The Creep Around the Block

The next morning, I woke up with a smile on my face, ate breakfast with a smile on my face, even changed Tanner and Danielle's diapers with a smile on my face. I know, weird right? Not a single person in the house knew why I was creepily smiling, except for Harry.

I was getting weird looks all day, even when Harry and I got in the car with Tanner to go down the road.

We were about there, only a mile left, which would only be a few minutes until we pulled in. It looked even nicer in person.

(House #1)

We stepped out of the car, Tanner in my arms, and walked up the steps to the porch. Diane, the real estate agent from when we bought the house, was standing on the porch, waiting for someone to come to the open house.

When she saw Harry and I walking up, hand in hand, with Tanner in my arms, she had a look on her face that seemed surprised, yet happy to see familiar faces.

"Miss Brettskert, Mr. Styles, very nice to see you. Was there a problem with the house?" She looked confused and nervous about the previous house she sold.

"We've already told you to call us Sam and Harry," I laughed, "Also, it's not Brettskert anymore, it's gonna be Styles soon." I smiled and looked at Harry.

"And no, there was no problem with the house. We need more room for little Styles." Harry smiled. Oh boy, little Styles.

"Well come on in, I'll show you around. There's no one else checking out The house today." She grinned a wide, toothy grin at us.

We followed her inside of the first of many houses to search today.

*

"It's quite nice. I really like the master bedroom being so close to the other rooms. And the kitchen, I spend a lot of time in the kitchen." I was bouncing inside.

"That's great. But there's two other houses to check out. Are you set on this one or..." she stumbled on her words.

"Oh of course. We're definitely open to suggestions. As long as we stay close to the others." Harry confirmed.

"Great. Follow me." She got in her vehicle and we got in ours, then followed her to another house in the neighborhood.

Speaking of the neighborhood, it was really nice. One of those that you see kids riding their bikes done the street. One that you see boys playing basketball in the driveway. I always wanted to live in a place like this.

I was brought out of my thoughts when Harry pulled up to a house.

(House #2)

Great. I missed the ride. Now I'll have no idea how to get here. I turned around and looked out the back window. The blue house was only a few blocks away. Well, nevermind then.

I got out and got Tanner our of the back seat, then walked up to the porch with Harry and Diane.

"Shall we?" Diane asked.

"Yep!" I giggled.

We walked into house #2.

*

We had toured the house completely, and now we were sitting in the kid's lounge upstairs.

"So, what do you think?"

I looked around, "I love the kid's lounge. So when we have the others over, he can play up here with Danielle." I explained my feelings.

"Danielle?" Diane asked.

"Oh!" I forgot the Diane didn't know who Perrie was, "My bed friend, Perrie, got pregnant the same night as me, and gave birth about week later. Liam's the father." I spilled the story.

"It's nice that he," she messed up Tanner's hair a bit, "will have a playmate his age."

"Yes, and I also like the storage room at the end of that hall. It could be an office for me." Harry smiled a cheeky grin.

I laughed. "Or a guest room, or music room, or art room, OR office." I laughed again.

"Okay, well, that's on you to figure out." She laughed. "So are you ready to check out that last house?"

"Whenever you are." Harry said.

We walked out of the kid's lounge, down the stairs into the dining/living/kitchen room, and out the front doors.

We got in our vehicles and drove to house #3. I actually played attention to how to get there this time.

It was still on Stuart street, only across the street and down a block, on the corner of the block.

(House #3)

When we pulled in the nice driveway, I was immediately wowed by the clean bricks. I could tell this house was new.

We got out, this time Tanner was in Harry's arms, and we walked into the house, greeted by a foyer, then the dining room.

*

When we were done, we sat on the back porch. I looked around the back yard. You could faintly see our current house in the distance, even though there were trees on the right side of the house. But the yard was fenced with a nice white fence. There was a yard attached on the left side of us and behind us. There's only woods on the right, we were at the end of the neighborhood.

"So, do you have a choice in mind? Or do you need time?" She asked us nicely.

"I'm not sure, they were all so nice, bur I think we need time, I'll call you tomorrow morning. When do you get to your office in the morning?" I w questioned.

"I get in at 7:30 am, then I leave at 6:00 pm. But take all the time you need." She informed.

Then we walked through the house, out to our vehicles, then drove down Stuart Street, past houses #2 and #3. We pulled onto Honey Lane, where the first house was, then onto Forest Street, the road we currently live on.


When we finally got home, I changed Tanner's diaper. It was 7 already, so I made him a bottle and put him to sleep.

When I walked out, I could see the look on everyone's faces that they were hungry. I sighed and walked to the kitchen. Don't these people know how to cook?

I wanted to prepare a different dish tonight. Potatoes and onions. I grabbed the onions and potatoes out of the pantry, washed them off, then set on of each on the cutting board. I chopped them up and put them into the preheated pan, then poured oil on it, while I cut more up.

After I finished cutting them up, I put them into the pan with the others. I poued some more oil into the pan, getting burnt. Usually, I get a few specks of boiling oil to hit my arm, but this time, it splashed up on me. Not a lot, just a little. Only enough to leave a matchstick-sized scar under my eye. Thank god none got into my actual eye.

I didn't pay attention to the burn, just continued to cook. When it finished frying, I proportioned it onto 10 plates. I set them around the table and poured everyone's favorite drinks into cups and put them in front of plates.

Before I announced dinner had finished, I ran past the living room to my bedroom, into the bathroom. I looked at my eye, there was the burn. Seeing it made it sting.

I dabbled it with cold water and let it dry, then put makeup over it.

I walked back into the living room. "I made dinner. Fried potatoes and onions."

"Hell yea! Love you, sissy!" The irish leprechaun ran out of the room. I smiled, he always loved food, followed by everyone else, other than Liam.

"Thank you for making dinner." Liam smiled and kissed mt cheek. DAFUQ?!?!

"Your welcome." I awkwardly said.

We walked into the dining room and sat down, him next to Perrie, and me next to Harry.

We all were eating in awkward silence, and bless Louis for breaking it.

"Sam, what's under your eye?" Okay, nevermind, he shall not be blessed.

"Nothing..." I mumbled.

"Liar, what is it?" Liam asked. Ugh.

"May or may not have burnt myself." I shrugged.

"Sam!" Kaitlynn gasped. Worrier over there.

"Dude, you look badass with a scar on your face. Get a motorcycle and a leather jacket. You could be in a gang." Of course Julia, the fucking tattoo artist, said that.

"Shut it, Jules." I laughed. We went through dinner with small talk. But neither me nor Harry spoke of the house search.

Once we finished eating and I cleaned up, Harry and I sat down in the bedroom for a chat.

"What do you have in mind, babe?" Harry caressed my arm.

"I don't know, let me sleep on it." I yawned and got comfortable in bed.

He yawned too and did the same. "Love you, kitty cat." He laughed sleeping.

"Love you too, dimples."

Notes

Okay, so there's gonna be a contest. You guys gotta vote on which house they choose. Comment #1, #2, or #3. Whichever gets the most votes, they move into.

Q: What up with Liam?

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