neighbors (h.s)

Aubrey Millard was an ordinary university student. She lived an ordinary and boring life, until a boy moved into the other flat, connected to hers, that is. She learned very quickly that she wasn't going to have the easiest time facing her neighbor everyday as just a neighbor.


1. 1.

"Gianna, this isn't a big deal. We'll figure out everything tomorrow," I reassured my friend, Gianna. I heard a loud thud and jumped.

"What was that?" Gianna asked me and I sighed in response to the noise.

"Some idiot decided to move in at midnight. Who does that?" I asked her, noticeably irritated.

"Want me to stay on the phone so you're not being annoyed, alone?" I laughed a little, but shrugged.

"No, it's fine. At least one of us deserves sleep," I noted.

"Okay, I'll talk to you tomorrow, alright?"

"Okay, bye, Gia," I said.

"Bye, Aubrey! G'night!" I ended the call and stared at my bedroom wall. I could slightly hear a male voice, and I found my irritation only growing. Of all the rooms that could've been the bedroom, this one had to be it, it's the one room that connects the two flats. I stood up out of my chair and walked to the wall, placing my ear against the cold structure. I heard another thud and jumped, once again. I walked out of my bedroom, and to my front door, slipping on my slippers. I walked out of my flat and crossed the porch to my new neighbors flat. I lifted my arm up to begin knocking on the door just as it suddenly opened. The guy standing in front of me jumped at my presence and I hugged my arms, as I felt cold. It was autumn, in London, and I was only in my pajama shorts and a t-shirt.

"Uh, yeah?" the guy asked me and I quickly took in his presence. His hair was dark and long, with curls at the ends. His features were godly, and it wasn't hard to tell he knew it. He wore a smug look, almost as if he thought he was superior to anyone. His eyes were dark green, but almost glowed in the dark.

"Um, I'm Aubrey, your neighbor... how much longer are you going to be dropping pianos? I need to sleep," I told him, bluntly as he smiled at me.

"Sorry... I forgot I had neighbors." I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. "I'm done 'dropping pianos'," he assured me and I nodded. I walked back to my flat and he stepped out of his. "Uh, before you leave... did someone live here before I came along?"

"Yeah... a guy named Mike, but only for about a month or so. He got caught dealing drugs. He's in prison... he might come back here if he ever gets out," I told the guy and his eyes instantly widened. "Kidding. They had just built this building three weeks before I moved in... no one has lived there." I walked in my flat and shut the door. There was a knock on the door and I opened it. "Yeah?" I asked the guy.

"The name's Harry... by the way." He smiled at me and I shook his hand.

"Nice meeting you." I closed the door again, this time locking it. I turned all the lights throughout my flat off and walked to the bedroom, getting into bed, and falling into a deep sleep.

. . .

I woke up to the sound of a hammer. I slowly sat up, and rubbed the sleep from my eyes as I tried to look around. It was pitch dark in my bedroom and the loud booms of noise just kept getting louder. I grabbed my phone and looked at the time. 4:38 AM. I glared at the wall in front of my bed as I cursed to myself. I got out of bed and walked out of my room, to the front door of my flat. I slipped my slippers on and walked out of my flat, ready to set things straight with this guy. I knocked on my neighbor's door and after about two minutes of waiting, the door opened.

"Henry, it's four in the morning."

"Harry," he corrected.

"Whatever, it's still four in the morning." I sighed and rubbed my face. "Can you please hold the hammering and doing whatever you're doing until I'm not home?"

"How am I suppose to know if you're not home?" he asked me.

"Well... you can do all this shit from 8:50-3:20."

"Okay?" He kind of laughed and I looked over my shoulder.

"Well, anyway... have a nice... day? See you around." I walked back into my flat and sighed. I rubbed my eyes, sleepily and walked to my bedroom, immediately falling asleep as I got into bed.

. . .

"So, tell me about your neighbor!" Gianna beamed as I walked into class. I rolled my eyes and took a sip of my coffee.

"He's annoying, he thinks hammering god knows what at four in the morning is cool, and he thinks it's okay to leave me notes under my door." Gianna widened her eyes and coughed.

"Looks like someone is tired."

"I'm not tired, I'm annoyed and irritated," I proclaimed and let out a long sigh. I sat down and laid my head on my desk.

"Ooh, hottie alert. Look flirty." I instantly propped up my head and looked toward the door. Harry was walking in and my eyes widened.

"No." Gianna looked at me and I stared at her. "That's him."

"What?! No fair!" She crossed her arms and I groaned. I hit my head against the desk and someone put their hand on my shoulder.

"I won't be home from 8:50-3:20, either," Harry informed me and I looked up at him. He smiled at me and I fake smiled back. He walked over to a girl in my class named Cara and quickly started flirting. He was not one of those people, right? Cara stared at him like he was a god and he smiled at her. He walked over to Bridgett and did the same.

"Oh... do we have a little player?" Gianna asked me.

"I hope not... my bedroom wall connects to his bedroom wall."

"Oh!" Gianna laughed. "Have fun."

"Shut up," I whined.

"Oh, Aubrey!" Harry called out. I looked over at him. "Are you going to be home tonight, babe?" I glared at him and flipped him off. "No need to get feisty."

. . .

"I was kidding, by the way," Harry assured as he walked up next to me. I was walking home from Uni and didn't even think about him taking the same way home. Why did he have to walk? He has a car.

I ignored him and kept walking. "Oh, c'mon. I was helping you out. That weird kid in the back of the room was practically drooling at the thought of you naked." My eyes widened and I looked at him.

"Excuse me?"

"I wasn't thinking it! It was that Pineapple kid."

"Pineapple kid?"

"Whatever his name is," Harry shrugged.

"Wait... Peter?" I asked him.

"Yeah! Him," he said and I sighed. I started ignoring him again and he sighed. "What's his deal?"

"We use to see each other." I hugged my arms, awkwardly, and kept walking.

"Have any sex?" My cheeks became hot and I looked down. "Okay, I'll take that as a yes."

"No," I said, firmly. "we didn't."

"Okay, then. He really wanted to."

"Yeah, I know."

"Oh, don't tell me you broke things off because of that?" he asked, laughing. I looked down again and he stopped laughing.

"It's none of your business." I looked at him. "I don't know you and I don't plan on getting to know you, alright?" I started walking faster, but he kept up with me.

"Can I ask you one question?" he asked me.

"What?" I asked, wanting to get rid of him.

"Do you happen to have Bridgett's number?" he asked me and I looked at him. Instead of replying, I rolled my eyes and quickly got to our flats. "You said I could ask you a question!" he yelled and I quickly unlocked my door.

"Bridgett is married. Yeah, surprising? I know." I walked into my flat and slammed the door. I locked the door and sighed. I laid my bag down and huffed. I wasn't lying, Bridgett was married. I mean, it wasn't the most successful marriage... they've been married three months and they're only twenty. I'm almost positive Bridgett has had three boyfriends since she's been married.

Someone knocked on my door and I groaned. I opened the door and sighed, crossing my arms.

"Look, Harry, I don-" I looked up and met Peter's eyes. Harry was outside his flat, smoking. I rolled my eyes and he wiggled his eyebrows at me. I glared at him and looked back at Peter. "Yeah?"

"Uh... I-I... did you... do you want to-"

"No," I interrupted and he sighed.

"You don't even know what I was going to-"

"Even though it's a Friday, I am not going to go to some bar with you to get drunk, okay? Okay! That's settled. Nice seeing you." I shut the door in his face and started walking to my room. I heard the door open and I turned around.

"You didn't lock the door this time," Peter observed and I sighed.

"Out." I walked to him and pushed him out. I closed the door, this time locking it. I walked to my bedroom and sat on my bed. My phone started ringing and I reluctantly answered. "Hello?"

"Hello, this is Charlotte Hart, I was calling in search for an Aubrey Millard?" My eyes widened and I stood up.

"Yes, this is she." I subconsciously started biting my thumb nail as I answered.

"Oh, Aubrey! Hello. I was just calling to share good news." A grin spread wide across my face. "You'll be starting Monday."

"Thanks so much!" I said, my excitement almost about to explode.

"No, thank you for sending in an application. I've never found a more perfect assistant in all my years of work." I smiled.

"Thank you... I'll see you Monday."

"Monday it is. Bye, love."

"Bye!" I beamed. I ended the call and screamed. I was so excited, I couldn't hold it in anymore. I was going to be thee Charlotte Hart's assistant. I've been in love with her clothing line since I was seventeen.

My doorbell rang and I furrowed my eyebrows. I thought my doorbell was broken. I walked to the door and unlocked it. I opened it and in front of me stood Harry.

"Are you okay?" he asked me and I looked at him, confused.


"I was just making sure... why were you screaming?"

"Oh, sorry about that. I'm not use to having neighbors," I told him. "I got a little too excited."

"Oh." I started closing the door, but he stopped the door from moving with his hand- his very abnormally large hand. "I can't know why you got so excited?"

"Nope," I said and started closing the door, but he repeated what he had just done.

"Why not?"

"Because you won't care and I don't want to talk to you." I kept the door open this time, but only because I knew he'd try to open it again.

"I'm a nice guy to talk to," he claimed and I simply rolled my eyes.

"I got a job," I said. "Nothing too exciting."

"It was for you," he pointed out and I sighed.

"Okay, I got a job as an assistant for a highly respected person," I corrected myself.

"A highly respected person, huh? What is highly respected in your book? A librarian?"

"Why would I be a librarian assistant? And why would I think a librarian is highly respected?" Although I did think most librarians ought to be highly respected, I didn't want him to know that, I didn't want him to be right.

"Because you're boring and quiet, I just figured-"

"Okay, hold up. I'm neither boring nor quiet. You've known me for about fifteen hours, you can't say I'm boring and quiet," I said, defensively.

"But you are boring and quiet." I crossed my arms and he smirked at me.

"Okay, Harry, stop that."

"Stop what?" he asked me. "I'm just stating a fact."

"Go state a fact in history class. Mrs. Lebowski would appreciate it. Me? Not so much." He smiled at me and I uncrossed my arms. "What? Why are you smiling at me?"

"Why not?" he asked me.

"Whatever, nice seeing you, neighbor." I started closing the door and this time he stopped it with his foot. I rolled my eyes and opened it back up.

"No, it was nice seeing you," he said, winked at me, and quickly walked back to his flat. I groaned and shut the door.

"I hate people. I hate people so much." I walked into my kitchen and looked in my fridge. My phone started ringing and I rushed to my room. I answered the call.


"Aubrey! I need your help." My eyebrows furrowed as I heard a slightly familiar voice on the other end of the phone.


"Oh, sorry, it's Walt," Walt said and I sighed.

"Oh," I said, slightly disappointed. "What do you need?"

"I have this huge test on Monday and I can't fail. My mum will kill me... and you know she will. Can you please help me study or just give me some notes? I promise if I come over now, I'll be gone in an hour," he said.

"I guess... but you can't keep using me like this, Walter Bates! I will not let it happen." I ended the call and sighed, knowing in only a week I'd be helping him study for something else. Walt and I go way back. Our mum's are best friends and ever since we were born, we've been friends. We were a lot closer when we were younger, we even dated when we were about fourteen, but that ended quickly. We're very different people, but we understand each other and I couldn't have asked for a more reliant friend. It sucks having him use me for my brain, but sometimes I have to help him... it's just the nice thing to do.

I walked back to my kitchen and continued to search my fridge. I decided to eat some leftover lasagna that Gianna had made the night before. Just as I was about to get it out of the microwave, my phone started ringing. I quickly answered and held my phone in between my ear and my shoulder.


"Hey, sweetheart! You sound tired." I heard my dad say.

"I am tired," I yawned. "What's up?" I asked, still yawning.

"Have you talked to your mother recently?" he asked me and I sighed.

"We're not doing this again. If you need to talk to mum, you talk to her. It's hard enough having divorced parents! I'm not going to be your messenger!" I cried out, tired of dealing with my parents and their stubbornness.

"But, sweetheart, I need you to tell her something," he said.

"No! And I mean it. You call her, I'm not doing this anymore!" I ended the call and sat my phone down on the counter. I started eating my lasagna and the doorbell rang. I quickly swallowed what was in my mouth and walked out of the kitchen. I walked to the front door and opened the door for Walt.

"Hey!" he said and hugged me. I hugged him back and looked forward to see Harry get into his very nice car. He sped off and Walt pulled away from me. I smiled at him and walked inside. "I'm really sorry for doing this... I'm trying to get better at paying attention in class, but-"

"Is it Kayla or Kaycie?"

"Kaycie! She stares at me the entire class period, so I stare back, but then she gets the wrong idea. I'm trying to explain to her that we're over, alright? But she doesn't understand!"

"Sounds horrible," I admitted, unenthusiastically and we walked to my living room.

"I know you don't understand, but-"

"Kayla told me you haven't been in your classes since Tuesday and guess what else? Neither has Kaycie," I said and he smiled innocently at me. "You're pathetic."

"Hey! It's not my fault!" he said and I rolled my eyes.

"Don't lie to me... you keep lying to me," I said with a sigh.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to, I just don't want you to be upset with me," he explained.

"I'm more upset with you when I find out you're lying," I said and he sighed.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, kissing my cheek.

"Whatever. What class?"

"Maths," he said.

"Of course," I said.

"Mr. Bromerick is the worst professor ever, you don't even know," he said and I laughed.

"No, Ms. Demitry is," I said and he laughed. He handed me a couple pieces of paper and I looked at them. "Walt, this stuff is easy."

"Yeah, for you. You're a brainiac."

"You use to be one, too," I muttered under my breath.

"What was that?" he asked me and I shrugged.

"Nothing," I said and sat further back the couch. "This shouldn't take long."

. . .

It had been about six hours since Walt left. I quickly walked him though the various ways to solve the problems and he caught on quickly. It was about ten at night and instead of thinking about sleeping, I was standing in my kitchen.

"Gianna, calm down. What's going on?" I asked my sobbing best friend.

"He- he," she cried. "With her a-and-"

"Gianna! Calm down!"

"I'm sorry!" she cried.

"Don't be sorry, just breathe," I said. "Is this about Shawn?"

"Uh-huh." She continued to sob and I sighed.

"He's not worth your time, Gia. You're a great girl and if he can't stop to realize that, he doesn't deserve to be with you. I know that sounds cliché, but it's true." She started to calm down, but she was still sniffling. "Do you want to come over?"

"I don't want to ruin your night," she said and sniffled.

"You're not ruining anything. My Friday nights are spent watching reruns... I encourage that you come over," I urged and she laughed.

"I'll be over a soon as possible," she promised and ended the call. I walked out of my kitchen and to the front door. I opened it and walked outside, to get some fresh air. I sat down on my steps and Harry's car pulled up. I stood up and opened my door, not wanting to hear any of his crap. The passenger side door opened and I furrowed my eyebrows. Out stepped a bright blonde headed girl. Harry walked over to her and held her hand, leading her to his flat. I watched as he walked up his steps. He looked over at me and I quickly looked away. We were only about six feet away from each other, but his stare made it seem as if we were a million miles apart. He shut his door slowly and Gianna's car pulled in. She got out of her car and looked over at me.

"For all the years you've been living here, I've never known whether to call it a flat building or a duplex... what would you call it?" she asked me, a little tipsy. I shrugged and she walked up to me. "Ooh, Mr. Sexy lives right there."

"Yeah..." I mumbled and we walked in. We walked to the living room and sat on the couch. After about ten minutes of talking, I sighed. "Have you ever thought about-" I got cut off by a snore. I looked over to my left and saw a fast asleep Gianna. I shook my head at her. I walked to my room and grabbed a pillow and a blanket. I walked back into the living room and laid the pillow down on the couch. I moved her slightly so that she was laying down and draped the blanket over her. "Night, Gia," I whispered and turned the light off. I walked to my room, after turning the remainder of the lights off, and sat in bed. I stared at my wall and on cue, heard something I didn't want to. I heard a loud moan and my eyes widened.

"Shhh," Harry said, loudly. My eyes stayed widened and I hugged one of my pillows.

"What?" I heard a girl say.

"My neighbor has sensitive hearing," Harry said and I thought if I breathed, they'd be able to hear me. How thin is that wall? I didn't hear anything for awhile and I relaxed. I started to hear banging and I sat up and turned my light on.

"Oh. My. God," I whispered to myself. Should I knock on the wall? Tell them they're being too loud...? I quickly stood up and started walking toward my door.

"Oh, Aubrey," I heard Harry yell out and my eyes widened. I backed up against my door and stared at my wall.

"What did you just say?" I heard a girl faintly ask. "My name is Peyton!" My eyes widened even more and I quickly ran out of my room. I ran to the living room and Gianna was laying peacefully on the couch.

"Maybe that was a dream... that was totally a dream... you were sleepwalking! Damn, that's strange," I told myself and bit my lip. I walked to the kitchen and opened my cabinet. I grabbed a beer and quickly took the cap off. I took a swig of it and grimaced. I hate beer. I heard a slam and my head whipped to the side.

"You're being ridiculous!" I heard Harry scream and I closed my eyes. It wasn't a dream. I quickly chugged my beer and coughed afterward. I walked to my front door and opened it. "You can't walk home!"

"I can try!" The girl yelled from the street. Harry sighed and looked back. He made eye contact with me and almost fell backwards.

"You scared me," he said. I could see how nervous he was.

"You're a creep," I said and held onto my doorknob.

"What?" he asked me.

"After living here for three years... I think I want to move out," I said and laughed a little. "I'm definitely moving."

"Why would you do that?" he asked me.

"Oh, fucking, Aubrey?!" I yelled. "What the hell?" I let out a long breath. I'm never drinking beer again, ever.

"No, Aubrey, it wasn't like that! I'm drunk and I got really scared that you would be able to hear because last night you were complaining and your name just popped into my head! See, no big deal!" He laughed, falsely. I slowly walked into my flat and closed the door. I coughed again and locked the door.

"Aubrey, why didn't you keep your mouth shut? You're an idiot. Such an idiot." Harry started knocking on the door and I just stared at it.

"Aubrey, please open the door," he pleaded.

If you were in my place, what would you do? What would you do if a twenty something year old that you only just met the night before was knocking on your door because he wanted to explain why he was crying out your name whilst having sex with some Peyton chick?

I think I should just sprint and hide, but that's not always the solution.

Maybe he is just drunk, really drunk. Some people don't sound that drunk when they're really drunk, so maybe he's just one of those people... you never know. But then again, he could just be a creep who secretly has the hots for me.

"Go away," I said through the door. "I'm trying to sleep and so is my friend."

"Your friend?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, my friend... who's sleeping..."

"Damn, this is going to be awkward."

"I'm never going to see you again. I'm moving," I said.

"You're not moving," he said and I silently sighed. Sadly, I don't have the money to move.

"I'm never talking to you again," I told him.

"That might be a little hard."

"I'm graduating early and starting work Monday, I'm going to have an important job so I don't have to see you as much."

"Did you ever stop to think that you're not the only Aubrey in the world? I definitely just said Aubrey because out of all the names, it seemed like that chick would be named Aubrey. Besides, it isn't like I'm a creep who fantasizes about you naked like Peter." I rolled my eyes at his remark and I could almost feel him smirking. "I could've just as easily said Bridgett or Sarah," he said.

"Sarah? Who's Sarah?" I asked.

"I don't know, there's a billion of Sarah's in the world," he surmised. I looked around and sighed. I walked into my bedroom and sat down on my bed. I turned my lamp off and got under the covers. I heard a door shut and I closed my eyes. A second later someone knocked on my bedroom wall and I rolled my eyes. I grabbed a notebook and quickly wrote a little note for Harry. I smirked at the paper and laid it on my bedside table. I closed my eyes and after awhile fell asleep.


Hello! How's it going? So that's my first chapter of 'Neighbours'! I know it's really weird and dumb and kinda... oh, I don't know... awful? Haha. I picked the cliché player way to go with this story... it's fun to write cliché things sometimes, okay?

I'm also really sorry on how it got weird and how it is weird... this chapter is the only one that's going to really focus on the things that happened in this chapter. The next chapter and the following chapters are going to be taking place after a bit of a period of time. (About two months).

Well, anyway, I guess I'll just let you get on with your day... have fun reading all the other fancy stories here on movellas!


-Mandi :)

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