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The next day was rather boring, I stalking..... I mean watching out my window for the brunette boy to come out of his house, but he didn't. I was becoming bored with my time just gawking at his front door, which was green. It was unique compare to every other house that had generic white front door.

"Zayn!" I hear my name being called from downstairs, I make my way out of the room, then down the stairs and head into the kitchen.

"Yes Dad?" I asked smelling the aroma of chocolate chip pancakes.

"I've made breakfast for you." My dad says with a bright smile and I smiled back.

I sat down at the kitchen table, as I watched my father stack six pancakes into a plate and drowning them with syrup, then added whip cream on the top.

"Enjoy." He says placing plate of pancakes in front of me and I was ready to dig in.

"Zayn, we need to have a talk."

"About?" I asked cutting the pancakes into squares pieces and popping them into my mouth.

"You stay in your room the entire day and never go outside. You should be acting out during your teenage years. Have parties while I'm at work, I won't mind."

"Your giving me permission to throw parties, yet it's the summer and...... I don't have any friends." I muttered not feeling hungry anymore.

"What about Liam?"

"Liam is a creep who likes spending too much time with me. I don't mind it, but he can be annoying." I huffed.

"I want you out of this house more often. Your to young to be staying in your room for the entire summer." My father lightly scowled.

"If you would just buy me a laptop than I would be happy."

"Then you would never come out your room. Back in my days we didn't have any gadgets like computers or phonesmarts?"

"It's smartphones Dad and fine, if it will make you happy, then I will go outside more."

"Good, now can you retrieve the mail for me?"

I nodded and walked out the front door jogging to the mailbox.

"Hey!" I hear a Irish voice in my direction. My breath became uneven, as I watch the brunette boy walking towards me.

Why is he wearing a tank top? Is he trying to make me faint!? I think, I see chest hair! Good lord!

"Hey, I'm your new neighbor and the mail man gave me the wrong mail, so do you by any chance got mine?" He asked and I just kept staring at his blue.

"Hello? Are you blind or something?" He says waving his hand in my face and I slightly jump.

"N-No and check if this m-mail is y-yours." I stutter handing it to him.

"Yes it is thank you." He said with a smile and I'm starting to blush like an idiot. I manage to take my mail from his hand and turn so quickly that I clumsy fell on the floor. How embarrassing.

"Are you alright?" His accent thick which made me want to faint on the spot, but I collected the mail on the floor and got up.

"I-I'm f-fine." I weakly smiled and rushed into my home breathing out a sigh of relief.

He's Irish and wears a lot of tank tops, I may need order a life alert soon because he's perfection and I'm drowning in feels.

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