The one where goodie-two shoes Harry gets a new neighbor
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"We have new neighbors! They just moved in from a small town in the middle of nowhere. It's a boy and his mom, so sad. Why don't you make some cookies to send over," Harry's mum says. Harry sighs loudly but knows it's the Christian thing to do. "I hear the boy is around your age," Mrs. Twist suggests.
Harry swore off guys years ago, but his parents still try to set him up with people every time they hear a guy is around his age. Guys are too immature for him, maybe when he's older he'll try again with guys, but for now he's not into it.
"Oh, they're here! Oh... uh... maybe you don't need to make them cookies," His mom says. Harry hurries to the window, hoping to see the new boy in the neighborhood. He may not start a relationship with the boy, but he'd surely befriend him.
Then, he sees him. He'll admit, his heart stops for a moment. He's smaller frame and definitely shorter than Harry imagined. His hair is bleached black and stands up in spikes. Two metal loops frame his bottom lip and his eyes are piercing blue. Tattoos litter his arms and he watches as he lights a cigarette.
"Oh... yeah, maybe not," Harry sighs. He sounds more disappointed than he really feels. Secretly, he wants to get to know the boy more. There must be something under the boy's hard interior, right? He can't all be hardcore, bad-boy. He has to have a good heart.
"Well, better get ready for school," She sighs. Harry nods and heads off to his school bag. He straightens his long slacks and makes sure that his botton-down shirt is tucked in right. His school is serious about the dress code policies.
As he walks out, he eyes the boy. He tights his grip on his school bag, hoping—and not hoping—that the boy approaches him.
He doesn't.
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It takes three more days for Harry to work up the nerve to go over to the new boy's house. He'll admit, he's nervous. God would've wanted him to at least introduce himself to him. Maybe he'll start at his school and he'll be his first friend. Maybe he can warm his heart.
He brings his hand up to knock but stops as the door swings open. He stands there, wearing only a small white tank top and a pair of loose fit boxers. Harry stutters as the boy looks him over, biting his lip.
"Can I help you," He asks. His voice is deep and he pulls his hand through his hair. Harry watches as he bites down on one of his black metal loops.
"I just... wanted to say... hi! I'm Harry... it's nice to meet you," He stammers. He reaches a hand out to shake his, but he just looks at it. Awkwardly, he takes his hand back and smooths it against his pants.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Louis," He says. "Do you mind? I'm... uh... getting my mail." He pushes past him and to the mailbox. Louis gives him a small smile as he heads back in his house and slams the door in Harry's face.
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Harry would be lying if he said he wasn't at least intrigued by the boy. He has so many questions about him, but he's too shy to ask him. He's still trying to recover from seeing him nearly naked. Harry can't believe people go out like that.
"Harry! There's someone at the uh... door for you," Mr. Twist calls. Harry straightens and runs downstairs, hoping to find one of his friends. He stands in shock as he sees the boy from earlier.
He's wearing clothes now, so that's a relief. His hair is styled up and his loops are red now. He wears a pair of black skinny jeans and a black band shirt, with the sleeves rolled up. Black boots cover his feet. The black ink contrasts nicely with his pale skin. He looks nice.
"Oh... Louis, it's uh... nice to see you? What are you... doing here," Harry asks. He takes a tentative step towards the door and tucks a strand of hair behind his ear. Louis fiddles with his lip ring and then smiles.
"Wanted to thank you for coming by earlier. Want to hang out? I found a really cool spot we could go to," He says. Harry looks between his father and the boy before him. His father shrugs and gestures for Harry to go. Harry smiles and follows the boy out of the house.
They walk in silence for a moment and then Louis speaks up. "I know... I may seem a little... intimidating, but I really like you. You're super cool. Not many people can rock those Jesus pants," He jokes. Harry doesn't know whether to blush or get upset, he decides on the first option. He guesses it's his way of complimenting him.
"Thanks, I'll admit I've never seen a guy in boxers before," Harry sighs. Louis laughs loudly. His laugh is nothing like anything Harry's ever heard before. He could listen to it on loop and never get old.
"Whelp, there's always a first for everything," Louis mutters. He grabs his hand and forces him to turn towards Louis. Harry feels small under his intense gaze, but his smile breaks the tension.
"Where's the spot," Harry asks. Louis smiles and steps closer towards him, letting his fingers drift across Harry's cheeks.
"The park doesn't exist. I just wanted a reason to see to you again," He admits. Harry feels himself blush. Louis' hand runs to his hair and then to his shoulder. "Would you mind if I kissed you," Louis questions. He feels his heart tighten and he doesn't know what to do. God wouldn't want him kissing the boy, but everything else in him wants to kiss Louis.
"Okay," He whispers. Louis smiles and leans in closely, cupping one of his cheeks with his hand. Their lips connect and it's a feeling that Harry's never felt before. The two hoops press into his lips, cold and he'd be lying if he said it wasn't attractive.
They pull apart and Louis turns and starts back towards his house. "Until next time, Jesus boy."
