The Boy Next Door. (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 3

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The rest of the day was slow, I helped mum bake some cookies and watched a couple of movies. My weekends off involved doing, well, nothing. I usually finish all my assignments before the weekend which gave me plenty of time to do what I wanted until university started again the following week. There was one thing I couldn't get off my mind all day, and that was Harry. Countless questions were playing over in my mind. How the hell did he afford that house? Does he have a job? Or is he at university? I hardly even know the guy and I have questions to ask him.
The night snuck up quite quick, I had ravioli for dinner and watched dancing with the stars with mum and dad. Dad left early for work this morning than usual, work is pushing his limits and I don't really get to see him anymore. After dinner I placed all our dirty dishes in the dishwasher and walked up the stairs.
"Night." I called to both of my parents, and padded to my bedroom.
I closed the door and sighed, there was a cool breeze coming through my open window that cooled my skin. I pulled my shirt above my head, and placed it in the hamper.
"You do know that your window is fully open and mine is too, right?" Harry yelled from the window of his new house.
"OH MY GOD HARRY!" I yelled and dived to the floor.
"I have some pizza over here! Dinner and a show!" He called and I could hear him laughing incredibly hard.
I crawled to the hamper and put on my shirt, then looked out the window.
"Out of all the places I decided to take off my shirt, it was infront of my god damn window. Why am I so stupid." I put a hand on my forehead and laughed at myself.
"Nice bra by the way." He winked at me and devoured a piece of pizza. I shook my head and laughed.
"Do you want some pizza?" He asked while running his hand through his curls.
"Try and throw it over here." I dared, wondering how this was going to turn out.
"Hahaha! Okay!" He lifted a piece of pizza from the box and aimed carefully out his window for me. The piece of pizza didn't land anywhere near my window, instead it slapped across the wall of my house, leaving sauce, cheese, and a piece of pepperoni in its tracks then slid to the grass below.
"You're cleaning that tomorrow, and work on your shitty aim!" I called, and heard him chuckle. He looked over at me with his piercing green eyes and grinned.
"Goodnight Harold" I smiled and began to close my window.
"Goodnight Anastasia" I heard him say, then made my way to the bathroom to get changed. My hair was a mess so I brushed it well, as well as my teeth. I ventured back to my bedroom and crept into bed, Pulling the covers over me and placing my head softly on my pillow. There was one thought that was running through my mind until I was able to find sleep, and that thought was Harry Styles.