~Danielle's POV~
I hear my parents arguing then the door slams. I walk out of my room slowly and see my mum crying.
"Mom what's wrong?" I ask hugging my mum.
"Me and your father aren't gonna be together anymore." My mum said crying hard.
**4 years later**
"Put the coach down near the window." I say to one of the moving workers. I look at the house to my right and see a guy starring at me which gives me the chills.
"Do you want help with that?" I hear a husky British voice ask me. I turn around to see the guy who was staring at me behind me kinda close.
"Umm sure." I say as I gulp. I quickly grab one of my bags and walk into my house. I bend over to put my bag down flat on the ground and see my neighbor staring at my butt from the window. I instantly get up and walk outside.
"My name is Harry." The guy says catching up to me
"I'm Danielle, nice meeting you Harry." I say to him trying to grab my bag. I feel him staring at me and shake it off.
"I have to go but I'll come see you later." Harry says.
"I don't want you to come back." I say but I turn around to look at him and he's gone.
"What the fuck." I say quietly to myself. I pick up my a big box and see something red written on the side of it.
See you later love xx
-Harry;)
I instantly fell cold hair hit me and shiver I turn around but see nothing. Something is off about my neighbor I think to myself.
-A/N-
Hello I know this introduction is crappy it will get better trust me, I will write again maybe before I go to bed. Also sorry it's sucks
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The Boy Next Door
FanfictionDanielle is a 18 year old girl who moves to Cheshire, England after her parents divorced. She moves nextdoor to a guy named Harry who she doesn't get a good feeling about. Soon enough she finds out something about him that makes her afraid of him. "...
