The Boy Next Door (boyxboy)

Chapter 1

Harry lay on the couch, staring up at the ceiling as his drunk father stumbled through the front door.

"Where are you, you piece of shit?" Harry shuddered from the slur of his father and walked to the hallway. "Did you get my beer?" Harry mentally cursed himself for forgetting.

"N-no" his dad clenched his hand Into a fist.

"Why not?" He growled.

"I-I f-forgot". Harry flinched as his father hit him on the cheek.

"You stupid piece of shit!" Harry's father repeatedly hit and kicked him as Harry lay helpless on the ground, trying to protect his head with his arms. Harry was used to this. Ever since his mum died, his father went down hill. Apparently it was Harry's fault his mother was in that car crash. Harry was too. But Harry lived and his mother did not. All his father did was drink and abuse him. This was how Harry lived. He would go to school and come home, do his homework then just get hit. "Don't forget again!" With one last kick, his dad walked away and Harry stumbled up the stairs, into his room. He went to close his window but paused as he looked to the house next door. There were lights on, as the blinds were lit up from them. Harry realised he has never actually seen his neighbour before. Not one person had left or entered that house and he found that strange. He didn't know if a man, woman or even kids lived there. When he had been in the car accident two years ago the stranger moved in and has never been seen by Harry. Not once.

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Harry carefully stepped from his house, hopeful that he hadn't woken his hungover dad. He looked curiously at the double story house next door and walked towards the lawn. Harry just stared at the house, unaware that a set of piercing blue eyes were watching his every move closely as he chewed at the skin around his nails. Niall liked to think he was on house arrest. He is twenty three years old and was diagnosed with agoraphobia only one year ago. He didn't know what it was. He just hated the idea of leaving his home. It was safe. That's all Niall wanted. He just wants to be safe. He always gets food delivered to his house weekly so he doesn't have to deal with the thoughts of getting hurt. So Niall decided to never leave his house. He also has a case of obsessive compulsive disorder. Everything must be perfect in his house. Clean and spotless, not a thing out of place. What Harry didn't know is that Niall had been admiring him from his upstairs window. Ever since he came home from the hospital and Niall saw him, he was intrigued. Harry looked innocent. He was too afraid to approach Harry. He was afraid of getting harmed in anyway.

"Harry! You coming?" Harry looked back to see his best friend Louis waiting in the drive way. Harry took one last look at the house then ran to Louis' car, getting in. "What were you doing? And shit Haz! What happened to your face?" Harry sighed.

"Nothing"

"Harry you're constantly showing up looking like this and you always say it's nothing!"

"Louis drop it".

"Haz, I'm your best friend, you tell me everything".

"I said to drop it". Harry jumped out the car as soon as Louis parked and walked away, ignoring Louis' calls and walked to his first class as they were late. Harry didn't hate school. It was his only escape from his dad, although he did get hit and was bullied because he was gay. He didn't understand why people made such a big deal about it. Two of his best friends were gay too, and they were a couple. Harry just doesn't understand what hitting him and calling him names will do. It only physically and emotionally hurts him. He's not just going to stop being gay because people hit him and call him names. It's not a choice. It's never a choice. He knew he was gay since the 7th grade when he and his friends began to talk about girls. Harry didn't like girls. He never did. He always liked the way Louis looked. Of course his small crush on Louis didn't last long. Harry was happy for Louis and Zayn. They were the perfect couple. Liam had a girlfriend. They've been going out for over a year now. Harry knew they were that couple in high school that would end up getting married and having kids together. He wished he could find someone like that. His thoughts led back to his unseen neighbour, wondering if it was a male? Would he be attractive? Why did they never leave the house?

"Harry?" He looked up from his food, which he wasn't even focusing on to Zayn. "You haven't talked all lunch. You okay?"

"I've never seen my neighbour before". The boys laughed.

"You really do talk some shit sometimes you know that?" Louis chuckled, patting Harry's shoulder. He frowned.

"No, I'm serious, I want to know who my neighbour is, do you feel up for snooping?" Harry looked around curiously.

"Yeah! I'm up for it". Louis agreed.

"Well if Louis is then sure". Zayn stated. Louis smiled and kissed Zayn's cheek. They all looked to Liam.

"I don't think we should be invading their priv-"

"Come on Liam! Have a bit of fun!" Louis whined. Liam dropped his shoulders in a huff.

"Okay fine".

"Yes! We haven't done anything outside of school in forever!" Louis cheered happily.

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Niall sat at his upstairs window, biting at his nails as he waited for Harry to get home.

"Harry!" Niall snapped his gaze down only to smile as he saw the curly headed boy. His smile faded as he saw him making his way towards Niall with another three boys. He panicked as he heard a knock and cautiously got up, walking down the stairs. Harry stared in awe as he met Niall's pale figure. He met the piercing blue eyes first, looking slightly at Niall's blonde died hair, the brown roots slightly showing, his pink plumb lips that had been chewed on, his jaw line, his eye lashes, his flushed cheeks-

"H-h-hello?" Niall's eyes moved rapidly as he looked outside, afraid of getting hurt. "W-what do y-y-you want?" Niall was afraid and the boys could see that.

"I-I...ah...I-"

"Ah hello sir! This is Harry here! He's your neighbour, and this is Zayn and Liam and I'm Louis". Niall was shocked from the loud voice and stepped back, closing the door slightly.

"N-nice to m-meet you. I-I have t-to-"

"Wait!" Niall looked to Harry curiously. "What's your name?" Niall nervously fidgeted with the door handle and looked down.

"Niall". He closed the door quickly and took a deep breath, trying to calm his breathing as his chest rose and fell rapidly.