The Next Door Neighbour

Katie has just moved from America to England. She is kinda scared about living on her own. Luckily, her next door neighbour and his friends make her feel very welcome... Cover by: HSxox_


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2 weeks later:

Today was the day Zayn came out of hospital, we were all really excited. We had visited him most days and there was always someone there with him. I woke up at 8 this morning and nudged Harry awake. It was a lot easier sleeping in a double bed with him. He liked taking up the while bed and when we had to share a single bed on tour I was shoved against the wall!
"5 more minted Mum," Harry said.
"Come on, bud," I said, swinging my legs out of the bed and standing up. Harry turned over so he faced me.
"You did not just call me bud," he said.
"Oh yes I do!" I said, pantomime style. He laughed and got out of bed we got dressed and had a quick breakfast.
"So what time we gonna go see Zayn, Katie Kat?" He asked.
"You did not just call me Katie Kat!" I said, coping him from earlier.
"Oh yes I did, and what you gonna do about it..?" He said, cheekily.
"We'll there is that idea of not kissing you for a while or breaking up with you or moving out, should I continue?" I smirked.
"Nah, I'm good," he replied.
"Anyway come on, Lou said to meet us at the hospital ten minutes ago!" I said, grabbing my bag. I ran down the stairs and into the street where Harry was already sitting in his car.
"How did you get here so fast?" I asked. "BUD," I added.
"We'll Katie Kat, there is this amazing thing called a life, where you don't have to run down stairs," he said, he smiled. He thought he out smarted me, he better think again. I hoped in the car and one thing by one direction came on the radio. Harry started singing along and I changed the radio channel.
"Why did you change it?" He complained.
"I didn't really like that song...or the band and there is this curly haired freak in the band who I can't stand," I said keeping the straightness face I could before bursting out laughing. We arrived at the hospital and walked to room 37. Zayn was moving from room to from. If we left him here any longer, surely he would be in room 38! The others were already there and talking to Zayn who was sitting in a wheelchair.
"Nice chair!" I said, to Zayn, hugging him.
"I hate it too," he replied. We all went out into the car park and helped lift Zayn and his chair into the back of Louis car. Him and El had put the back seats down so he had enough room. Me, Harry and Perrie got into Harry's car and the others into Liam's and we all drive back. We helped get Zayn out of the car and we tock the lift up to Louis and El's floor. We had lunch there and watched some movies, nothing to exciting. But we were all happy!
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