You're Harry's neighbour and the walls between your apartments are paper-thin.
Warnings: swearing, dirty talk, masturbation (harry gets himself off to the sound of y/n)
WC: 2.5k
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The scent of the Chinese takeout bagged in Harry's hands is enough to make his knees buckle. It's been a long day of straining his voice, scribbling uncoordinated lyrics and leaving the studio to realise he left his keys inside and had to climb six flights of stairs again because the elevator was out of order.
He can practically hear his sofa calling his name, can taste the cold bottles of beer that sit in his fridge. He's a twenty-four-year-old rockstar that's just released his first debut album, and he's spending his Saturday night alone with a takeaway.
Someone who isn't doomed to the same sad fate is Y/N, the nurse next door who's all dressed up in a tight pink midi dress that hugs every ounce of her skin perfectly. Her hair falls in loose curls down her back as she locks the front door and she's shoving her keys into the tiny clutch she's got hanging from her shoulder on a thick silver chain when she notices him.
"Oh, hey," she greets softly, offering a bright and friendly smile. Harry returns it, chest swelling. Y/N is a beautiful girl, there's no denying that. She isn't a drop-dead gorgeous woman with legs for days and perfectly rounded hips. She's got a nice bum and a small pouch on her lower stomach, and the little dips in her hips are what sends him over.
He's never seen her dressed in anything other than jeans and a t-shirt or her work scrubs. He's never been given the opportunity to see her so dolled up, to notice that little love handles he can suddenly imagine himself gripping. He clears his throat and smiles wider.
"'Lo, love. Yeh look lovely," he compliments kindly, fingers fiddling with his keys to keep him busy. He watches her blush at his comment, how she purses her lips to hide her shy smile and it makes him fucking throb.
She knows who he is, of course, she does. She bumped into him six months ago when she was moving in next door. He remembers it like yesterday. He could hear her panting and cursing in the hall, hauling boxes up and down the stairs and he came out to help. She didn't recognise him at first, not until he was in her flat setting boxes down that she turned to him with wide eyes and a breathy, "oh wow, aren't you that dude from that band?"
Okay... so maybe she didn't know who he was, but she was on the right track. He remembers the way they shook hands as she told him her name, remembers his eyes darting around the already nicely decorated flat that's layout almost mirrored his completely. His look of confusion was when she told him she recently got a residency in the hospital nearby and how her hugely successful aunt lives in L.A and offered up her London home to her niece in need, promised she'd only have to pay for groceries and Y/N was in no position to turn the offer down.
"Thank you," her soft voice breaks him from his trip down memory lane. "Just a night out with the girls, been a long week," she sighs out a polite smile and he nods in agreement. He's tapping his key against the knuckle on his thumb as she rocks back and forth on her heels.
"Well have fun, 'nd be safe," he says tenderly, a wholesome smile on those pink lips. Y/N nods her head as she waves her hand softly in a bid of goodbye. He waits until she's rounded the corner before he unlocks his door and kicks off his shoes.
Harry gently tosses the takeout bag on the coffee table on his way to the kitchen, grabbing bottles of beer by their necks with his looped fingers, kicking the fridge closed behind him. His entire flat is dark but he doesn't see the point in turning any lights on when he knows the TV works just fine.
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