Attraction

The begining

I wasn't like other girls, and trust me I know how clique that sounds. I've moved my life all over the country, never having a premenant home. Well here I was in Seattle driving my 1999 Green Cheroke Jeep from my previous home in Oregon.

The sun was beating down on the metal roof radiating my car like a furnace. The windows were down and the music turned up. I had just turned 17 and was allowed car privileges for the first time. The drive up on my own was nice, and quiet; unlike my chaotic life at home. I was the golden child with the perfect grades and shy attitude. I had never acted out and gone wild, well not of my parents knowing. My dad was famously know for saying, "The grass is always greener on the other side." Little did I know he was true, the grass was smokable. Who knew a little green could let the pressure of being the good girl down. Even though I had fun with green I had no clue how to deal with guys. They never seemed to notice me, but somehow looking from a distance was better. The less complication the better.

I was a mere two blocks away according to Siri, who happened to be of no help. I had gotten turned around more than once. I rounded the corner at Myrtle street and there I was in front of the big red house with it's Victorian wrap-around-porch. I parked my car in the front and politely waved at my parents who already had made company with the neighbor with medium length brown hair, and piercing green eyes. I detracted my eyes and have attention to my phone which would soon be bombarded and spied through by my parents. I had learned to be smart enough to delete practically everything. While clearing my texts and camera roll, there was a huge crash on the hood of my car. Startled I bounced up to see a soccer ball bouncing down the street.

Three boys around my age ran to my car with sympathetic faces. I began to flush because of their sculpted bodies and toned muscles. Without getting flustered, I pull out the keys and quickly exited the car grabbing a few bags and boxes to distract my idling hands. As soon as I step out I hear the tallest boy speak.

"I'm so sorry we hit your car! My stupid friends were screwing around trying to look cool!" He spoke softly but direct. I could smell his spearmint gum and his aveda hair care. He was ultimately charming with his curly hair and green eyes.

"Jesus Zayn quit staring and go get the ball!" Said the curly headed boy not so soft spoken.

Zayn who had carmel skin and brown eyes grabbed the arm of their blond friend and ran after the ball which was long gone. I stood there awkwardly waiting for him to say something but luckily my mother interfered.

"Honey, come meet Anne! She's the next door neighbor. Her son is Harry."

I nearly broke a sweat. I turned my attention back to the boy and he gave me a little wave. Of fucking course I would have an attractive neighbor. I wasn't ugly, but I wasn't confident so I couldn't see anything good happening from this. I prayed to god he couldn't see threw my window.

Without saying anything else I gathered a better grip on my bags and ran into the house.

"Aren't you going to say hello?" Commented my father obnoxiously. Obviously I had places to be, but without being rude I peeked my head out of the door and bluntly said "hi" then dashed away. This was not good.