My Next Door Neighbor (Harry Styles one shot series)

The Beginning

So, this is just something that I started and it really made an impact on people....

I have an imagine book of all the boys, in case you wanted to read those...

I made up the quote you read right now!

ENJOY! ;)

"Love is patient, love is blind, love is hopeless, love is dangerous and love is helpless....but most of all, love is uncontrollable, no one can help who they choose to Love..." ~ Jasmine x

"Ingrid! hurry down here!" I groaned after dropping my paint brush. I was dressed in some ripped up shorts and a white flowly on this hot summer day here. there was a new guy moving in. I caught a few glimpses of him, but that was only because his window was next to mine.

"I'm coming!" I groaned, mom wanted to introduce us to our new neighbor. my steps were quick in running down stairs. god I need to get in better shape.

"hurry!" my eyes widened when my mom pulled me out the door, being a people person wasn't my thing, I didn't have much friends either, aside from Emily. I looked to the floor in shyness. I really didn't wanna meet this new guy.

"hello!"

"Oh, hi?" my head snapped up with the sound of a deep British accent, that's new.

"hi.."

"it's Harry, Harry Styles"

he was beautiful, he had these deep green eyes and I just wanted to look deeper into them and see what other hidden colors there were, they looked so bright, but so deep, like a blue, brown, green mixture. his body was another thing, he was so tall and his arms were incredible, full of tattoos and he looked like he'd probably be the bad boy in high school. his hair was brown, thick and curly, messy and held back by an American flag decorated headband. a white tank top on his torso, covering his shoulders, it was deeply cut around his under arms. his jeans were black and ripped up, his hands were rough looking and full of black grease. I had noticed a motorcycle in his driveway, near his u-haul.

"Ingrid" I heard the faint voice of my mother while I continued to stare at the beautiful British man in front of me.

"Ingrid!?" I jumped in surprise, looking at my mother.

"say, hello to Mr. Styles" she nodded. I nodded warily, still a bit dazed by how beautiful this man was.

"please, call me Harry. I'm only twenty-five" that was when it hit me, he was twenty-five. I was seventeen, not only would people talk about our relationship, but mom would never approve.

"m-my names Ingrid" I stuttered. he took my hand in his warm, dirty one and shook my hand.

"Ingrid, why don't you help Harry?"

"wha-uhh, mom. I-I-"

"she'll do it!" mom stated.

"I've got to be somewhere, nice meeting you Harry" I whimpered softly, watching my mom walk away to her car in a rush, just now noticing that she was dressed to go in the office.

"you don't have to help me" I was quite when i turned back to Harry, shaking him off and grabbing the first thing I saw, which happened to be his box of dishes. I made a strange noise between a gasp and a shriek. his reflex was quick when he gripped the case and walked me to his kitchen, the place was empty, the floors wooden, like the ones in mom's house.

"Oh!" I gasped, bumping into him when he stopped.

"you can put the plates in this cupboard" he smiled down at me. he had such an amazing smile. I nodded warily, trying to get myself together while I put the dishes away. I struggled and hand to step on my toes a few times. I could feel the heat of the un air conditioned home start to get to me, my skin had gotten clammy and my thighs had started sticking together when I walked around the kitchen, setting it up like my own. I hoped that Harry didn't mind. he continued to bring me other kitchen boxes and kitchen utensils.

"Mr. Styles!?" I called, standing up from my sitting position. when I turned around I started to walk through the kitchen door way. I was met by a clammy chest, my hands pushing out to press against the toned torso of the male. I gaped at him eyes wide as I saw a shirtless Harry, it was something I'd never forget. he had other tattoos, all over his torso to be exact, in his middle he had a butterfly that I grew fond of.

"I'm sorry Ingrid, I was just putting my shirt back on" he mumbled, as he hurriedly tugged on his shirt. I looked up to him in awe.

"I-I hope you don't mind, I um, I set up the kitchen how I felt it would go" he smiled softly.

"thank you, I don't mind at all" I nodded, blushing as I continued to walk out of his home.

"Hey, Ingrid!"

I turned on my toes to look back at him.

"my names Harry, not Mr. Styles"

~JazzibooXx