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Neighbor's Friend

Shawn's POV

"You need to go over there and make amends with her! She's very sad that you made no effort to contact her while you were on tour. You know how much she likes you!" my mum scolds me. She's trying to get me to go over to my annoying neighbor (r/g/n)'s house.

She has an obsessive crush on me. I'm not at all mean to her, that's why she thinks we're friends.

(R/g/n) constantly called and texted me while I was on tour. I didn't answer about majority of her calls and texts, in hopes that she would catch my drift. She didn't.

I don't want to go, but it would get my mum off my back so I give in. "Fine, I'll go. But I'm not staying past 20 minutes," I huff.

"Good, and come on stay for at least an hour, spend some quilty time with her," she pushes.

I groan, "Ugh fine."

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I walked up her porch, regretting every step. I knock on her door hesitantly. She immediately opens up, as if she was waiting for me; knowing her, she probably was.

She immediately jumps into my arms, almost making me fall back. I only hold onto her so she wouldn't fall.

"Oh, Shawn! I missed you so much! I missed your hugs too," she winks as I let her down. "Come on, we have to catch up! Take your shoes off! Stay awhile!"

I force a smile as I speak, "I missed you too."

She leads me to her dining room table and pulls out a chair for me. Then she skips into the kitchen, "Want anything to drink? Are you hungry?"

"Ill have some water tha-" I'm cut off by a shriek.

"(R/g/n), BITCH! I'M HERE!" In walked a very attractive girl who looked (r/g/n)'s age.

"(Y/N)!"Abby yells back. "In the kitchen!"

(Y/n) walks into the kitchen and opens the fridge, taking out a container. Her eyes meet mine and she gives me a confused look. She puts the container down and hugs (r/g/n).

"(Y/n), this is Shawn, the boy I'm always talking about," she smiles in my direction. Great. Now (y/n) might think we have a thing.

She walks over to me and extends her arm, I stand up and shake her hand. "So your the famous Shawn," she smirks, "I'm (y/n)."

She goes back into the kitchen and puts the container into the microwave. She comes back and sits down across from me, beginning to eat.

She's effortlessly beautiful. She's wearing a pair of Nike running shorts, a tye die muscle shirt and flip flops. Her hair's tied into a messy bun and from what I can tell, she has little to no makeup on.

I guess I was staring because I hear her giggling, "Like what you see huh?"

I feel my cheeks burn. "A little," I smirk.

"Mhm."

"What I miss?" it was (r/g/n), skipping into the room.

"I'm eating your lasagna," (y/n) speaks with her mouth full.

"We just introduced each other," I say.  I was also hopelessly staring at your beautiful friend. I hope the redness has gone away.

"Oh okay," she giggles, sitting next to me and hugging my arm.

(Y/n) must've noticed how uncomfortable I was because she looks at me and starts to laugh. She gets up and puts the dirty container in the sink. "Well I'm gonna go, I'll let you two catch up," she says, visibly holding back her laughter.

If only she knew how badly I want her to stay.

She gives (r/g/n) a hug and me one next. She smelled so damn good. She winks at me before exiting the house, leaving me to think about her.

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watching old interviews and such with harry styles and /$/$3$/9-' ansskaladj ALL MY FEELS ARE COMING BACK MY INNER DIRECTIONER IS RESURFACING AMDNDISKAM I CANT BREATWH i want to meet harry so bad i ddmskskskam bye

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