My Hot Neighbor {Larry Stylinson AU} *one shot*

My Hot Neighbor, Louis

( A/N ) This isn't my story idea, but I found it quiet interesting, so here's my one shot on it. Hope you like it! Enjoy! ;~))

{ Harry's POV }
     I watch Louis from my window, as I stare at his perky ass. He was fit as fuck, muscular from being the teams captain in the school's football team. He had these gorgeous blue eyes, and a beautiful structure to his face, especially his cheekbones. My favorite aspect though, was his nice thick thighs, and his ass.

     I definitely didn't have a chance with Louis since he had a girlfriend, Danielle. He was also a senior, super popular, and super straight. While me, being a freshman, gay, and being on the bottom of the food chain, would never get noticed by him.

     "Hazza, can you get the mail for me? I'm kinda busy in my office right now," my mum called from downstairs. She's a lawyer, and was filling some reports in her home office.

     "Okay," I said as I took one last glance at the window, still seeing Louis outside kicking his football around. I go downstairs lazily, walking through my living room. I turn the lock, and open the front door, where I can see Louis from the right corner of my eye. I take deep breathes, as I tried not to freak the fuck out.

     I walk on my driveway trying to not get any attention on myself, but luck isn't doing any justice at this point. Something taps my foot, and when I look down, a football is resting beside my foot.

     "Hey! Can you kick the ball back?" I hear a dreamy Louis Tomlinson call.

     I kick the ball back to him, watching as it flew back to Louis. He stopped it with his foot, seeming impressed with my football skills. "Hey kid, what's your name? You're pretty good at football."

     I feel the heat rise to my cheeks at the compliment I received from Louis. "Um, it's H-Harry," I answer, cursing at myself for stuttering.

     "My name is Louis," he said, not knowing that I already knew him.

     "I know." Wait, why the fuck did I just say that?

     He looked at me confused, "How?"

     "From school, you're really good at football, and you're like super popular," I said as I he nodded at everything I was saying.

     "Oh that's right. How come I don't see you so often?" He asked as he came passing the street. I noticed that I still haven't gotten the mail at all.

     "I'm a freshman, and I'm not really in the crowd." I said truthfully.

     He chuckled a bit, "Well it's nice that you aren't in the crowd, it gets quite annoying with all the drama, and 'who was with who' type of nonsense." It was nice that Louis was different; it made it almost impossible not to like him. He was always humble to everyone, and saw everyone the same.

     "-Well if you like, we can hang out after school or something, maybe your house or mine, eh?" His voice took me from my trance.

     "Sure," I said as I squealed inside my head like a 10-year-old girl would.

     By then it was 7:30pm, and the sun was setting. After talking to Louis, I finally grabbed the mail, some bills, and propaganda and such.

      Once I entered the house again, my mum was in the kitchen. She looked at me curiously, and asked, "What took you so long to get back?"

     "Oh I-um, was talking to the neighbor in the front," I said looking down, trying not to look at my mum.

     "What's his name, seems nice?" My mum asked, and I looked up shocked. Nice? For once my mum isn't judging or criticizing someone. After a bad relationship with my father, my mum could never trust anyone.