People Change People

HARRY

The beautiful blonde was living next to me. Whatever higher power is out there, hates me. This is torture. It’s been 2 days since I saw in the window in the early hours of the morning. I can’t stop thinking about her. She’s just beyond my reach. But I know that if I were to go after her, I’d spend the night with her, and nothing more. I can’t be that guy anymore. Today on this fine Monday afternoon though, Gemma would be coming over. She hasn’t seen my house yet, and she’s begging me to finally let her. The only thing is that I don’t want her trying to change things, adding more colour to the room or what have you. But she finally twisted my arm. So I’ve spent my day making the house as Gemma approved as I can, opening the curtains in every room, letting light spill in everywhere, and now I’m making tea for her. As if on cue I heard a knocking on the door. I opened the door and greeted my sister with a kiss on the cheek, I took her coat off as she stepped into the house and kicked off her shoes.

”Well this is..nice” She said examining the living room.
“I know it’s not your taste, but I like it.” I defended.
”No no no” she continued, making her way to the kitchen. “It’s very...you. I do like it. House owning, maturity, it suits you Haz”. This made me smile. We stepping into the kitchen, I poured her hot tea into the mug she grabbed as she sat on one of the bar stools.

“So” She started
”Gemma, if you’re going to ask me about women, the answer is no.” I finished before she could continue.
”Oh come on!” She argued, “I’ve seen you online at the strangest hours of night, can’t sleep? Something, or someone rather, is on your mind. Who is it?” She had a point, sleep had taken a backseat in my mind lately.
“It’s hardly anything.” I shrugged.
”What does that even mean?” She asked inquisitively.
”It means just that. I bumped into a very, very pretty girl at the airport, that’s all. But I guess I found out that she-“
“She what?!” Gemma interrupted, hooked on my words.
”She may or may not live across the road.” I addimtted quietly. “She lives across the road?! In the stone house?” Gemma yelled.
”Yes.” I muttered.
”Why have you not said anything to her yet?! Why have you not gone over and introduced yourself? I cannot believe you! That’s it, we’re going over there now.” Gemma had begun getting up before I stopped her.
”We are not going over there Gem! I do not want my new neighbours to think that I am a creepy stalker!” I argued.
”Harry, it’s kind of just rude that you’ve seen new people move in and haven’t had the courtesy to welcome them to town.And what a happy coincidence that it’s the pretty airport girl.” Gemma explained all this to me while leaving the kitchen, and when she was finished she already had her coat and shoes on. I could see I wasn’t winning this arguement. I slipped on my shoes and coat and rolled my eyes at her while she excitedly opened the door. I locked up and we make the 10 second journey across the road, and then there I was, staring at the door, of the house that belonged to the beautiful, mysterious stranger. Gemma rubbed her hands together to warm them before reaching up to the red front door, and then she did it, she knocked. I immediately felt queasy. This was a mistake. I was ready to turn around and go home when the door opened. There she was, golden hair up in a pony, cotton shorts, knee high socks, and a sweater.
“Hi?”

MAYA

I’ve been in England for 2 days, and I guess it’s not all that bad. Riley and everyone else are gonna visit me for fall break at the end of october, which is only a month away. I’ve been doing almost nothing, I lay around, I watch netflix, and I paint, I get to paint as much as I want. It’s perfect, I do spend 4 hours a day doing online schooling though, which is kinda nice, I get to go at my own pace, and I’ll finish senior year a few months earlier than my friends, which means I can early enroll in colleges, but it truly isn’t the same without Matthews as a teacher. For many years Riley’s father, Mr. Matthews, has been our teacher in and out of school. In many ways he was like a father to me, and he cared for me like he would Riley. I missed him almost as much as I missed Riley. I skyped her every day, and texted her every minute, so far her senior year had started off great, she finally made the cheer squad, and she and farkle are happier than ever, Lucas and Zay basically carry the whole varsity football team, at least according to them.

After finishing today’s online lessons, I took a hot shower, damn England could get cold. Ever since I’ve been here, I’ve been able to smell the rain in the air, but it hasn’t come yet, which leads me to believe it’s building up, and when it finally releases, oh boy. After my shower, I pulled my hair up out of my face and three on a sweater and some shorts, with some knee high socks to keep my legs warmer. Stupid fucking me left my only pair of sweats at Riley’s. I went downstairs to the living room and pulled out my sketch book, I turned on some music and sketched away. Art has always been an escape for me, even if life wasn’t perfect, I could always make something that was, at least to me. Entranced by the sketching, I almost didn’t hear a knock at the door. I looked at the time, 1pm, who could be here? My mom and Shawn were both at work and would we for the next couple of hours. So it was just me alone in the new house in a new country? Could it be a serial killer? I shook the ridiculous thoughts out of my head and got up off the sofa to answer the door. I pulled open the red front door, and there he was, the beautiful boy from the airport, green eyed guy, my neighbor, Harry fucking Styles.
“Hi?”

Notes

Harry and Maya (officially) meet at last! Are you guys liking this story? I have so many ideas for not only this story but for other stories too and just can’t decide what to do!!

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