My New Neighbor

I was told I was getting a new neighbor. Just not told when. Not told who either. I don't know if it's a girl or boy. I was only told I was getting a new neighbor. My name is Nicole. Nicki for short. My best friend's name is Cynthia. I also live in England. I'm 16 years old. My parents died in a plane crash. I live with Cynthia.


2. Mail Mix Up

  We helped Harry unpack a couch, bed, and T.V. All a guy needs. Tomorrow is Sunday. Monday we have no school. Good. I got up before everyone else so I went to get the newspaper. I walked outside. I grabbed the newspaper and some mail. One letter said Mr. Harry Styles. Of course. I went next door and knocked on the door. The door opened and there stood Harry. His curls were all over the place. "Mail Mix up." "Um thanks babe. By the way I called you. It was a fan. Nice joke." "First don't call me babe." "Whatver babe thanks. Can I have your real number?" "No." "Call me later then." "No." Then I turned around and left.

   "Nicki!!" I turned around. "What?" "Come over at 2:00."  "Lets see if I'm there." Then I walked home. I got back in bed. It's only 11. I can sleep for 2 more hours. I woke up to my cell ringing. I picked it up and put it on my ear. "Ello?" "Aha!!! Figured out your number!!" "Harry?" "Yes." I hung up. "Fuck he knows my number." Cyn looked at me. "You never say fuck. Fuck is my word." "Harry has my fucking number!!" "How'd he get it?" "I don't know."

   It's 2:57. Now I'll head down to Harry's place. I wanna be late. I put on a black tank. And some red jeans. I walked over. "I'm here!" Harry walked over dressed in a white long sleeve tee shirt. (Like the one he wore in Best Song Ever) His hair was all over the place and wet. "Aha you came." "Whatever curly what do you want?" "A date." I looked at him. He smiled. In a bitchy way. "What do I get out of it?" "A sweet kiss." He puckered up his lips. "I don't think so." 

  I went into his kitchen. "What are you doing?" "I know I will go on a date with you IF you make me dinner. Restaurants are overrated." I say licking my finger after eating some cheese. "Deal. Tomorrow at 7pm. Tomorrow is Monday, so sure. BUT IF I GET ANY MORE HATRED THEN I ALREADY HAVE IN SCHOOL ITS O.V.E.R. WHAT DOES THAT SPELL? OVER!!" "Okay okay." I turned to the door. "One more thing, we are NOT having sex tomorrow." I was out the door.

  I went back home. In to my room. Which is also Cynthia' s room. "Girl where you been?" "Harry's place. He had to tell me something." "What?" "We are going on a date tomorrow." "Did he force you." "Hell no!! He's making me dinner!! First guy I met which will make me dinner." "Whatever just don't get preg." I turned around and looked at her. "What do you think I am? A slut?" She smiled. "Hell to the no!"

  I walked downstairs there sat pop. I call Cynthia's dad pop. And so does she. I call her mum, mum. It just feels like I can. They act like I am their daughter. I think of them as my parents. "Morning pop." "Good morning hun." "Moring mum." "Good morning sweetie." Mum as making pancakes. "Mum, pop I have a date tomorrow, at 7pm." "Okay. Who is it?" "Harry next door. I really don't want to go but he is making dinner. This should be interesting." Mum smiled.

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