Someone new moves in next door. And Harry is so lost. Harry just wanted a quiet life. No distraction. No problems. But then Louis moves in - tattooed, cheeky, outrageously hot... and suddenly stands half-naked at his door. It was never just a harmless neighbourhood and it quickly becomes even more: secret glances, hot nights, feelings that Harry had never planned. Between garden fence and bedroom it gets hot. But is this more than just lust?

"It's always the secretly gay, closeted men who have the deepest resentment towards the openly gay ones." "You don't know what the fuck you're talking about. I'm not fucking gay." - Or the one where Louis swore he wasn't gay - until Harry moved in with his stupid painted nails and that annoying confidence that made everything Louis thought he knew feel like a lie. - ALSO ON AO3: HSLUTS Trigger warnings: - Internalised homophobia - Physical violence - Childhood trauma