Peeping Tom

Louis peeped. He wasn't a stalker or a creeper. He just liked to- people watch. He especially liked to watch his next door neighbour, Harry Styles.

After work- everyday, he would sit on his window seat and hide behind his curtains; watching Harry in his room. He would sit on his couch and watch through the blinds and in the kitchen, hide behind the flower arrangements.

It used to be something he would do to pass time but ever since he laid eyes on Harry -and his beautiful green eyes. His long, skinny lean figure and his brown bouncy lock of curls sitting on the top of his head. His pointed jaw line and his many tattoos that made his already quite large biceps bigger- it became an obsession. An addiction.