One Direction Preferences Part 2

HE'S YOUR NEW NEIGHBOR (HE'S NOT FAMOUS)

HE'S YOUR NEW NEIGHBOR (HE'S NOT FAMOUS)

Louis: "Hey! What are you doing?" you shout from your porch, watching as a boy about your age starts climbing up the tree in front of your house. The boy looks up and waves. With a sigh, you storm over to the tree and look up. "Hello," he says simply, climbing up a little higher, then perching lazily on a branch. "Hi," you reply, raising an eyebrow. "Why are you in my tree?" The boy shrugs and pretends to examine the branches and leaves. "Is it your tree? I don't see your name on it." You roll your eyes. "Well, how do YOU know? You don't even know my name!" you retort."Well unless your name is leaf or branch, this isn't your tree," he replies simply, a grin on his face, his blue eyes teasing. "Just so happens my name is Leaf." "Oh? Hello, Leaf. I'm Louis. What a unique name." "Yeah, I was named after my Grandma," you reply with a smile, climbing up onto the tree next to him. He helps you up to the branch he's perched on and smiles. "I just moved in over there," he points to the house next to yours. "My name isn't really Leaf," you tell him. "I know," he replies. "It's (Y/N)" you say. "That's a pretty name," he counters. "I like this tree," he says after a moment. "Me too. I'll let you climb my tree if you want to," you offer, twirling a leaf in your hands. "That sounded dirty," Louis snorts, grinning cheekily. "You can climb my tree anytime, baby," you joke, making your best seductive voice and waggling your eyebrows, sending him into a fit of laughter. 

Liam: "Do you need help?" you look up from your book to see a moving van parked across the street and a muscular boy carrying boxes. "WHAT?" he calls back. You set your book aside and cross the street, watching the boy lift box after box. "I said, Do you need help?" The boy smiles and shakes his head, setting a box aside. "No thank you. I'm Liam. Liam Payne, by the way, my family and I just moved in here." You nod. "I'm (Y/N). I live across the street." He looks over at your house then turns back to you, and you help him lift a box from the truck. "Nice house. I'm glad you live across the street," he says, eyes sparkling. "Thanks. Why's that?" you ask. "I dunno...you're about my age, and you're..pretty," he blushes. "And you're nice." You smile, your cheeks turning pink. "Thank you...How do you know I'm nice? For all you know I'm a mass murderer or running an underground slave trade from my attic," you joke. He laughs and shakes his head. "You're right. I guess I shouldn't assume a pretty girl who was reading a book who offered to help me move boxes is nice," he says in a mock serious tone. "She's obviously a mass murderer plotting to kill me as we speak." You throw your hands up in mock surrender. "Ah! He's onto my plan! Abort mission! Abort!" You both laugh and you help him carry more boxes. After a few moments and lots of joking and small talk, he lets out a happy sigh. "I was right." You raise an eyebrow and plop down on the sidewalk. "About what?" He sits down next to you. "About you being nice." 

Harry: You lean close to the window, watching the curly-haired boy who'd just moved next door curiously. He was sitting in a hammock reading a book. You notice he's pretty good looking and he's got green eyes and.."HELLO?" he looks up from his book and looks right at you. You open the window, embarrassed. "Um, hi?" you call nervously. "You know, it's be easier to have a conversation if you came over here instead of calling down from a window," he shouts back with a laugh. You nervously jog downstairs and outside where he's waiting in front of your house. "Harry Styles," he holds out his hand and smiles. "(Y/N). Nice to meet you," you offer shyly. "So, (Y/N), should I be afraid? You were watching me for a while. Are you plotting something devious?" he jokes. "No! No..just, um, curious, haven't had a new neighbor in a while..." you offer, grinning. "Especially not one as...good looking as yourself." He grins, showing off his dimples. "Why, thank you! Your previous neighbor must've been really ugly then." "Actually, previous neighbor was really old. He's dead." Harry bites his lip. "Well that's awkward." You laugh and he joins your laughter. "So, would you like to join me on the hammock? Or do you have a window to get back to?" You stick out your tongue and follow him back to the hammock, where you both lay side-by-side as you tell him all about the neighborhood. 

Niall: "Hello!" a blonde head appears suddenly over your fence and you shriek. "Ah! Christ! You scared me," you drop your towel and slide your sunglasses on top of your head." He laughs and shrugs. "Sorry bout that. I'm Niall, I just moved in next door," he says happily. "Oh. I'm (Y/N)," you reply, picking up your towel and spreading it out on a lounge chair. "Is that a pool?" he nods towards the pool in your yard, eyes filled with excitement. "No, it's just a casual body of water that happens to lie in my backyard," you say sarcastically. He laughs and pulls himself onto the edge of the fence, sitting there. "Stupid question, I know. You're funny, though." You smile and adjust the strap of your bathing suit. "I was just about to go swimming actually..." He eyes you hopefully. "Want to join me?" He jumps off the fence onto your patio and slides off his shirt. "Of course, I happen to love swimming in casual bodies of water in pretty neighborhood girl's backyards," he jokes. You laugh and shake your head. "Last one in the pool is a rotten egg!" you shout, running and diving into the water. 

Zayn: "Excuse me, do you know where the supermarket is?" a boy with toffee colored skin and tattoos taps your arm and you look up from where you'd been doodling with chalk on your driveway. "Yeah! Walk down that street, then make a left about half way down and then make a right and cut through the side street and..." you explain. He looks at you like a deer in headlights, clearly confused. "Um, do you think you could walk there with me? I don't know where anything is...I just moved here," he half-smiles and holds up a shopping list. "Mum sent me to get some things from the store." You brush some chalk off your hands and he pulls you up. "Welcome to the neighborhood, then. I'm (Y/N)," you say cheerfully. A sexy new neighbor, just what you need to spark up your summer. "I'm Zayn," he replies with a smile. You two begin walking side-by-side towards the supermarket and you give him a mini tour. "See that house right there?" you point to an old looking house and he nods. "It's supposedly haunted. No one goes trick-or-treating there." He stares at it skeptically. "Hm, I don't believe in ghosts," he shrugs. "And that house, over there?" you point to a house a few doors down. "Don't ever step on his lawn. He's crazy." He laughs and you continue giving him your two cents and advice about the neighborhood. You both finally reach the supermarket and he thanks you for going with him. "Thank you for doubling as my GPS system/tour guide/something beautiful to look at," he says. You blush and shrug. "My pleasure. Maybe we could continue this tour tomorrow? I still haven't shown you the tree I fell out of when I was seven." He laughs and turns to enter the supermarket. "I'd love that. See you tomorrow, (Y/N)!"