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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Katie's POV

We walked up to a small resturant at the end of a dark road, I had a bad feeling about this. We were not going to get in anywhere as Harry was convinced he wouldn't need a resavation.

We walked up to the resturant hand in hand to find the inside pitch black.

I glanced down at the sign on the door. Closed.

"Harry, this is closed," I sighed.

"Never mind," He smiled, opening the door which I was surprised wasn't locked.

"Harry, you can't go in, that's like tresspassing," I exclaimed.

"Do you trust me?" He asked, stepping closer to me.

"Yes, but I'm not going to tresspass," I replied.

"If you really did trust me, you would," Harry answered, walking into the resturant. 

I sighed. I had no idea what I was getting myself into, yet I didn't really want to be stood outside in the dark.

I slowly pushed the door which had closed behind Harry and walked into the resturant. 

Harry was in the corner lighting a candle on the table.

"Harry, what are we doing here?" I asked, walking over to him.

"Having dinner," He replied.

"So we just walked into a closed resturant to have dinner alone?" I asked.

"We're not alone," Harry replied.

Right on que the light of the kitchen turned on and I saw a figure walking out towards us. Harry turned a near by lamp on and I could make out a man walking towards us. 

"Now, I'm confused," I said, slipping into the booth opposite Harry.

"Maybe I take you order please," The firgue asked.

"Clive!" I exclaimed, jumping out of my seat to hug him.

"Katie!" He replied, coping my tone.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, so shock to see him.

"Well, your in my resturant right now," He smiled.

"You moved to England, why didn't you tell me?" I asked.

"Well Harry wanted me to surprise you," Clive replied.

"You knew about this," I asked Harry.

"Pretty crafty huh?" Harry answered.

"This was all planned wasn't it?" I asked.

"Uh-ha," Clive and Harry nodded.

"So what's with the whole closed, empty resturant thing?" I asked.

"Well if you havn't remembered, we arn't meant to be dating." Harry reminded me.

"Why does that stop us from going out though?" I asked.

"Hmm, paparazzi, media, press, fans, the internet," Clive listed. 

"Oh yeah..." I replied felling kind of stupid now. 

"So, I thought this was the perfect place for us to have a proper dinner," Harry smiled. 

"And right you were Styles," I smiled.

"Aw, that's cute, the whole last name thing," Clive smiled.

We both looked at him, not him too.

"And I'm leaving," He smiled, walking into the kitchen.

"I hate how everyone says how 'cute' we are," I sighed.

"It's just cuz we're the youngest," Harry replied.

"I hate being the youngest, it sucks." 

"Ah, next year your gonna be a teenager all on your own," Harry teased.

"Don't leave me," I begged.

"Soz babe," He replied. "I would if i could," Harry replied, reaching across the table and holding my hand.

"Your drinks," Clive smiled, walking back with a fancy looking wine.

"For those who are finally old enough to drink," He said in his best british accent.

I laughed, remembering in Paris when Louis forced me to have coke.

"To Clive and Harry for being good at planning surprises," I smiled holding up my wine glass. 

Me and harry clinched glasses as Clive pretended to be holding a glass.

"And the surprises don't stop there," Clive smirked.

"What have you done?" I asked worriedly.

He ran out the room quickly.

"Do you know about this?' I asked Harry.

He just smirked.

Clive came walking back though the door with a figure walking a few steps behind him. As he walked closer to our table, the near by lamp helped me make out his face.

"Dad!" I exclaimed, jumping out of the booth and into his arms.

"What the heck are you doing here?" I asked.

"Well seeing as both of my kids have decided America isn't good enough, I thought why not pay a visit," He laughed.

I glanced over at Harry who was sat in the booth awkwardly. 

"Dad this is Harry, Harry this is my Dad," I introduced them to each other.

"Nice to meet you Mr Brown," Harry said. 

"You too son, now you take care of my daughter and..-" Dad started.

"Dad," I interrupted him, giving him a look to shut up.

"Ok, well have a good... What-ever this is," Dad replied before leaving the restaurant though the back door. 

"Well, I'll leave you too it," Clive said, also leaving.

"Thank you for all this," I smiled.

"No promblemo," Harry replied, reaching out for my hand. Soon both our hands were holding one another's across the table, our finger intwined. 

Our food soon came and Clive served up my favourite spicy chicken with chips. Harry also seemed to enjoy it. These boys had really planned this evening well. 

"Thank you for all this again," I said one final time, hugging Clive. 

"Bye Dad," I smiled, also hugging him. 

"Bye sweetheart," He replied. "Let's catch up later in the week over coffee," 

"Coffee it is," I smiled. 

"That you once again for such an amazing evening." I smiled.

"Bye." Clive replied. 

Harry and I walked out of the restaurant hand in hand till we got to his car, where we drove home. 

"You know you never probably said thank you to me," Harry said whilst we were in the lift. 

"Well thank you for an amazing evening," I smiled.

"I think I deserve more than that," Harry smirked. 

"Really now?" I replied. 

I pressed my lips against his , as my arms fell around his neck. Harry lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his hips as our bodies become closer. The lift doors opened and I jumped down from Harry's waist as he grabbed my hand as we started to walk down the hall.

"We're continue this inside," He smiled. 

I unlocked my front door as Harry followed me in. As soon as the front door closed he crashed his lips over mine, kissing me passionately. My legs wrapped around his waist once again as my hands got tangled into his mob of hair. 

Harry started to walk down the hallway until we reached my bedroom were he kicked the door opened and chucked me onto the bed. He soon climbed onto the bed beside me, our lips returning to there previous. I started to unbutton his shirt whilst he pulled my dress over my head...


Author's note:

I think we all know what happens next, and no I am not going to write it in detail, there are plenty of movellas out there for you to read with that stuff in.

Anyway, question of the day: How old are you? I'm 14.

And you, yes you, yeah you right there! Have you liked this book? Have you favourited it? Have you fanned me? Go do it if you havn't!



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