The Boy Next Door (One Direction fanfic)

Chapter 3

Harry's POV

Its 6 in the morning and I can't sleep. Not when my new neighbor is blasting music making his flat shake. I tried closing my eyes, numerous of times. But the loud music distracts my brain from sleeping.

 Finally I bring myself to get up, put on some pants, and march on over there. 

There I am on his door step, banging on his door.

"Who does this guy think he is?" I mutter under my breath with my head down waiting for him to answer.

From the corner of my eye, my eyes meet a pair lovely legs. They scroll up the body to meet a beautiful face with a set of big, sea green, innocent eyes. It was girl. A beautiful one. She had light brown, natural, curls. She appears to be only and inch or two shorter than me. 

 "Yes?" The girl says searching for an explanation. I didn't realize I was just staring at her. I'm an idiot as I dint not respnd. 

"If you're here about the loud music, I'm sorry. I didn't think it bothered anyone cause the old lady next door didn't say anything," she says in apologetic tone.

"She wouldn't. She turns her hearing aid off when Lou and I are home," I say as if she knows who Louis is. She giggles.

Wait, I'm Harry Styles. I can get any girl.

So the first thing that comes out of my mouth is, "I'm Harry. But you already knew that."

She rolls her eyes. "Please. That doesn't impress me."

"Is that why you were staring at me through your window the other day?"

"What? No I wasn't. What are you talking about? Thats defiantly-"

"I was kidding."

Usually girls fall for the ckeeky guy like myself. But this girl just slams the door on my face.

Lani POV

Holy shit. Did Harry see me staring at him through the window yesterday? Maybe he really was just kidding. But I thought I was pretty sneaky about it. Oh my god. He doesn't even know my name. But I know his. Is that weird? I'll just act like I didn't know until he told me. Wait, he's famous. Who cares if I knew before. Infact, who cares if he did see me? Wait, me. I do.

"Ugggggggh," I groan as I smack myself on the forehead. 

I walk over to the matress laying on the floor in the living and flop myself down. Until my furniture is delivered tomorrow, I posses no furniture. The only things I have are my personal belongings, this mattress, my keyboard, an ipod dock and a picture of Luke. This is not how its suppose to be. I shouldn't have a picture a of Luke. I should have Luke. Here with me. 

 I can feel my eyes watering as pick up his picture. I slightly smile through the tears. I get a grip, take a deep breath, and count to ten. 

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Its ten o'clock now and the kitchens a bit dirty. You would think the previous owner(s) would have the decency to clean it up. But no, they decided to give me something to do.

 "Hey I just met you, and this is crazy!" Call me maybe blares through the apartment while I dance and sing with the kitchen mop. 

 I'm done with the floor and it is now slippery wet. I pause the music and try to make my way out of the kitchen. Just my luck, I slip and land on my butt. I hear a sudden laughter. Harry..

 I pick myself up and give a dirty look at the open, curtenless window. 

"You know, I could have you arrested for spying!" I shout across the kitchen and it makes it out the window and into Harry's ear.