The band next door

Niall Horan, Harry Styles, Liam Payne, Zayn Malik, Louis Tomlinson and.................. you?

For all you Directioners who clicked on this thinking it was about 1D well Ok then. This is about 1D but its an antifanfic so if you hate 1D, keep reading, but if you love them then (well you can continue reading ;-))
sorry but yeah


2. The Party

"So how are you doing?" Just the sound of James' voice makes me feel better but I can't block out the thumping music coming from next door "Ok I guess, I'm just missing you" I flip through some photos we'd taken before I left. I lingered on one, it was from my birthday, he'd planned a party for me and I remember giving my phone to my best friend to take a photo of us, she must of kept hold of it for a while because this was a different photo. It was of us, stood in the centre of the room, slow dancing. My head was buried in his chest and the way he was looking at me, all I could focus on was the look in his eyes. "Well, you know I did pass my test last week" James' reply broke me out of my daydream 


"Sooooo, its only 7.30, my curfew isn't until 12, and I could get there with ice cream and KFC in hmm, lets say 35 minutes. And maybe you could pick out a movie..."

"Hmmmmm, I'd have to think about that.."

"Haagen Dazs pralines and cream?"

"Make it a pint of mint choc chip and you have yourself a deal"

"On it, love you"

"I love you too"

I click the call off and look around my room, shit. Its a huge mess, I click on some music and start shoving clothes in my laundry basket, makeup in bags and shoes in my wardrobe. I'm about to run downstairs and say that James is coming over when the door rings.I look at my watch, fuck, 35 minutes went fast. I rush downstairs and through open the door expecting the mixed spell of KFC and my dreamy boyfriend to come rushing over me but instead I'm faced with the douche from next door. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to ask if you wanted to come to the party"

"Oh, I'd love to, except if I did, I wouldn't be able to breathe from the overwhelming stench of douchebags" I put my hand on my hip and notice the fact the dude (Harry is it?) is staring at my boobs. I bend down, "Can I help you with something? Just because a girl is wearing a vest top and pajama shorts does not give you permission to stare down her shirt"

"Especially when said girl has a boyfriend" Harry whirls around and is faced with James a good 5 inches taller than him. "Now if you'll excuse me, I think you have a party to be getting back to?" Harry scowls and skulks back to his house. "My hero!" I laugh falling into James' arms. 

"I don't know, I think you were handling yourself just fine" He bends down and presses his lips against mine. I wish I could stay like that forever but "Did you eat some of the chicken?" James held up his hands in surrender 

"Guilty as charged" I pout jokingly, grab the chicken and race into the house.

"Catch me if you can!" We run in I leap up the stairs closely followed and fall down on my bed. James puts down the ice cream, takes off his coat and lies down next to me. "So, what are we watching?" I roll over to face him and place one hand on his cheek. "Maybe later" I say and press my lips against his once more.

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