Fix you | Harry Styles

Chapter 1

I'm walking down the street, soaking from the pouring rain. Another boring day at the office went by and I'm on my way home. The new neighbours are arriving today. Worse luck! I liked the old ones. A childless couple from Boulder, Colorado. They couldn't afford the hire anymore. How sad...

To my knowledge, a young man bought the building last summer. It wasn't very pretty, very rundown with crumbly walls and a leaking roof. But the new owner whipped it ito shave and I have to admit it looks gorgeous! It's spacious and now that it's habitable again, it looks really cosy!

I am not sure what to expect of the new neighbour. I bet it's a business man in his midlife crisis, or why would he buy such an enormous house if he's living alone? It's for his ego. And for the women.

Only a few hundret metres, then I am home. Finally! I'm so tired and I feel like I'm getting sick. I sneeze ''bless ya'' someone says. I turn around to see who it is. Up, up, up my head rises until my eyes meet his. I'm used to being smaller than everyone else but the man standing in front of me is quite tall. ''Thanks'' I whisper and run on.

I need to be less shy, that's one of my biggest flaws, I have to refine myself.

As I walk aroung the corner I can already see the removals van and a bunch of moving guys that are running up and down the gateway.

I enter my small but mighty bungalow and observe them for a while, secretly hoping to be able to have a look on my new next-door neighbour. Unsuccessfully. He drives up the driveway and immediately vanishes into the house. What a shame!

Oh well, maybe tomorrow.

    -next day-

Geez! I set the alarm for 8am instead of 7am. I'm gonna be late. This is it. I am done. Brittany will sack me.

I work at Company Magazine, by the way. I'm kind of a general drudge. The employer's slave. Babysitting for her overbred handbag-dog is pretty much everything I do everyday. Sometimes I get condemnet to taking her calls if she's tired from doing nothing at all. But it's okay, it's fine. Surprisingly I'm well-paid and at least I have a job. So I don't complain.

Getting back home is always a release, though. I didn't get fired today, but she admonished me.

As I get back to my work desk (Yes, I do have my own desk. Lucky me!) I open Company's webside and what do I see? Lots and lots of photos from the London fashion week. I would give my right arm to sit in the front row in one of the shows! I look at one of the photos again and immediately recognize two of the people on it. One Direction's Louis Tomlinson and his model girlfriend. Lucky you. Your boyfriend is famous. YOU are famous. You are a part of the London fashion week. Oh how I wish that was me!

- 8pm -

Home time!

''Gimme your, gimme your, gimme your attention, baby                                                                                        I gotta tell you a little something bout yourself...                                                                                                       Treasure! That is what you are                                                                                                                                     Honey you're my golden star                                                                                                                             I'm gonna make your wish come true                                                                                                                         if you let me treasure you''

I sing to myself on my way home and glance at some cats that are crossing my path. 

Anyways, back to the story with my new neighbour.

To my surprise, I didn't find a name on the nameplate, neither on his postbox. Odd. Usually the first thing people do when they move into a new house is to proudly write their name in ornate writing on their postbox!

Oh well. To each his own.

So if the mysterious neighbour won't come out on his own, I have to get him out there!

But I won't just walk over to his house and ring the bell. No, I'm to shy. I wouldn't know what to say.

Damn it. Why do I have to be so curious?

I get frightened as I walk along the corridor and suddenly see something move in front of the window of the guestroom. I don't know why the door is open. It's always shut. Always! I never go into the guestroom. I was in there when I moved in, but it was dark so I couldn't see what was opposite the window.

I look out of it and...Oh! I can look straight into his bedroom! Ohh!!