The Girl Next Door

Maybe (Not)

"I don't know, Ana... I feel like he's being too pushy."

"Too pushy?" she jumped, her laptop almost falling over. "He's Harry Edward Styles. But, if you don't want him, you can always hand him to me. I wouldn't mind."

"Be my guest. He's the most annoying person in the world." she gave me one of those 'what-the-actual-hell-is-wrong-with-you' looks. "He woke me up today by ringing my doorbell, and when I opened the door, I found 'Will you go with me? Bring me your answer.' written all across my porch with two rocks standing next to it. The smaller one said 'YES' and the bigger one- which I swear was so big that I thought it was Mt. Everest's baby- said 'NO'."

"Aw, that's adorable."

"It was 5:30 am!" 

"I'd bring him the 'YES' stone." Ana mumbled under her breath.

"That's what I did. I just may have used a marker to add 'when you see flying pigs' on it, and I may have thrown it trough his bedroom window where it landed on his bed right next to those precious little curls..." I was pretty sure I sounded like a villain. "His luck that the window was open." 

Ana rolled her eyes. "Look, you have a once in a lifetime opprotunity to go on a concert of somebody I know you love, and with one of the most famous people in the world. Seriously, that's what every fangirl dreams of. Even if you don't like Harry," 'don't like' doesn't even begin to describe it. "go because of Ed. Maybe you'll even get to meet him." she had a point, as much as I hated to admit it. This was maybe my only chance to see Ed. And maybe even get to meet him. Curly had a point from my side, though. As much as I wanted to throw him from the Big Ben, I couldn't. He knows Ed. 

"Fine! I'll go." she happily clapped her hands like a kid who just saw birthday cake. "But, if he tries to do anything, anything funny, it's your fault!"

"I swear." she crossed her heart. I doubt it would help since she doesn't really have one. She squealed once more, covering her mouth. Typical fangirl. "Now it's time to figure out what you're going to wear!"

"Oh no! I'm going in my basketball shorts and 'Ramones' tee as a protest. No way you're dressing me up as some hipster!" she kept looking at me in a mysterious way. She was plotting. "Ana, I swear, if you do something to me, I'm closing this laptop right now and throwing it in Harry's window." the grin on her face melted. "Yeah, you better behave." she looked over my shoulder, at the house next door. She let out a silent shriek slip out of her mouth. "What?" I looked in the direction as she was. And there he was- Harry Styles, putting on his grey v-neck shirt. "Didn't anyone tell you it's not polite to creep?" Harry waived, Ana nearly fainting. I shook my head at him before closing the blinds of my balcony. 

"Oh, come on! You get to see that every day."

"Don't remind me..." I continued, massaging my temples. "Well, I've got to go to work. Bye!"

"You'll tell me everything, right?"

"Yes, even what type of Pampers was he wearing." I rolled my eyes. It was a really bad habit.

"Car-" I closed the laptop, shutting it down along with Skype. I fell on the bed, Cat laying next to me.

"This is why I love cats more than people." Cat meowed, confirming what I just said. "Cat, you are the first of many, many cats I have yet to buy. I'll die alone in a cat-filled house and no one will realise I'm gone. And then my cats will eat me." It was a pretty accurate theory.

"Carter Rebbeca Arch, AKA The Crazy Old Cat Lady." I thought.