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~anathema~

a·nath·e·ma

/əˈnaTHəmə/

noun

something or someone that one vehemently dislikes.

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Harry held his breath as the nurse shot the needle in his forearm. "It'll be over before you know it," he told himself while sitting quietly in the doctors office. He fiddled with his thumbs while the nurse finished up. Harry bit his bottom lip before mumbling a thank you to the nurse once she was done.

"Now, Harry I suggest you go home just in case you get any minor aches or headaches or anything." The nurse told him and he smiled back agreeing.

Today Harry was planning on staying in anyway, and probably watching a movie or two with his best friend, Niall later back at his place. Harry was so composed and he always thought things through before saying anything. Niall on the other hand, was the complete opposite. He did and said whatever came to his mind first and was probably the rowdiest person Harry's ever met.

Harry's bright emerald eyes scanned the road carefully as he entered his apartment's parking lot. But that's when a black Camaro cut him off and pulled right into the spot he was about to park in. Harry's body jolted forward as he braked abruptly to avoid the accident; he cursed under his breath. "Goddammit it's him again." Harry said to himself as the driver in the Camaro got outside his car with his pitch black Ray bans.

Louis looked almost like a shadow with his black shirt, skin tight black jeans and matching vans. He smiled scornfully as he slammed his car door shut and shouting out at Harry, "Oh were you gonna park there? Oops." He held up his hands innocently.

"Hi, Louis. I suppose you're doing well?" Harry said sarcastically. He lowered his sunglasses to get a better view of the short man. Louis shifted his weight to his left leg.

"Oh I'm doing great, thanks for asking." Louis smirked as he tipped his coffee cup towards Harry. Harry rolled his eyes.

"Cheers, lad!" Louis said arrogantly as he walked into the building.

Out of all the people Harry had to run into, why did it have to be Louis Tomlinson?

Harry was always a gentleman mostly because he was raised to be polite and courteous by his mother and his older sister. But Louis was the only exception. They've had issues ever since Louis moved in two months ago.

Harry's previous neighbor had always Mrs. Wright, who was a whittled old lady with silver hair and two lovely cats. He'd always been polite to her and helped her with her groceries, since they lived on the 7th floor. But ever since she passed, her apartment's been empty and all different kinds of people have gone in and out of that flat looking to purchase it. Then the day came when Harry saw moving trucks outside the building and crowding up the sidewalk with boxes. He was overjoyed to meet his new neighbor until, that is, he actually met him.

Louis came staggering into and out of his apartment with his hands full, yelling curse words whenever he dropped something and making an awful lot of noise. Harry decided to offer a hand but Louis declined.

"Erm, I'm Harry by the way! I'm just across the hall!" He yelled over the loud sounds in the flat when he walked in. As soon as Louis set down some boxes he rubbed his hands together and shook Harry's.

"Louis Tomlinson. Pleasure to meet you." Harry nodded at him and shoved his hands in his pockets.

"So here's the deal, I'm hoping we could be best mates, yeah? So if you ever have a problem just come to me first. I tend to be a bit, err, noisy, you could say." Louis chuckled lightly, his eyes forming small crinkles on the side.

"Oh I understand. Just try not to make too much noise, there are a bunch of seniors in this building and you do not want to upset them." Louis smiled again at Harry's comment. Harry took notice at how radiant Louis looked in the light, but quickly shook off his thoughts and returning a smile to Louis.

"I'm gonna start unpacking. See you around, Harry." Louis said as Harry shut the door behind him.

That night was quite loud. From his own bed, Harry could hear the loud house music and people shouting in ecstasy with the music, which was so loud that it vibrated the walls. But he was too tired to get up and talk to Louis, so he let it be.

From then on, the parties happened almost every weekend and Harry made sure to stay out of the house when it happened. But now even on weekdays the room across the hall emmitted loud music and random people shouting and Harry couldn't take it. And every now and then Harry would come home and find his door completely destroyed with spray paint and god knows what else. And thats where he drew the line.

The familiar loud music echoed through the halls and Harry was now fed up with Louis. He called the landlord and furiously ranted into the phone about the noise and the pranks and in a matter of seconds, the landlord was at Louis' door greeting him with a not so welcoming face. Its safe to say that Louis was raving. He was fuming with anger as he was forced to kick out his guests and shut down the music.

Later that day Harry bumped into Louis in the hallway. His head was down and his mouth was curved into a frown and when he saw Harry, his expression only hardened.

"I know you did it, Harry. You just couldn't keep your mouth shut and now I'm pretty much on parole. It's a damn good thing he left me with a warning since I'm new. Watch your back, Styles," he spat his words at Harry pointing an accusing finger at his face. Louis' eyes were filled with fire and his hands were now balled up into fists at his sides. He took a deep sigh and smiled smugly to himself.

"You'll regret it, Styles."

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