The Girl Next Door

Rebekah has just moved to England for her dad's military job. What she doesn't know is that she has a famous next door neighboor. When things turn bad, and her dad dies, will Rebekah ever be able to cope? Can Harry help her? Will they be together? Read to find out! (BTW there will be a sequal! I'm working on it now along with other fanfics that will be up soon.)


9. Chapter 9 Feelings Revealed

I went up to my room and got ready. When I finished, I looked like this: I walked back downstairs and told my mom goodbye. “Have fun.” She said.

“I’ll try.” I gave her a weak smile, and Harry and I left. “Where are going?” I asked after we got in the car.

“Well you’ll just have to wait and find out.” He said, smirking at me.

“Ugh, I hate surprises.” I whined.

“Well, hopefully, you’ll like this one.” He mumbled something else, but I couldn’t understand it. We drove for about twenty minutes and came to a park. Harry got out and ran to my side. He opened my door and helped me out. “Alright, now follow me.” He grabbed my hand and entwined our fingers. I blushed and smiled, the action sending a tingling sensation through my whole arm. He led us over to a tree where he had set up a picnic, Louis sitting on the blanket. He looked up at us and smiled, standing up and giving me a hug.

“Have fun guys, see you later.” Louis said after he pulled away.

“Wait, you’re not staying?” I asked.

“No, I was just keeping guard over the picnic. Harry didn’t want anyone taking anything.”

“Ya, thanks, Lou.” Harry said.

“Anytime, bye.” He walked away.

“You asked him to guard the picnic stuff?” I asked Harry, raising an eyebrow.

“Hey, I didn’t want anything to go wrong.”

“Can you imagine what would have happened if you asked Niall?” I laughed.

“Don’t even joke about that, all of the food would have been gone.” We laughed. “Let’s eat.” We sat down and Harry started setting out the food. He pulled out turkey sandwiches, chopped fruit, and water bottles.

“Why’d you do all this?” I asked after about thirty minutes of talking about random things.

“Well, I wanted to ask you something.”

“You did all of this to ask me something?”

“Ya, while you were getting ready, I talked to your mum.”

“What about?”


“What about me?”

“Well, I asked her if I could take you out on a date.”

“You asked my mom permission to take me out on a date?”

“Ya, I wanted to do it right, cause I really like you.”

“Thank you. I really like you too, so, yes.”


“Do you want me to change my mind?”

“No, no, I wanted you to say yes.”

“You didn’t have to do all this to ask me, you know. A simple knock on the door and asking would have sufficed.” I nudged his arm.

“I wanted to make it special.”

“Well, you succeeded.” I smiled. He smiled back and kissed my cheek. “You missed.” I joked.

“What do you mean?”

“You missed.” I leaned up and pressed my lips to his. He kissed back and I felt sparks, fireworks. He put his hand to the back of my neck. I smiled into the kiss and so did he. We parted after a few seconds, pressing our foreheads together, smiling.  “Wow.”

“I’m glad you said yes.”

“Me too.”

“OMG IT’S HARRY STYLES!” A girl screamed, running over, others hearing and doing the same. We both stood up, my eyes widening. Harry squeezed my hand. I looked up at him to meet his warm, dimpled smile. I smiled back and he started taking pictures with fans. I stood to the side a bit, not really wanting to be in the crowd.

I was looking around the park when one of his fans came up to me. She was obviously trying to impress any boy she could with her extremely short shorts, and low cut top, her breasts almost falling out. “Who are you?” She asked snottily.

“I’m Rebekah, and you are?”

“Harry’s future girlfriend, so you better stay away from my man.”

“Your man, you don’t even know him, and you call him your man?”

“Well, do you really think he would even think about choosing a fat, ugly pig like you, over me?” So the hate begins.

I started to feel a little insecure about myself. She was beautiful, there was no doubt about that, but she was a skank, there was no doubt about that either. I thought of what had happened with Harry only a few minutes ago, a bit of my confidence came back, he did choose me. “I think so ya, considering that he just asked me to go on a date with him.” I started to walk away from the girl, but turned back. “Oh, and did I mention we kissed?” I turned again and walked to a near-by tree. I leaned against it, waiting for Harry to finish. After about thirty minutes, Harry walked over and entwined our fingers. “Hey.”

“Hey, sorry about that, it can get kind of crazy, I just don’t want to disappoint them, so I don’t want to say no.”

“No, it’s totally okay. It’s one of the things I like about you, you love your fans; I think it’s amazing.”

“Thanks, I try.” He gave me a cheeky smile and I rolled my eyes. “So what do you want to do now?” He asked.

“I don’t kno-” I was cut off by a flash. We looked to where the flash had come from and saw a man with a camera.

“Crap, paparazzi.” Harry said, as he pulled on my hand, encouraging me to move forward with him. I gazed back at the man, still taking pictures, others joining him.

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