My neighbor

Chapter 1 . New to the neighborhood

"Yes !" you shouted.

It had been weeks since you'd visited the beautiful house on McKenna's street and had literally fallen in love with it.

Unbelievable.

Of course, the first month wouldn't be easy. You needed a job to pay the rent, but you well, it was life, wasn't it ?

It probably started here.

Or maybe it started when you first moved into this little piece of paradise.

Unpacking boxes and carrying some, you were singing loudly, your arms full of precious belongings. It was a beautiful Sunday. The last sunbeams inundated your new living room and nothing could have troubled your day. Nothing, except a sudden knock on the door.

You abandoned the box you were holding and rushed to the entrance.

A visit ? Already ?

As you trotted towards the door, you imagined who would be standing behind it.

The nice lady from across the street ? Her Landlord ? A neighbor ?

A wide smile on your lips, you opened the door, ready to greet whoever it was, and there he stood.

In a casual t-shirt, with dark messy hair and a sharp jaw-bone that wouldn't allow a smile to cross that face. Two piercing eyes shot up, staring at you.

The second his gaze settled on yours, you felt as if a million knives were digging into your body.

Fine, the man was gorgeous.

He didn't seem pretty happy, though.

"Ah, well..." the stranger tutted, "You are new to the neighborhood, am I right, Miss..."

Keeping your warm smile, you cleared your throat,

"Y/L/N." you quickly finished his sentence, reaching out to shake his hand, "Y/N, Y/L/N. Yes, I'm new here.''

You chuckled softly, hoping your attitude would break the ice, but the man in front of you didn't show any sign of friendliness. Instead, his eyebrows shot up in disbelief,

''Hm, nice to meet you," he vaguely replied, shaking your hand with a reluctant gesture, "my house is just next to yours." he held your gaze for a moment and withdrew his hand as soon as possible. "Miss Y/L/N..." he muttered for himself, absent-mindedly looking at you.

Assuming he was tired, you leaned against the wall, crossing your arms in discomfort,

''Yeah, that's my name. And you are ?''

"Mr. Cavill." He quickly answered, "Listen, this wasn't a courtesy visit, Miss Y/L/N. I just came to tell you I was trying to work and I would highly appreciate it if you... lowered the volume, if you know what I mean.''

Her jaw dropped. Did he really just say that ? How rude.

''Wha-... How can you hear me from your house ?''

Mr. Cavill shrugged,

''I was in my garden, trying to work, as I said, and your window is wide open...''

A frown crossed your face,

''Maybe you could just... work inside ?" you said, letting out a nervous chuckle, but Henry froze.

He glared at you and his voice dropped an octave,

"Or maybe you could shut that pretty little mouth of yours for an hour or two ?''

You gasped, shocked by his words,

''What ?" you eyes widened in disbelief.

Even though you had promised yourself to be kind and generous towards your new neighbors, you never imagined it would be... so difficult.

After all, you weren't going to stop singing just because of the rude guy next door.

''Mr. Cavill, I hope your day is as pleasant as you are, but I really don't have time for this, if you'll excuse me...'' you finally retorted, causing Henry to tilt his head in misunderstanding.

"I beg your pardon ?''

''What I'm trying to say politely is... fuck off.'' you finished before slamming the door, heart hammering and your chest slowly but surely filling with anger.

Wow. That was intense.

Glancing at one of the boxes on the floor, a grin appeared at the corner of your lips. You unpacked your radio and placed it on the edge of the window.

Oh yes, you're going to hear me Mr. Ca...

Mr what, already ? Well, let's rename him...

Mr Chaos.

You carefully put a CD into the player and turned the volume to its maximum. It's raining men started playing and you were almost startled by the beginning of the music.

A few minutes later, Mr. Chaos was knocking and barking again at your door, only this time you laughed. Loud music and thick wood didn't stop him from yelling though, and so it was your turn to shout,

''Go away, Mr. C. !"

Outside, a muffled voice muttered something and you burst out laughing just imagining the scene.

Ridiculous.

All of a sudden, the constant knocking stopped and you smiled with satisfaction.

Until your song stopped playing. You frowned and glanced at the open window. Mr. Cavill was bent over it, his finger on the button.

Releasing a loud, exaggerated sigh, he was ready to walk away when you stood up,

"Oh, you." you grumbled and rushed to your precious radio, pressing play.

As soon as the music reached his ears, Mr. Cavill turned around to face you and narrowed his eyes,

"You don't want to play that game with me, Miss Y/L/N.''

''I'm not playing any game. I just moved in and you're being a complete asshole. You could have just asked, I mean politely. I would have stopped.''

It took him a moment to speak again, and you started to regret what was happening.

Did you really want to be at war with your next door neighbor ?

''I see." he cleared his throat, "Miss Y/L/N, would you be so kind to stop playing terrible music while some of us are trying to work here ?''

Son of a...

After all, he wasn't putting too many efforts in being kind either.

''Oh, so this is your idea of politeness, uh ? No.''

He was going to explode, you were sure of it. Deep inside, you felt kind of amused by the exaggeration in his attitude.

Mr. Cavill inhaled deeply,

''I did ask politely.''

You shrugged, ''No, you didn't.''

Clenching his fists, Mr. Cavill nodded slowly, shooting you a murderous look,

''Fine. Game on, Miss Y/L/N.''

And with that, he finally made his way home.

Wow.

So he was a bit temperamental and grumpy to say the least, but still great to look at.

Victory didn't feel that satisfying. You'd won a battle, but not the war and you had definitely no idea what Mr. Cavill was up to since you were now on the other end of his wrath...