Shades Of Styles

Boy next door part 1

Oof.  

My face hits the wooden door, throwing my body on the floor with a thud.  I sit up and groan rubbing my head. For a second I forget how to open my eyes and my head is spinning. 

"I am so sorry, I didn't see you" a deep male voice apologizes and my eyes open and look up at the tall figure above me. I instantly see the green eyes staring at me, light pink lips in a flat worried line and his forehead creased. His large hand reaches out to me to help me and I grab it. He pulls me up and I am back on my feet. 

"That's alright..." I pause waiting for a name. 

"Harry" he informs me, his pearly white teeth showing behind his lips and I nod. 

"Harry...well, I'm very clumsy so in someway it must have been my fault." I tell him as I look at his appearance. Long curly brown hair that touches his shoulders, perfect white teeth, gorgeous green eyes, little freckles scattered all over his face in the cutest way possible. Tattoos cover most of left arm, a baby blue button up, with the first 2 undone, showing some of his chest that has, from what I can tell 2 sparrows, facing each other. Black skinny jeans that are so tight I doubt he will be having children in the future, and a pair of brown boots that look very worn and ripped. 

I just notice I've been quiet for too long. I let out a cough and look back at his face. 

"Name?" He asks. 

"(Y/n)" I lightly smile to let him know it's all good. 

"It's very nice to meet you (y/n), again, I am so sorry for hitting you with the door" 

"It's alright because I am very uncorrdinated with everything so it was probably my fault anyways" I shrug off his apology. He stays quiet and then smirks a little. 

"What?" I question his little smile. "What are you thinking?" 

"Nothing..." He says and walks away. What was that? Shrug it off (y/n), shrug it off. Whatever he was thinking was probably nothing, I walk and continue on my way. 

Yes, time for my afternoon run. That's always my favorite thing right after lunch. I walk out of my apartment and jog it down stairs for a little warm up and then out the door to the front, I do a few stretches to start so I don't pull a muscle. 

"Ouch" I groan, rubbing my head. I look behind me to see a small box on the ground, that just hit my head. 

"Sorry!" I hear a voice call down to me from a balcony and I look up at the figure. They wave to me and then disappear. A few minutes later the door opens to the lobby of the apartment. It's...Harry. 

"Sorry, didn't mean to hit you. The box just..." He looks above me from where the box fell and then to my face. "(Y/n)" he smirks that same smirk from before. "We need to stop meeting like this." By now I'm a little frustrated by him because, yes we do need to stop meeting like this before he kills me. 

"Oh, you mean you hurting me, yes it'd be nice if you would stop injurying me" I say angrily. 

"Are you mad? I'm sorry, the box from my hand" 

"How do you let a box fall out of your hands?" 

"Guess I'm just as uncorrdinated as you" he laughs lightly. I roll my eyes and look away and then back from him. 

"Why are you here?" I ask gesturing to my apartment building. 

"Just moved in..." He smiles, a very cute and innocent smile. 

"Right...so now I have to wear a helmet when I come home because who knows what you'll hit me with next time...maybe a heavier object. Luckily for my sake, that box was filled with..." I pause waiting for him to tell what was in it.