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.

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5. What Does It Look Like I'm Doing?

Hand raised, about to knock, Victoria let out a stifled gasp when she felt the wood give way from beneath her knuckles as the door opened.

“Woah! Hey, Toto. What are you doing here?”

Victoria stared at Jem with a confused expression. Surely Harry had told them that she was coming over?

A chorus of ‘Hey, Toto’ came from Niall, Zayn, Louis and Liam, all of whom appeared to be getting ready to leave the house.

“Harry invited me over. He said that you were all hanging out here tonight....apparently not.”

Niall let out his signature laugh as he slipped his remaining shoe onto his bare foot.

“So that’s why he didn’t want to go out tonight.”

Victoria looked at him, eyebrows puckered, more confused than ever.

“What do you-“

But she was cut off by Zayn yelling down the hallway.
“Haz, your girlfriend is here.”

“Shut your face, Harry and I are not going out together!”

Victoria did not know whether she was fortunate or unfortunate when there was a lack of response from the aforementioned Harry.

“Whatever you say, love, but he hasn’t shut up about you. Gemma and Dam have already left for their date night, and we’re leaving for ours now. Let’s get going lads,” Louis replied with a wink.

Victoria stood to one side, allowing the boys access to get past, but her mouth was open a little and her eyes were slightly bulging. Jem was the last to walk past. She pulled at his arm, separating him from the others who were already out on the street.

“Has Harry really been talking about me? Or is Louis pulling my leg?”

“He’s really been talking about you, babe,” replied Jem with the first serious expression Victoria had ever seen on his face.

“Go on, go inside. Have fun tonight,” he added with a wink of his own. There seemed to be an awful lot of winking going on in her direction. Far too much, in her opinion.

Looking and feeling absolutely mortified at what had just transpired between herself and the lads, Victoria let herself inside and shut the door as quietly as possible.

“Harry?” she called tentatively. “Harry, it’s Victoria.”

Her shoes echoed across the wooden floor and she walked through, trying to find where Harry was.

It did not take her long to spot him, lying sprawled out on the couch, mouth slightly agape in his sleep.

“Oh,” let out Victoria as more of a breath as opposed to a fully formed word.

This was why she hadn’t heard a response from him when Zayn had shouted at him. Thank goodness, she thought as she took her shoes off, and slipped them under one of the couches where she wouldn’t trip over them.

Feeling rather awkward, she took herself off the kitchen to get a drink.

A scene of absolute devastation met her eyes. Pots, pans and plates were piled onto every work surface. These were cemented together with leftover food in various stages of purification.

It was no wonder why Gemma had not spent a lot of time at home lately- being surrounded by these guys couldn’t have been an easy feat, especially when they left the place like this.

Feeling as though she had nothing better to do with herself, Victoria took of any jewellery that might get in the way, and set to work cleaning away the chaos. She decided that a clean kitchen could be some kind of a thank you for Harry’s kindness to her earlier that afternoon.

She all but needed a chisel to chip away at some of the black whatever-it-was on the bottom of some of the pots, and she positively gagged at the sight of the colour of the water in the sink when she let it drain for the third time. Rinsing away the sediment that had been left on the bottom of the sink, she was reaching for some more dishwashing liquid when a voice coming from behind stopped her.


“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like? I’m washing your filthy dishes.”

A deep, throaty chuckle escaped his lips.

“You don’t have to do that. By the way, how long have you been here while I’ve been asleep?”

“Not too long.”

She turned to face him, gloved hands aloft.

“You can help if you like.”

Pulling open a lower drawer with her foot, Victoria unveiled a pile of clean towels.

“Start wiping,” she commanded.

To her immense surprise, Harry obeyed by grabbing a clean cloth with one hand, and a still wet bowl in the other.

They were silent for a few minutes, the only sounds being the plates gently clinking together in the sink as Victoria washed them, and the slight jingle of them being stacked when Harry had finished wiping them. 

Finally, Victoria broke the stillness.

“You told me that the others were going to be here tonight,” she grinned, looking sideways at Harry just in time to catch him biting his lower lip in nervousness.

“I thought they were going to be, but I didn’t really want to cancel our plans, even if I was asleep for half of them... I hope you’re not too disappointed.”

“Nope, that’s fine by me.”

She smiled widely assuring him that it really was not a problem for her.

“But,” she continued, casting her eyes around the room , “what are we going to do about the dinner situation? 

We’ve just about got this kitchen clean. I’m not in the mood for messing it up again.”

Victoria caught herself staring at Harry’s face as he thought. She shook her head like a dog trying to rid its ears of water, as though this action alone would be enough to distract her.

“Well, we could get some pizza from up the road, if you’re up for it?” he suggested as he finished drying the last plate.

“Pizza is fine with me,” acquiesced Victoria, “I’ll have whatever you’re happy with.”

“Did you fancy a walk, or should I just give them a call and have it delivered?”

“I wouldn’t mind a walk... but I didn’t bring a coat with me, and it’s a bit cold outside.”

“You can borrow one of my jumpers, if you like?” replied Harry, not quite looking at Victoria as he packed away the last stack of dry dishes.

“I...err...yeah, I suppose that’s alright.”

“Alright, I’ll be back in a second.”

Victoria wiped down the sink one final time before stripping off the rubber gloves she had used to wash the dishes, and going back to the lounge room to put her shoes back on. Remembering that her hair had been damp when she arrived, she pulled it loose and felt the strands, now completely dry, fall into soft waves around her shoulders.

She looked up to see Harry coming down the stairs, a set of keys in one hand and a purple hoodie in the other. Victoria took this in her hands when he got close enough to offer it to her, allowing him to put his shoes on.
“Your hair looks really nice like that,” he commented when he straightened himself back up. “You should wear it like that more often.”

“Oh,” said Victoria, a little dumbstruck at the fact that Harry had felt the need to compliment her on her hair. 

“Thank you... just give me a sec to pull this on and we can get going.”

She pulled the hoodie over her head and felt her hair tangle all over the place in her doing so. 

‘So much for having nice hair,’ she thought as she combed her fingers through it, walking towards the front door.

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One whole BBQ chicken pizza, and half a cheese pizza later, Harry and Victoria were comfortably sprawled on the floor of Gemma’s lounge room watching an episode of The Inbetweeners.

“I’m completely stuffed,” sighed Victoria before laughing at sight of Simon vomiting on Carli’s brother, on the television.

“Oww, that hurt,” she giggled clutching at her very full stomach. “What are we going to do with the rest of this pizza.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. Niall will get to it later,” replied Harry with a grin that suggested he was equally satisfied.

“But didn’t you say they had gone out to eat? No one will want to eat when they’ve come back.”

Harry laughed at Victoria’s logic.

“It’s almost like you’ve never met Niall before. I can bet any amount of money that the first thing he will do when he and the others get back, is look in the fridge.”


Victoria conceded his point, and chuckled.

“Speaking of people going out to dinner,” Harry continued in a voice that sounded perhaps a little more nervous than what he would have liked. “Would you like to go out to dinner with me tomorrow night?”

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