The House Next Door [One Direction]

COMPLETED: One Direction: Harry Styles/OC - Victoria lives next door to her best-friend Jeremy. Jeremy lives with his friends Dan and Gemma. Gemma's brother comes to visit with his friends. Having nine people crowded into two houses was never going to be easy, but it was always preferable to the alternative.


13. To The Stars And Back, A Million, Billion, Trillion Times

It wasn’t until late afternoon that Victoria woke up and found herself tangled in the covers of Harry’s bed.

Looking over to the other side of the bed where Harry was lying, she found herself falling in love with him all over again when she saw him sleeping peacefully.

Brushing a rogue curl out of his face, Victoria turned over and tired to get a few more hours of sleep in, but instead, she was almost shocked out of her skin when she felt a pair of hands wrap around her waist and pull her across the bed.

“Good afternoon,” she giggled when she felt his soft lips flutter across her bare back.

Harry responded by gently turning her body over so that she was facing him. 

“I love you,” he said, gently placing a kiss on her forehead.

“I love you too,” replied Victoria, grinning from ear to ear. It felt like no matter how many times she said it to Harry, it would never be enough.

She felt his head rest up against her shoulder as he let out an almost inaudible sigh of contentment.

“What time is it?” he mumbled, letting one arm rest across Victoria.

“It is...” she said as she twisted her upper body just enough to see the glowing red numbers of the alarm clock on the bedside table, “...four-thirty in the afternoon.”
Immediately Harry bolted out of the bed and scrambled about the room looking for his trousers.

“What’s wrong?” asked Victoria, her eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

“I’m supposed to be at the sound-check right now. Have you seen my phone anywhere?” he asked as he buttoned up a now-crumpled shirt over his toned chest.

Rolling across the sheets to reach the other side of the bed Victoria handed Harry the phone. Remembering that it had been turned off for the past few hours, Harry switched it back on and watched with wide eyes as many messages and missed calls popped up on the screen.

“Paul is definitely going to murder me,” he said before hastily placing a kiss onto Victoria’s awaiting cheek, and hopped towards the door as he tried to pull his shoe onto the other foot.


Running along the almost empty corridors, Harry ignored the looks of confusion that were dotting the faces of the workers of the arena in which they were to play later that evening. He could hear the faint chorus of ‘Up All Night’ in progress, and the empty space where his own voice should be singing about Katy Perry.

Almost skidding to a halt at the edge of the stage, he took a quick moment to catch his breath before bolting onto the stage in a hopeless attempt at blending in.
There was perhaps a two-second gap before he was wincing at the sound of Paul’s angry voice.


The backing music was instantly stopped, and Harry felt the eyes of everyone in the arena upon him.

“Oh, leave him alone Paul, you know that he’s been a bit...busy, this afternoon,” said Zayn from the other side of the stage as he wiggled his eyebrows at Harry.

Harry silently thanked his lucky stars that there was no meet-and-greets taking place that afternoon, and no fans watching from the audience right now. It would only be the staff that would know exactly what he had been up to that afternoon, not the fans.

Paul glared at Harry for a few moments, before throwing his hands up in mock frustration.

“I just don’t know what to do with you lads sometimes...but, don’t think you’re off the hook,” he said pointing a finger at Harry. “I’ll be talking to you later on. We’re behind on our schedule. Keep rehearsing!”

Harry breathed out a sigh of relief and attempted to focus his thoughts on what he was supposed to be concentrating on, however, he found that he had great difficulty in achieving this because his thoughts kept drifting back to the girl upstairs.

He and Victoria had never been closer, but at the same time, they had never been so distant. Being with her this afternoon had only served to remind him of how very much he needed Victoria to be with him, but touring made this almost impossible.

He treasured the moments they were together, replaying them over and over in his head when they were forced to be apart. Even as he was singing, he almost physically shuddered as he remembered that Victoria would only be able to stay for a couple more days. She had been repeatedly been telling him that all this time off was okay with her boss, but Harry knew that she was already skating on thin ice with him. Harry was worried that she might lose her job over him, and that was something that he desperately did not want.

Financially, Harry would be more than happy to provide for her, and lavish her with gifts, but he suspected that Victoria’s inbred sense of independence would override any good intentions.

Despite her tremendous ability to be able to cope in tough situations, Harry could not help but secretly ask Gemma and the others to keep a bit of an eye on her while he was here in America. He could not help but feel that something bad was going to happen while he was in America and not there to protect Victoria. It was only a small feeling, and he knew that it was a bit irrational, but it was the kind of thing that was difficult to ignore, no matter how many times he told himself he was being ridiculous.

Shaking his head, Harry focused his thoughts on the song and what the other lads were doing, as he attempted one last time to stop himself from worrying about his very capable girlfriend.


Victoria tried to suppress her yawn behind her hand, not wanting Harry to see how tired she had become over the course of the movie they were watching. Her attempts were not very successful because Harry only had to give her one quick look before declaring that he was taking her to bed.

“No, I’m alright...I- Harry! What are you doing? Put me DOWN!”

Knowing that she was not going to win, she stopped struggling and wrapped her arms around Harry’s neck as he took her over to the bedroom. He gently laid her down in the centre of the bed, planting a soft kiss onto her forehead before settling down next to her.

Harry could feel her arms wrap around him, pulling them closer together. Each of them wanting nothing more than to be as close as possible to the other person; especially because Victoria would be leaving to go back to England in the morning, and it would be another three weeks before they would be able to see each other again.

Resting her forehead onto Harry’s, Victoria forced her eyelids open despite her tiredness, trying to memorise every part of Harry’s body. Her own blue eyes focused onto Harry’s green ones, and she felt an enormous sense of peace pervade her being, and she knew that whatever happened, she would be safe when Harry was near.

Being alone together in the hotel room, they didn’t have any particular need to stay quiet, but Harry couldn’t help but whisper when he spoke to Victoria.

“I wish today would never end,” he breathed, voice threatening to crack with emotion.

“I don’t want it to end either,” replied Victoria as she struggled to hold back her own tears. She closed her eyes as she felt Harry’s thumb brush over the skin on her cheek, gently pulling the tears away.

“I love you so much, Victoria, and from the moment you board that plane tomorrow, I’ll be counting down the seconds until I’m able to see you again.”

He leaned in closer towards Victoria, brushing his lips against her cheek in a kiss.

“I love you more,” she whispered into his ear before he pulled away. “I love you to the stars and back a million, billion, trillion times.”

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