The Boy Next Door l.t. (ON-HOLD)

The Day He Moved In...

Ally

"LOUIS TURN THAT SHIT DOWN!" I yelled through my open window. Why did he always have to have his crap music on as loud as possible? Why couldn't he just be peaceful and kindhearted, was that too much to ask?

He appeared in front of his window that was only a few meters away from mine. "You don't like it, Allycat?" Louis pouted, bottom lip poked out, blue eyes big.

"No I don't." I said sternly. "And don't call me that."

"Aw you don't like my nick name either. I'm starting to think you don't like me at all." He still had that stupid pout on his face, though his voice was amused.

"Starting?" I questioned. I've pretty sure I've shown my dislike for this asshole long before now. Maybe he just wasn't seeing it.

"Yeah I've only been here for a week and the only thing you do is yell at me." He was still pouting. I rolled my eyes.

"Cause your annoying." I said bluntly.

"Well that's not very nice. Besides I'm meeting your family today, maybe you should be nicer so I won't have to tell them about all the naughty things we do together, Allycat.

"What? Louis what are you talking about? We don't do any naughty things together."

A thoughtful expression appeared on his face. "Oh, I must have been dreaming." He said aloud and then blushed.

"You dream about me, Boobear?" I said, a smirk appeared on my face, just seeing Louis frown made my whole day better. "That's so cute."

"Don't call me that."

"Why not, Boobear?" I said still smirking.

"I will turn my music up." He threatened.

"And I'll tell your parents that you have wet dreams about me." I smiled and closed the window. I turned around to see Louis has his mouth open, gawking at me as I walk away.

So he likes me, huh?

*Last Week*

Louis

"Louis! Let's go!" My mom yelled. I walked down the stairs of our old house. We were moving, I don't know where and I don't care. I don't what to move. I have so much going for me here in Doncaster. All my friends, my girl friend, my hopes, and dreams, but they were all being taken away from me with just one decision.

"Zayn's going to take me, OK?" I asked. My mom had this sadden look in her eyes. She knew how much I didn't want to move and I knew how much this house hurt her. Mom and Dad had recently got a divorce and Dad moved out, but his presence still lingered and Mom couldn't handle it so we moved out. Meaning me, my mom, and one of my little sisters. My other sisters were going to live with my dad because they still had a lot of school left.

"Are you sure? There is a cute girl that lives next door to our new house." She said trying to convince me to come with her. I just shook my head.

"No thanks and besides." I pointed outside. "Zayn's already here."

She sighed. "See you later then."

I walked over to Zayn's car and hopped in. "Hey."

"I can't believe your really moving." He said looking at the movers trucks and my mom lock the door to the house one last time.

"Me either." I sighed. "So what are we doing."

"We are going to El's house on last time before you move." Zayn said as we drove off.