "My house is being fumigated because of bloody termites and I've been meaning to do some renovations, so this seemed like an appropriate time. Can't go back home for a few weeks so."
A shy smile made its way onto Ellie's lips, "Guess we'll be neighbours for the meantime then, huh?"
She marveled at the sight of his dimples, "I'm looking forward to it."
Ellie tried to ignore the way her heart started pounding faster at the prospect of having Harry so close to her for a few weeks. It's just a little crush, El, let it go.
Ellie being a huge fan of Harry is no secret to anyone that knows her, not even to Harry himself she fears. Even as a One Direction-obsessed teenager, she's always paid Harry a little extra attention. When his debut album came out, Ellie was beyond ecstatic. She had known that Harry was a fan of artists like the Rolling Stones and Fleetwood Mac, and she definitely felt their influences on him in music, both in his solo career and in One Direction. So, despite being absolutely devastated that the band is on a hiatus, Ellie can't deny that she is enjoying their solo careers.
