Next Door Neighbor

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Harry's apartment was cluttered with boxes. A couch against the exposed brick, a coffee table and a televison were the only other things in his living area along with one lonely tree in the corner. I didn't see any intruments so I wondered where he had them. Maybe in a guest room or his room. 

He closed the door behind me and passed me quickly into the kitchen. He opened a cabinet and asked, "Would you like a drink?"

I nodded, "A water would be good, thank you." 

His apartment was just like mine except messier. The exposed brick on the side of windows that looked out to the city. I took a seat on his couch, crossing my right leg over my left. He walked over towards me, two glasses in his hand.

I thanked him and then he sat down a couple inches from me. "So, why do you write music?" I asked, sipping on my water. He ran his fingers through his hair.

"Well, it's like a coping mechanism almost. I tell a story with lyrics and let out my stress into the sound. And i just enjoy writing and playing a lot," Harry explained. I nodded, curiosity flowing through me wondering so many things.

"I have never been into writing music. I've just been into writing. Period." I shrug.

"I mean, you don't listen to good music so i understand that," Harry joked. My jaw dropped and a scoff escaped from my throat.

"Okay that was rude," i mutter, bringing the glass up to my lips. He chuckles softly and shakes his head.

"I know," Harry smiled. He springs up from the couch and looks down at me, lips now pressed into a line. "Could i play you a song? I know you only like boring shit but I've been dying to show someone what I've been working on and i don't have any friends here."

"Sure, if you really want to," I shrug, my glass of water being put on the coffee table.

Harry smiled and motioned for me to follow, "Okay sweet. Follow me."

I pushed myself off the sofa and followed the smiley man into a room. A odd thought occurred out of no where that he was leading me into a murder room and was going to kill me.

I knew that wasnt the case so i threw away that thought.

The door to the room he led me into was already opened and it had instruments galore. An electric piano, several guitars, a drum kit, and so many other things i couldn't name. It was more set up then his living room. There was one box that was unpacked and it looked like a box off books or posters. Everything else was neatly set up throughout the room. There was even a little recording space in the closet.

"Woah," I gasped.

Harry made his was to an acoustic guitar that was painted with a dark starry design. He placed his fingers along the strings in a certain place, then strummed, causing a beautiful sound to erupt.

A soft smile grew onto my face. He was looking down at the guitar; a little piece of his hair fell down infront of his eyes. His fingers went up and down on the strings.

I softly plopped down infront of him, looking up and taking in his features. He was a beautiful man I'm not going to lie. The British accent makes him ten times hotter too.

Words escaped Harrys mouth and formed a song. I was to focused on the way his lips moved and how his nose scrunched at certain notes. He was breathtaking.

He was sweet as well. Yeah, he was an asshole to me at first but it was kind of my fault. I wanted to know more about Harry. I wanted to hang out with him and listen to him sing.

His voice was truly something else. I stopped focusing on his features and started listening. It was a soft song just like the one i heard throgh the walls. It sounded even better being in front of him rather than through a wall.

A couple minutes passed and he had ended the song. "It's still in the writing stage but i think it's coming along quite nice."

"I think it's beautiful. What's the name of it?" I asked. He bit his lip and sighed.

"Um, it's called Sweet Creature," he said. I nodded.

"That's such a cute name for a song," I told him. He smiled that toothy smile and thanked me.

Hours had passed and Harry and I mainly just talked about life and he introduced me to a few artists he'd think i like. I did like some of them.

I discovered he had a love for rom-coms, just like me. We made plans to watch The Notebook this weekend when i was off of work.

I was home now, grading the dreadful essays. As i was grading i found myself humming to Harry's song. Although I only payed attention towards the end of his song but it was still stuck in my head.

My phone buzzed next to me on my desk; a message from Harry.

Harry: what are you doing right now ?

I grabbed my phone and responded.

Me: grading those essays for my students

Harry: cool

Harry: well I'm sorry if interrupted your fun

Me: no not at all. these are very boring to grade i could use some fun

Harry: I'd love to help you out with that one darling but it's already midnight

My heart skipped a beat when i read 'darling'. I looked in the corner of my phone and it read 12:16 am. I decided i needed to get some sleep so i could teach tomorrow. 

Me: i didn't even realise jt was that late

Me: im gonna get some sleep harry, goodnight

Harry: good night :)

I slid the graded essays off to the side and stuck the ungraded essays into the manilla folder. Pushing myself put of the desk chair, i made my way into my closet and changed into a silk sleeping gown.

Soon enough i was laying in my bed, thinking about Harry. Something I didn't think I would be doing this soon.