The Boy Next Door. Harry Styles love story.

The Boy Next Door. Harry Styles love story. Chapter 2.

We walked into my house and headed up to my room.

"Cute wallpaper," Hayley said.

"I didn't pick it out."

"So. You got a boyfriend back home?"

"Haha no."

"Neither do we."

I smiled. Im starting to like these girls! They are just like my friends at home! Maybe this summer won't be so bad....

"Sam! You have a friend at the door!" I heard my grandpa yell.

"Be right back."

I ran down the stairs and headed to the front door. It was that singer guy.

"Can I come in?" he asked.

"Uh."

Before I got to answer he walked inside.

"Wow I can't believe it's really you. Samantha Burke. You've grown up!"

"Um. Excuse me?"

"It's me. Harry. We used to be friends when we were little!"

"I don't remember that."

"What! We used to get into all sorts of trouble!"

"Sorry. Harry. But I don't remember you. And I find it very strange how you remember me."

"Well. Sorry for bothering you. I'll leave now."

I opened the door for him and he walked out.

"Just keep you fans off our front lawn. Thanks."

He gave me a hurt look before heading back to his house.

"Sam!" Madison and Hayley squealed.

"What?"

"How could you just blow him off like that!"

"I don't know him."

"Well he thinks you do."

I rolled my eyes and we went back upstairs.

The girls left late that night. The next morning we were supposed to go shopping. I put on a cute shirt and some jean shorts. I walked out the door.

"It's her!" someone screamed.

"Excuse me?"

"Your Harry's friend! He came over here yesterday!"

"We aren't friend's."

More and more girls rushed up to me. Too many girls.

"Ladies ladies." I heard a guy say.

All the girls screamed and backed up.

"Sorry Samantha. You ok?"

"I'm fine. And it's Sam. Ok?"

"Ok Sam. You heading out?"

"Yeah."

"You look a little pale. You sure your ok?" he said while placing his hand on my shoulder.

"I'm fine."

I shrugged his hand off and started walking down the street.

"Wait! You need a ride?"

"No."

He chased after me.

"C'mon. It's about to rain. Let me take you."

I could hear the girls whispering.

"A little rain doesn't bother a girl like me."

"Still stubborn I see."