The Boy Next Door

This is my first fanfic. Okay so it's about a girl who moves next door to a certain One Direction member :) sorry about any typos. Vote, read, like, comment, and fan!

IMPORTANT NOTE FROM THE FUTURE: It gets better. First bit is awful, sorry. Next few chapters kinda go up a bit, but it WILL hit a good plot, story, etc later. Just hang in there, and thanks for reading! xxx

NOTE FROM LATER FUTURE: the book is on hold BUT i am rewriting EVERYTHING

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Bella's POV: 

Most of my friends were outside, playing volleyball, tanning, swimming, or anything else that fit the simple criteria of being out in the warm California sun. However, I was doing close to the opposite.

I was sitting in my room, on my bed, with the blinds closed as to stop the sunlight. My heed was in my hands, and even if I could see through my hands, my blond hair would still shield my ocean blue eyes from seeing the empty boxes on the floor or my belongings scattered all over my room. My room was bare. My posters had been taken down, my bulletin board was dissasembled along with my bed, and all the memories I had in this room were staying here. Good for them.

Why couldn't I stay here with them?

"BELLA, YOU'RE PACKING, RIGHT?" I heard my mom's voice shout from downstairs.

"OF COURSE, MOM!" I responded. Um, no. I rolled my eyes and stood up, brushing off imaginary dirt. Time to get packing, I muttered to myself. Joy. A single tear rolled down my face, dropping into one of the many empty boxes cluttering my floor where my lovely, baby blue carpet should still be.

Harry's POV: 

The first moving van was already outside the house next to mine. And kind of my mum's, but Gemma has her own place, my mum has her own place, I pay the bills, and my bandmates and I live here. So really, it's erm, my house. The house next door's backyard just happens to have a fence. On many occasions, my bandmates or I have had to climb over the tall, wooden fence in order to retrieve our football. We probably wouldn't be able to do that as often (if we even could anymore) once the new people moved in.

Mum had done research, and by research I mean typing one of their names into Google and hoping she clicked the right FaceBook page. Gemma was betting she found the right people, while I was betting she hadn't. Loser had to give the winner five pounds. Turning the light off, stripping down, and popping into my bed, I thought to myself: Tommorow is the day Gemma loses five pounds.

Bella's POV 

Trudging through the airport, I was a good 10 yards behind my mom and slowing with each grudging step.

Watch out, UK, because here comes a girl that's gonna wreak havoc, cause drama, and ultimately learn to live and YOU are going to pay the price.

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So I'm rewriting everything, and WOW this chapter was so B A D.