The Neighbor // H.S

Chapter One

Harry's POV

"Babe! Babe! Have you seen my shirt!" I yelled down the stairs of my two-story Los Angeles home.

I was busy packing for my upcoming tour and I wanted to make sure I was prepared. I was never really one to be disorganized, but I always tended to forget some of the shirts I really wanted to wear on stage when I packed closer to my flight date. And at the moment, I was already forgetting one of the most important things that I always needed to be in my suitcase:my Rolling Stones t-shirt.

"Damn it. I could have sworn I put that shirt in my closet." I mumbled to myself as I quickly moved my hangers in my closet back and forth.

"Chels! Have you seen my shirt! I need it!" I yelled down again at my girlfriend.

"What? I can't hear you H!" She yelled back up at me

I sighed and scratched my head. I threw on a pair of my boxers and some joggers and headed down stairs. I was just going to waste time calling her from up here. As soon as I made it to the bottom of the stairs, my eyes were met with a beautiful view of my girlfriends backside.

She was wearing a large shirt over her body, but as she moved around the kitchen, it rose just enough for me to see her nicely shaped ass. I could even see the skimpy white thong that I had so skillfully maneuvered off of her body the night before.

I bit my lip as imagines of her body tangled up with mine flashed in my head. I could almost hear the animalistic moans she had been giving off as I pleased her last night. I groaned a little under my breath as I felt my morning wood twitch in my pants.

I came up behind her and wrapped my hands around her torso. Instantly, I felt her body fall into mine. She smiled as I kissed her neck softly. I let my hand wander over her pantie line softly as she closed her eyes.

"Good morning love." I whispered in her ear as we rocked together.

She turned around in my arms and faced me. I swore, every time I looked at her I felt like I was looking into an angel's face. She was my only angel. She was the only woman I had ever dated that knew me so well and put me in line when I needed to be.

"Indeed it is a good morning." Chelsea replied with a kiss.

We stood there together just soaking up each other for a good three minutes. Finally, Chelsea pulled back slightly, gasping for a breath of air.

"Couldn't handle my expertise huh?" I joked with her.

She lightly hit my arm and smiled. It wasn't until then that I noticed she had something very important. She was wearing my shirt! I gasped as I looked her up and down. She burrowed her brows as to ask me what was wrong. I shook my head and scooted myself up against the kitchen island.

"You're wearing my fucking shirt!" I laughed as I looked at her. "I've been looking all over for it this morning. I need that back."

"Why?" She asked me as she walked over to the refrigerator.

"Because, I'm packing for the tour and I need that for when I go on tour with the band." I said in a 'duh' tone.

"But why babe? You literally never wear the shirt." She said to me as she walked back over to her original spot in front of me with a glass of orange juice.

"I know but its super special to me. Niall gave it to me and..well it helps me kinda stay calm while I'm not directly with the guys at this time." I sighed.

"Aw. That was so moving." Chelsea said as she took a sip of her orange juice.

"Shut up!" I joked with her as we both laughed. "Now can you please give me my shirt?" I said as I stood myself back up again.