Harry:
You had to side shuffle into the flat with the bags of take out in your hands to fit through the door, while Harry rested the case of beer on his shoulder and came in behind you, closing the door with his heel. You two stood in the center of your one room open floored flat eyeing a place to sit and chow down on your Chinese food. “And you’re sure you don’t wanna go to my place?” He pushed his sunglasses up past the brim of his nose and onto the top of his head, looking over at you. You shook your head emphatically, slipping off your sandals and kicking them out of the way. “No, no. This’ll be nice and we’re already here, the food will be cold by the time we get to your house.” You sat the bags in the middle of the floor on a pink striped circular rug and gestured for Harry to sit. As he lowered himself onto the hardwood floor you noticed him wince slightly and grab at his lower back. “Oh, I forgot about your back, babe! Why don’t we sit in the chairs?” You turned to the two floral print single chairs at each end of your window. “I’m fine, really. Besides, then we’ll be so far away from each other.” He smirked up at you and patted the ground next to him for you to come and sit down. Before you did though, you went to your bed in the far corner of the room and tossed him the pillows that littered the bed. He propped one behind his back and another underneath his legs to keep them elevated, positioning the rest for you to get comfy on. You sat down next to him, leaning in close to his side and unloading the contents on the brown paper bag while he uncapped two brown beer bottles. During dinner you were able to convince Harry to stay the night at your place although he made a show of fighting for sink space when you both brushed your teeth, playfully raced you to the tiny toilet that was located in a room that really could be considered a closet, and sprawled out on top of you the whole night in your tiny bed. The next morning, he jokingly took one giant step to the tiny kitchenette next to your door and went to start the kettle, only having to bang on the stove a few times to get it to light before grumbling that you were “definitely staying at my house tonight.”
Niall:
“Get in you bloody key…” he mumbled clearly frustrated, trying to fit the mail key into the small silver opening. All Niall wanted to do was get his mail; it had been a long day of song writing and meetings and his couch was calling his name. The key was barely fitting into the slot and unsuccessfully, Niall kept trying to turn it, push it, pull it, anything to retrieve his mail. He cursed Harry in his head; Niall had been perfectly content in his home in London, but Harry insisted Niall find a place in LA so he could branch out in the industry. He was hesitant at first, insisting that he was a simple man and one place was enough, but after growing tired of crashing at friends’ places and a few too many pints, Niall had agreed to find his own place. Niall had been so caught up in his own thoughts and annoyance at the metal box that he hadn’t heard or seen someone come into the hallway. “Um, excuse me…what are you doing?” A small voice questioned from behind him. He barely gave a glance back before replying, “Trying to get my mail.” The voice gave a light laugh, “Too bad that’s my mailbox.” Niall finally turned around to be greeted by you in floral print dress and heels in your hand. He felt his face flush with a mix of embarrassment and nervousness. Running his fingers through his hair he turned to the box to notice the number was labeled 656 and not his apartment, 655. Immediately he began to shoot off apologies to the woman in front of him, who the more he looked at, the more he wondered how he hadn’t noticed her the two weeks he had been here. “It’s okay, just one of those days today.” Both of you blowing the air from their mouths with a nod of the head, before Niall properly introduced himself. “So, you just moved in?” You asked, opening your mailbox and pulling out the contents. “Yeah, few weeks ago, which is why I was trying to open your mailbox and not my own.” You laughed again, “Well, it’s all junk and bills, so you can have it if you really want.” “How about I buy you dinner first?” It took you a moment to register what the barely bleached blonde with his hands in his pocket had just asked. “Oh.” You stated, clutching the mail a little closer to your chest, “Yeah, yeah, I would like that.” You saw the color come back to Niall’s face as you replied, afraid he had just been to forward with his new neighbor. Smiling at you, Niall figured he better call and thank Harry rather than curse him out.
