The Next Door Neighbour 3

Katie and Harry seem extremely happy until they hit a bump in their relationship. When something or should I say someone gets in the way of their love, how will they solve their issues?

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Katies POV

"And you really think he'll be in there?" I asked down the phone to Louis.

"My money's on it," Louis replied. "If not, we have pretty much got the rest of London covered with our little serch team," 

"Well I'll call you if I find him," I said, before hanging up. 

I was stood outside a pub in which Louis had given me directions too, I don't see why someone else couldn't have come here, seeing as Louis was so sure he was here. I guess he is kinda quitting the band because of me.

I entered the pub to find loud men and slutty looking women everywhere. I walked around for about 10 minutes, no Harry. I noticed a drunk man attempting to tell jokes stood up on a small stage with a microphone. But no Harry. 

I was just about to leave when someone approvched the microphone and started to sing a slow song. Couples started to stand up from all directions to dance leaving only a few people passed out or sat at the bar. 

Then I spotted a dark, curly haired boy dancing with a blonde girl. I walked up to him.

"There you are Harry," I smiled, tapping him on the sholder.

A middle age man turned around and gave me a glare.

"Sorry wrong person," I appolagised.

"If your looking for me, I'm here," I huskey voice said behind me. 

I turned around to find Harry stood infront of me. He looked a mess. His curly hair was all over the place, his shirt was half undone and his eyes looked like he hadn't slept in days. Also the achohol was strong off his breathe.

"Harry, we need to talk," I said dragging his out of the pub.

"What about?" He slurred.

"You quitted the band," I said, as we contuined to walk down the street, he was slightly slower than I was as he kept tripping.

"He did what now!" Harry exclaimed.

I was going to answer, but he was far to drunk. It was pointless. 

"Come on, let's get you home," I sighed. 

He fell over once again and I helped him up, putting my arm around his sholder to steady him. 

"And you don't wanna take it slow and you just wanna take me home," Harry said looking at me.

"What?" I replied.

"Baby say yeahh yeahh yeah yeah," He carried on speaking the lyrics to the song.

"Oh right," I smiled catching on. 

We got to our block of flats and got into the lift. Harry kept trying to talk random stuff combined with a few song lyrics. We stood in the lift in silence. 

"And let me kiss you," He said looking at me. 

The lift doors opened and I looked at him back.

"Well this is us," I smiled helping him out of the lift.

"Have you got your house key?" I asked. 

"I just wanna take you anywhere that you like," He smiled. 

"Well maybe another day, but for now we need your house key," I said slowly.

"We could go out any day, any night," Harry carried on, leaning more and more of his weight onto my sholder, I think he was about to pass out.

There was only one thing for it.

I unlocked my front door and Harry stumbled in.

"Nice placeee," He said. "Looks like me, kinda," 

"Let's get you to bed, I'll take the sofa," I replied, helping him into my bedroom.

I lay him down, removing his shoes first.

"These pillows smell like you," Harry smiled. 

"Well good night Harry," I replied.

"I just wanna hold you wanna hold you tight," He said. 

I sighed, we were onto the next song now. 

"One way or another I'm gonna get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya," 

I sat on the edge of the bed listening to him for a few moments. I noticed he only said a few lines of each song and random ones. I thought about it for a bit long. It almost sounded like he was expressing his feelings though song. 

"Got your boice in my head staying, let's just be friends," Harry said looking straight at me. "Can't believe the words came out of your mouth," 

I suddenly felt really guilty, but why. 

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