The boys next door || completed

What in sweet Jesus-

Emily's POV**

I wake up curled against Leondre, and smile. He looks so peaceful, it's cute. His hair has fallen into his eyes, and I reach to push it back, my hand trailing, lingering on his cheek.

That night, playing spin the bottle, ended on the best note I could have ever hoped. But he's Leondre Devries, famous, touring the world, and I'm just... Well, I'm just Emily James, about as fucked up as you can get.

He's still sleeping, and I don't want to wake him, but I need a shower, and we both definitely need to brush our teeth.

"Fuck you." I whisper, kissing his cheek quickly, before wriggling out of his arms, grabbing a towel, and locking myself in my ensuite.

Hang on... Did I just kiss Leondre Devries?! Oh god...

Leondre's POV**

She fell asleep first, and woke up first, because the next thing I know, there's water running, and a beautiful voice singing. The same voice that night they moved.

We knew since we met her she sings, really, but if she didn't want us to know, we wouldn't say.

I realise she's singing over music, a mashup.

"Yeah, we can work from home, home
we can work from home, home.
work work work work work
you'll see me after work work work work work-" She stops as there's a crash. "Ah shite," she laughs, picking up the song. "I got this feeling, inside my bones,
it goes electric, wavy when I turn it on.
And if you feel you're sinking I will jump right over Into cold, cold water for you.
I took a pill in Ibiza
To show Avicii I was cool-"
The water shuts off, and Emily's voice is quieter before she just starts humming along.

I sit cross-legged, covers wrapped around me for a little warmth, waiting for her to come out.

Eventually, she emerges, hair tied up, dressed in simple jeans and a t-shirt, but she looks good, even with the toothbrush still in her mouth.

"Oh, sweet Jesus-Leo!" She screams as I guess she wasn't expecting me to be sat there staring at her.

I throw my head back laughing. "Sorry, you should have seen your face."

She rolls her eyes, surpressing a smile, and turns back to the bathroom after throwing her towel and pjs into a basket in the corner of the room.

"Have a nice shower?" I ask innocently.

Emily stops, spits, and turns to me, a passive look on her face. "Hm?" She manages.

I smile, keeping a straight face, "Did you have a nice shower?" I ask again, and she blinks.

"How long have you been awake, Leondre?"

I shrug, trying to remember, "Um, about ten, maybe fifteen minutes?"

She starts laughing. "Oh my god." She's more relaxed than before.

"What did you do?" I ask, suddenly suspicious, but she shakes her head.

"Nothing, sorry, nothing. I did have a nice shower. Did you like the song?"

"Mashup, more like." I grin, and she laughs.

"I'm surprised you haven't said sooner." She shakes her head. Excuse me?

"Huh?" It's my turn to stop.

"I knew you knew, and Charlie. That night, about two months ago? I heard you, out in the back, and the little click-cough code thingy? Subtlety really isn't your strong suit, nor Charlie's." She snickers at my face. "I'm not thick Leondre."

I have no idea what to say. "Wait, so you knew we knew, but yet didn't say anything, and didn't tell us, even though you knew we knew?" I try to make sense of it all.

"Yeah. I don't like attention, not directly on me, at least, and I wanted to see if either of you would bring it up. Plus, it was nice to watch you two think you knew things about me without me knowing, it was quite adorable."

"Okay, I draw the line at adorable," I smirk, and she comes over, half sitting on my lap.

"But you're the cutest thing I've ever seen!" My breath catches, but either she doesn't notice, or decides to ignore it, grinning, getting up, and throwing a towel at me, saying, "Shower, teeth, go. Blue toothbrush is yours."

Emily's POV**

Idiot, actually thinks I didn't know? Hilarious.

I quickly text Charlie, saying I'm fine, seeing as I was ignoring my phone entirely last night, rather watching films and giving commentary with Leondre.

Leondre. God, where do I start?

Nowhere. Don't even think about going there, Emily.

I shake my head, knowing I'm right, but still.

I go down to make us breakfast and meet dad skyping someone in the kitchen.
Wearing a bright purple unicorn onesie.
And drinking capri-suns.

I swear to God.

"Dad, what is sweet Jesus-"

"Shush." Two voices come at once, and whoever he's on skype to carries on saying stuff. Music industry stuff.

I don't really listen until I hear, "And how is little miss 'I-don't-sing' this morning.

I drop the sugar, and curse. "Sorry, hi, hello, I'm good, you?"

"Yeah, you wouldn't know where Leondre is, would you?" It's Simon Cowell. "He disappeared last night, and-"

Leondre walks in, squeezing behind me to get to the fridge, then staring at the suger-covered floor.

"Ah, young Leondre."

"Morning Simon. Hey, Em, what's with-"

"Blame Simon," I say, rolling my eyes at the whistles from both my dad and Simon Cowell.

"Mr James, um... Is that a purple unicorn onesie?" Leondre stares at my dad, bug-eyed.

"It is indeed, Mr Devries. I thought I told you it's just Peter or Pete."

I sigh, "dad, please, why th-"

"It's fabulous darling, it's called fashion."

I hit my head on the fridge several times. Why?!!