The Boy Next Door - Larry Stylinson Fanfic AU (punk!louis and flowerchild!harry)

New House, New Town, New Neighbor

Louis pulled over in front of his new house's drive way. He got out of his car and opened up the boot of his car. He picked up one of the boxes he had packed a few days ago and walked over to the front door placing down the large box with the label "Band Merch" on it. Louis got out his new house keys that Niall had given him after all this was Niall's old house. He entered the key into the key hole, twisted it to the left and opened the front door in a slow movement. Louis picked up the box again and stepped inside the already furnished house. "Niall did use to live here" Louis thought to himself . "I guess he left some of his furniture for me..even though I told him I brought my own" Louis mumbled quietly to himself as he set down the box and walked back outside to get another one. About twenty minutes passed of the same action. Grabbing a box from the boot putting it inside the house and basically doing it all over again for about ten different boxes with different labels, sizes, and weight. Louis sighed as he placed the last box down and looked around his new house. Louis felt a bit of pride when he thought about it. He now owned a house, his own little house.

Louis sat down on one of Niall's previously owned couches. Louis was a bit picky when it came to furniture but luckily he and Niall had almost the same style when it came to home decor and clothing and of course he didn't think twice when Niall told him he would furnish Louis his old house for him. Louis took in his surrounding and looked all around his new living room. The room's wallpaper is colored a velvet red with a smokey black at the bottom of the wallpaper, as well as the top of it slightly. The floor is a dark, hard, squeaky wood. A glass coffee table laid in front of Louis underneath a fuzzy grey carpet. A plasma television set in front of him to<br />

surround it we're two paintings. One of a tea cups and a matching tea pot. The other was of a photography camera slightly falling off of a person's hand with a yellow  to orange sunset in the background. Louis explored around his new two story high house all while opening up his boxes and putting his things where he wanted them to be. Putting his clothes away, placing his duvet on the mattress, moving furniture a bit. Currently he was moving a beach house looking couch that matched his room -white wallpaper with a line at the top colored light green- and that was when Louis discovered the massive window behind the couch.

It wasn't exactly that massive but it was pretty big, at least the window's width wasn't all the way down to the floor; It was shaped in a rectangular form and it gave him an amazing view to his neighbor's garden. His new neighbor had a painted garden, of golden and red. Green grass grew over head of the baby daises which sang their joyful happiness silently. His neighbor grew lily's which we're Louis' personal favorite flower though he'd never admit that to anyone. There were roses on a rose bush, They were as red as the blood that dripped from someone's fingertips when trying to pick them. The bees hummed, as they flew through the warm looking breeze, and the small ant hill padded around on the peonies, which bloomed with a mask of hope and love. Louis silently wondered if his neighbor was a female and how much hard work that garden must have taken probably years considering the shit weather England had but maybe this new town was a bit different maybe just maybe. It was sunny over here. Louis didn't realize how long he had been staring out the window down at the beautifully decorated garden next door when his phone rang. It was Niall. 

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Harry walked outside to his porch and down the wooden steps into his garden. Metal watering can in hand, he walked over to his violets and watered them carelessly humming the tone of a song he had stuck in his head at the moment. Harry looked up at one of his peach trees and couldn't help but notice the window to the house next door was wide opened. Harry couldn't remember the last time he'd seen that house occupied he remembers someone a few months back who did use to live there. The lad's name started with a N. Nathan? Niel? He couldn't remember at the moment but he couldn't help himself but try and see who was living there now and who was his new neighbor that's if it wasn't the 'n' guy. Harry saw a figure moving back and fourth around the room. He did in fact see light brown hair that was for sure. Harry tried to see as much of the figure as he could but the person could not stop moving! Harry gave a sigh of give up and continued on tending his garden and collecting a few flowers for a new flower crown he thought of making. Harry grew up to love nature and be a green thumb thanks to his mum. He giggled at the memories of his childhood with his mother and older sister.

Harry gathered all of his things as the sun started setting down. He grabbed his flowers and watering can and walked back inside his cute little house. He closed the sliding plastic door behind him as he placed his flowers on his dining table. Harry walked over to a wooden drawer and got out his flower crown making tools. He placed them down next to his flowers, next he grabbed the flowers one by one cutting off the stems and only leaving the flowers with their bright colored pedals, then Harry grabbed a piece of thread and sewed the flowers together next to each other creating a pattern of yellow red orange red yellow orange, afterwards he measured the circumference of his head -Harry was quite the math genius- and cut another piece of thread the size of his head. Attached the flowers in a circle form and there you have it! The flower crown was finished. He gently placed it on his head testing it out making sure it wasn't too loose or too tight and it fit perfectly! Later that night Harry was fumbling around his room looking for a recently bought book. But he couldn't seem to find it anywhere! Harry simply gave up and sat on the floor of his bedroom. Suddenly out of the corner of his eye Harry saw a figure moving. He was sure it was the same person he'd seen earlier today while tending his beloved garden and certainly of course it must be. Who else could it be? Harry looked out his window into his neighbor's bedroom he saw that the room's walls we're white and had a wooden floor. Harry saw the stranger's back. Harry hesitated for a moment he wasn't exactly sure why he was about to do this or what made him do it but he got up and searched for a white sheet of paper and a black marker. Wrote a simple greeting and held the piece of paper on his window sill hoping when the stranger turned around he saw his little welcoming sign of "Hi! my name's Harry, what's yours? :)"

*SMALL NOTE: I WROTE NIEL ON PURPOSE STOP BULLYING ME*