Wrong Number l.t

W.T.H

I slid my feet over, gesturing him to come inside. He had a big grin plastered on his face with his hands deeply shoved into his pockets.

I am not sure how he could possibly fit his huge hands into the small pockets of his skinny jeans.

"Magic."

I looked up to see Harry giving me a daring look.

I tilted my head to the side, furrowing my eyebrows. "What?" I asked simply. Wait. Did he just read my mind?

He shrugged looking around. "I thought you were maybe thinking about how I could possibly fit my massive hands into the pockets of my skinny jeans." He explained pulling his hands out of his pockets and examining them with a stupid smile.

I inched closer to him, baffled. "I was..." I said slowly.

His gaze went from his hands to my face immediately, his eyebrows raised in shock. "Really?" He almost whispered as if it were the most amazing thing he has ever heard. I nodded. He laughed loudly with his green eyes wide open. "My mum was right!" He exclaimed. "I am special!"

I shook my head, squeezing my eyes shut before letting out a exaggerating exhale. "Yes, yes you are Harry." I clasped my hands together. "Now, what brings you here?"

We both had seated ourselves in the living room with me on the chair and Harry on the couch.

"Ah," He started smiling kindly. I noticed how he always seemed to be happy. "I moved down the street last week. I didn't know you lived here until just today when my neighbor. Liam, told me."

I nodded slowly, gathering the information he was saying. "So were gonna be like, neighbor besties now?!" I asked in excitement as I stood up.

Harry jumped to his feet grinning."Neighbor besties!" He high fived me as I giggled softly.

My phone suddenly buzzed in my pocket as I held up a finger to Harry indicating to hold on for  a second.

Louis: we need to talk