Obsession (15+) ON HOLD

Jamie and Niall were neighbors growing up. I know what you are thinking, they were best friends right? Wrong. Niall Horan was just a the boy next door that Jamie Montegomery would always ignore...in school. She would secretly watch Niall from her window, whenever she saw him, working out, studying......undressing. Niall had a kind of infatuation with Jamie, he would dream about her and find himself staring at her through his window as well. At school they acted as if none of that matter. That they weren't obsessed with each other. They never had to face each other until their best friends starting dating. They grow closer and closer until, obsession turned into passion.

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1. Chapter 1

Jamie's P.O.V

I collapse on my bed and look at the clock. 3:45.

I guess I'll go for my run before I get started with my homework.

I walk over to my desk and lay out all of my binders in a row.

Right in front of my desk is a window with curtains.

I look out the window to the Horan Household.

He's not home yet.

I quickly go over to my closet and pick out a neon green sports bra, a white piny, and black running shorts.

I quickly slip them on and look back over to the window.

I see his blonde hair that was down today, instead of his usual quiff.

He's sitting on his bed on his laptop. I see the blue light reflect in his deep seas blue eyes. I always hope he would look over at me.

Oh I'm sorry your probably wondering what the hell I'm talking about.

I'm talking about Niall Horan. You know football(soccer) star and top notch guitarist. I know this seems weird and stalkerish.

I really don't have an explanation on why I do this.

I open my window and try to get his attention, maybe even a little. I look over and he still hasn't even lifted his head.

Whatever. I'm looking really desperate. I put in my head phones and run downstairs.

"I'll be back in a hour. Just out for a run!" I yell to my mom and run out the door.

My feet pound against the ground as I listen to the rhythm of Imagine Dragons. I faintly hear a familiar voice call my name.

I take out one headphone and look over to the side where I see my best friend, Eleanor, running towards me.

"Hey!" I say whilst still running with her.

"Hey! What's up? I've been trying to call you since school ended." she says.

I shrug and try to forget my stalker moment.

"Well I need help with something. And you are such a smarty I was thinking you could help me." she states.

"Sure, what is it? Math again? If you are still having trouble with the proofs then-"

"Oh it's not school related." she says.

"Then what?"

"I like someone and I need my bestie to help me try to figure out how to....make him interested in me."

I laugh and say, "El, practically every guy in the school would fall at your feet if you asked them out."

I'm kind of jealous of her if you now what I mean.

She's gorgeous and I'm so plain.

Sure I had some brown highlights in my dull black hair but other than that, nothing about me was really unique.

I have regular brown eyes, an average body and lets face it, my legs aren't getting toned unless I go running at least everyday.

"Please, Jamie, you really don't see how much guys adore you!" she says.

I scoff and say, "Oh yeah like who?"

"That's part of what I need help with! So can I come over around 7?" she asks.

I agree and we continue running.

Niall's P.O.V

I walk into my room and quickly look to my window.

I see her looking through her closet.

I never have the courage to talk to her.

She takes something out of her closet and places them on her bed.

God, Niall can you be anymore creepier?

I go to my laptop on my bed and go on twitter.

I start scrolling through my feed until I catch her in the corner of my eye.

She's....undressing.....with her window open.

She takes off her top and slips on the sports bra and piny.

Then she peels her jean shorts off, revealing her blue underwear.

I look away and try to hide that I was just staring at her.

She probably doesn't even know I'm here. I go back to my laptop and I hear her open her window.

I look up for a second and she's gone. I shut my laptop and lay on my bed.

Why can't I just go up and talk to her.

For god sakes, I watch her undress, I should be able to talk to her.

I'm one of the best on the football team, one of the most popular boys in school, why can't I talk to her?

I feel the vibration of my phone that takes me out of my thoughts.

I read the name on the screen. Louis.

"Hey mate!" I say into the phone.

"Hey Niall! I was just wondering if you could help me with something."

"Sure whatever you need."

"Well, I have a crush on this girl and don't know how to exactly ask her out." he says.

I laugh,

"You have come to the right place. Come over tonight and we will watch the football game, alright?"

"Yeah! And I don't want the boys to know about this just yet so, it'll just be me. See ya later!" and with that he hangs up the phone.

I sigh and look to the window again.

I see her enter her, quite sweaty, but still beautiful as ever.

I get up and walk over to my stereo and put on 'Can't Hold Us'. I turn it up as loud as i can to try and get her attention.

I still haven't given a look towards the window yet.

She probably doesn't even know I exist.

Jamie's P.O.V

I walk into my room, sweat dripping from my hair. I look in the mirror. Ugh, what guy could ever want me?

I soon hear music blasting.

I look out my window and see Niall slowing walking over to his weight set.

He takes off his shirt and starts his work out. I watch as he lifts every one without a problem.

I see a best of sweat come from his forehead and him inhale and exhale with every time he stops for air.

I bit my lip.

I hear a knock on my door which cause me to snap out it. "Who is it?" I say quickly. "Sweetheart we are having dinner are you eating?" my mom asks. "No, El is coming over so I'll probably eat with her." "Okay." she says.

I see my window is still open so I shut it and it seemed to have gotten his attention as I see his head snap in my direction.

I walk over to my closet and strip myself of my sweaty clothing. I put on my robe and walk into my bathroom and take a nice hot shower.

I try not to think that Niall might've been upset to my closing the window.

Are you really that creepy, you actually think he notices you? He doesn't.

It's not like we hate each other or anything, we just use to hang out when we were kids but nothing serious like best friends or anything. I haven't had an actual conversation with him in years.

I doubt he even knows I exist.

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