The Neighbors

Chapter 43

**Harrys POV**

I watch as Louis stands in front of his closet with his hands on his waist scanning for a shirt. He's already changed twice.

"Boobear, you look fine, and the party is a swimming party so you'll be taking your clothes off anyways," I tell him.

"Yeah, but almost everybody from school will be there," he says.

"Almost everybody from school is at school everyday an you don't spend half the time getting ready for that," I tell him.

"Yes I do," he says and I groan.

"You're such a girl, just wear why you've got," I tell him.

"But this looks funny on me," he says referring to his t shirt.

"Nothing looks funny on you, Lou, you look good in just about anything," I tell him. It's the truth. I think he could have a bald head and a tube top and still look incredible.

"You're thinking of yourself," he says and walks over to the bed.

"I think you'd look better in nothing though," I say.

"You're such a pervert," he says and plops down beside me with and 'uf'.

"I can't help it," I defend.

"I thought you were the polite one in your family?"

"I am the polite one.. in public," I tell him.

The other boys dot seem quite as polite as I do in public, but my mind is probably the least polite in the family. At least when it comes to Louis.

When I'm with Louis I'm a completely different person and I love being the person that I am with him.

"Are you wearing that to the party?" he asks.

"Yeah, why?" I say and look down at my packers jersey and jeans.

"Because you look better than I do," he pouts.

"Don't say that, there's no way I could possibly look better that you when you've got a bum like that," I say.

"That's damn right!" he says and has a sudden boos of confidence.

He stands up and swings his hips dramatically as he walks back to the closet.

He's great. I can't pinpoint anything about that is my favorite because I think every bit of him is my favorite. I even like when he is making fun of my corny jokes. I like him. I like everything about him. His obnoxiously funny sense of humor can make me smile when I don't want to smile. He's great. His flaws don't look like flaws to me, they just look like another beautiful piece of him.

"Stop staring, its weird," he says.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it," I smile.

"And you called me the girl," he rolls his eyes with the small smile on his lips.

He turns back around to face his clothes again.

We only just recently started our relationship and I already can't picture myself without him.

**Noahs POV**

"I think I love you," I say and look at Shea.

I just shared an intimate moment with her and all I could think about was making her feel good. Of course I wanted myself to feel good as well, but I didn't want her to worry about that at all. I wanted it to be about her. As I watched her body react to my touches I couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was. She is beautiful and its more than just skin deep. She has this sort of carefree personality where she never over analyzes things and gets along with almost everybody she talks to.

The first time I said 'I love you' to a girl it was nothing like this. Nothing like Shea. Shea just makes me feel so at ease. My family life has improved an I haven't been angry the way I used to be since I met Shea.

I have so much in common with Shea and the conversations never go quiet or get awkward with her. We can talk about anything, from our brothers to our dads, from our schoolwork to our weird dreams.

I've been thinking about this for a while now and there's not a doubt in my mind that I love her.

I watch for her reaction. I don't even think I care if she loves me back or not. I love her and I want her to know it.

"Noah-" she starts but I cut her off.

"You don't have to say anything back if you don't want to, I just want you to know that I love you," I tell her.

She smiles.

"Noah, I've only ever loved Zayn before now and when I look back at that its an entirely different kind of love than I ever felt for you. I loved Zayn, but Noah, I'm entirely, truly, madly, deeply in love with everything about you and I realized that for the first time this weekend and to know that you feel the same way makes me feel so great that I can't describe that feeling," she smiles, happy tears are in the corners of her eyes. Bits of her American words sound slightly different with her somewhat country accent.

"Shea, stop crying," I giggle and tease her.

"You can't make fun of me! I caught you crying to 'love, actually' on Wednsday," she says and I laugh.

"I love that movie," I say.

"And I love you," she says.

"I love you too," I say and wrap my arms around her to hug her tight.

"I love you," I say and kiss her head.

"I love you too," she says into my shoulder.

"I really do love you," I say.

"I believed you the first time," she giggles.

"I just want to make sure you know it," I say.

"I love you," she says for the fourth time.

"I love you too," I can't stop smiling.

((I know the Larry part was a little awk, but I needed to kinda tell you guys what's been going on in their relationship. I haven't really had anything too exciting going on with them yet but I still felt like I should clue you in a little bit))