April-ish
It all started on a lonely day on that lonely street in London. It was mostly elders capable of living on their own who lived on that street so it was quiet 95% of the time. It didn’t even faze me when I went outside to get my mail in my barley their shorts, a cami, and see through button up shirt-not buttoned up. Basically, I looked like I was just getting away from an interesting night, pshh, yeah with a tub of Ben and Jerry’s. So as I was slowly looking through my mail I almost didn’t notice a door slam shut across the street. My head shot up instantly to see a blonde guy walking out of the house with a curly haired guy. For some reason I felt like I knew them from somewhere.
So the next day when I ran into the pharmacy to get my prescriptions, I saw a magazine. Not just any magazine. It was one of those magazines that teen girls obsess over so they can cover their bedroom walls with whatever hot guy was out now. Or in this case guys, and lucky me they’re British/Irish ones. Odd as it sounds the blonde one on the cover looks a lot like that guy that came out of the house across the…wait a minute. Oh my peanut butter and jelly sandwiches! A famous guy saw me walk to my house while I was wearing short shorts, and he lives across from me. I can’t decide if this is good or bad? I was brought back to earth when the guy at the cash register made a loud huffing noise. I handed him the money for my meds and the magazine then ran out of the store. This cannot be happening. It just can’t. I’m too normal and boring for that to happen. Or am I?
It was another day out at my mailbox, a whole week since I figured out that you know who lives across the street from me. I was in no particularly fancy attire nor casual, more like comfy. Again I was walking back to my house when I heard a door open behind me, it took everything in me to not turn my head and see him again. “Wait!” he called. I stopped and slowly turned around with a small smile slipping its way across my features. “Yes. Can I help you?” I asked casually, unlike my attire. “I just wanted to introduce myself. I’m Niall, I live across the street. I would have made an effort to talk to you sooner, but things with work are hectic” he explained while holding out a hand. “Oh, that’s fine. I’m Majo” I said taking his hand and shaking it. “It was really nice meeting you, but I’ve gotta run. See you around” then his disappeared into his car and was off down the road. I rushed back into my house, mail all forgotten about, and jumped on the couch shoving my face into the pillow to muffle my screams.
From then on it just happened that when he went to get his mail while on down time, I was out there too (in less revealing clothing. He noticed). We made small talk from across the street until he invited me inside for tea one day. It was about to pour and we were having a very nice discussion so he said,”Why don’t we continue this at my place over a cup of tea?” So I agreed and here we are now. “And then Louis was swinging out on the rope and dropped into the water…” he was explaining how the video went for Live While We’re Young. Over the past few weeks I learned that the curly haired one is Harry. The one who’s 21, but acts like a 12 year old is Louis. The calmer, but recently became a little bit mischievous is Liam. Then the vain one is Zayn. “Niall, I’ve texted you 27 times and called you at least 18 times where have you been?” came a softer man’s voice. Niall and I looked up to see Louis. “I didn’t know Niall had neighbors under the age of 55” Louis said putting out a hand much like Niall did, “I’m Louis” “I’m Mojo” “And you’re leaving” Niall said while dragging Louis to the front door whispering something to him before Louis reluctantly left. When Niall came back he sat down and jumped right back into his story. I have no idea what that was about, and I have a feeling that I’ll find out later rather than sooner.
5 months later
I was alone in my house one day, which is pretty rare these days, singing at the top of my lungs to ‘Rock Me’ and I was searching through the fridge for the jam to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. “You want who to rock you?” a particular Irish voice startled me, making me hit my head on the fridge. “I’m going to soon regret giving you the spare key to my house aren’t I” I said while rubbing the back of my head, soon forgetting about the jam I was looking for. You see now around any other girl Niall wouldn’t say something like that without the guy’s around. With me we’d be having a ball whether it was just us or the guy’s too. “You’re happy to have me around just admit it” he said while making himself comfy at my breakfast bar. “Yeah, I need you around like I need a bump on the head” I said while making my sandwich.
Another couple of months go by…
It was thundering outside. Not even raining, just thunder. And you know what? I hate thunderstorms. That and I’m stuck in my backyard. So I called Niall to come get me. He complied, but by the time he made it to my backyard he was absolutely soaked. I was in a tree house in my back yard. It was still very sturdy and didn’t mind having two “adults”, though it was made for children. With him he brought a candle, lighter, a couple of blankets, some extra clothes, and food. “You didn’t have to do all of this for me Nialler” I said as he emptied the contents of the bag in the small space between us. He lit the candle putting it in a corner that made it luminate the whole space. Then his switched from a sopping wet hoodie and jeans to a pair of sweats and slightly baggy T. After that he scooted next to me and wrapped the blankets around us. “Well that’s too bad then” he said, “Cause I wanted to”. He pecked my forehead and left a silence that made my brain go crazy.

Notes

This is being put into part just so that I can get this out :)
This was requested by Mrs1d-girl !
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