Love Thy Neighbour

This is another Harry one shot, for Klara (aka StarKidKlara17) 

I hope you enjoy it! :-) 

- Megan.

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Klara dragged herself down the stairs slowly, even though considering it was a Saturday and she'd used the word 'lay in' to her advantage, she was still half asleep.

"Finally, the beast emerges from its cave!"  her brother hissed sarcastically, sliding the orange juice across the breakfast bar in her direction. 

"Have I ever told you how hilarious you actually are?" she groaned back, pouring some of the orange juice into an empty glass which waited at her seat, before grabbing a piece of the now dry, hard and cold toast. 

"Actually no, but now you have." 

"Well, I hate to brake it to you, but I was also being sarcastic." she then added, wiping the smile from his face before biting into the toast through a giggle. "what is the loudly playing music outside all about? it woke me up." 

"Not like its half one in the afternoon already anyway so you should of woken up. But yeah, its Harry, the douche from next door cleaning one of his many expensive cars. While listening to some terribly dreadful music, if I must say so myself." 

Klara raised from her stool, jumping down to her feet and glaring out of the kitchen window, through the small gaps in the blinds. And as she expected, there her so very attractive neighbour stood, his brunette curls bobbing up and down as he polished the bonnet of his black range rover frantically. The door on the drivers side of the car wide open, and the music from inside it still blarring out.

"Hey, don't you dare. Ed Sheeran's music is legenary." she sighed, watching him continue to scrub. 

"Why don't you go and join him then if you're being so defensive of his terrible taste in music." 

Suddenly the front door swung open followed by the sound of heels heading fowards the kitchen 

"Kids, I'm home!" her mums voice echoed through the lounge until she eventually apeared at the kitchen "What's going on in here? I sense tension." 

"Oh nothing much, Klara was just checking out Harry from next door. Well the correct term would be perving on." 

"I see, well there's plenty of time for that tonight! him, Robin and Anne are all coming over for roast dinner tonight." 

Klara slammed her glass on the marble counter shooting away from the blind in surprise, 

"Wow wait, what? Oh please don't tell me now Harry's suddenly been on that so called talent show you're using him and his family for the fame mother, please." 

Her mum threw her head back in fake laughter, before letting a sly smirk creep across her face, 

"Of course not Klara. How long have I and Anne been friends? we used to do yoga together."

"Yeah, five years ago. But mum you can't just-" 

"Enough already, ok? both of you, upstairs, showers, presentable outfits. Now." 

She didn't have to repeat herself again before both of them left the room groaning loudly. 

Harry had lived next door for over five years, Klara had been in most of the same classes as him all the way through high school, regardless to them being in seperate sides of their year. Why had her mum only just decided to invite them over now? it was definitely to do with him being part of this new, yet basically just another regular boyband. And deep inside, Klara felt she was the only girl who had any true interest in him years before he became this brand new famous version of himself, but nobody knew that of course. However, she was still attracted to him as much as she'd always been, but with never being part of the as you'd call it 'popular crew' she had never acted on it. Tonight in her case, would be unbearable.