Maybe It's You.

~Harry's POV~

Empty. The word I used to described how I felt. My ex lover, Zoe had left me for someone else and I no longer had the happiness I once treasured. It had been three months already. The longest three months of my life. I know I should've moved on from now but when you love someone that much, how can you ? My thoughts were interrupted as my pocket began vibrating once again. I pulled my phone out only to find three unread text messages.

Liam: Hey mate, wanted to check up on you and ask if you wanna come with us to see a movie tomorrow night ?
Louis: Harrryyyyy I'm coming over tomorrow for lunch.
Niall: Can you make it to the movie thing tomorrow night ? I want you to meet someone XD

I sighed as I set my phone down. They've been trying to get me to go out frequently ever since it happened. I had to go. They truly were good friends but I felt I never gave much love back.

I washed my face and cleaned up a bit before making my way back towards my bed. I looked at the time in my alarm clock. It read 1:29 AM. I suddenly got the feeling that this was sure going to be a long night. I grabbed my journal, sat against the wall and began writing. It was a song I had written, it was mostly about Zoe but in a way all of this kept me going.

“I said okay!” A voice yelled out.

I scrunched up my nose in confusion as I listened to the voice next door. These walls weren't pretty thick to be exact. Wait. But I thought the couple next door was staying in the states for a while. I shrugged it off as I continued on with my writing. I hadn't gotten sleep lately so I dismissed it as my mind playing tricks on me.

“Where is it ?!” The voice yelled out again.

It was a woman's voice. Were Dean and Lorraine back home ? I set my journal down as I placed my head right next to the wall with my right ear pressed against it so I could hear better. It was silent at first but I began hearing things being shuffled around and light footsteps heading closer to me.

Light sobs began echoing through my ears. I could hear this girl crying. I sat back and ran my hand through my hair not knowing what to do. Should I go check on her ? No, that's a terrible idea it's like 2 am. She would probably think I'm some type of killer or a psycho stalking her. The image of a girl laying in bed alone while crying her eyes out crossed my mind and so without giving it more thought I brought my hands to the wall and knocked lightly. No response. It even got quiet. I knocked once again.

“Are you alright over there ?” I eagerly ask.

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~Alex’s POV~

“I'm fine.” I answered barely audible. I quickly sat back up and wiped my tears. “Thanks.”

“No problem.” The voice answered again. It was a man’s voice, deep but calm.

“Do you want to talk about it ?” He asked.

“No. It wouldn't really matter. And I'm sure you have more important things to do then to listen to me.”

“Well you sounded quite upset. So what happened ?” He asked once again completely ignoring what I had just said.

“I guess I'm just really missing someone right now.” I answered honestly.

“Me too.” He admitted. “It's horrible but hey uhm let's not talk about that, so tell me about you. What are your dreams ? Any aspirations ? Tell me anything.” He added, changing the subject.

I smiled a bit as I wiped the rest of my tears and sat back up. Who is this guy ?

“Are all British people this nice ?” I asked while chuckling a bit.

“I sure would like to think so, now go on.” He encouraged.

“Well I just moved here from America about three weeks ago. As for my dreams and aspirations. I have one word really, music. I would honestly love to be apart of anything that has to do with music.” I answered.

“Very interesting. Stranger-neighbor. Would it be weird if I were to say that my dreams are the exact same.” He asked.

“Not as weird as us talking through a wall.” I giggled.

“Touché.”

***two hours later***

“I think they're a good band actually.” I said while talking about the Beatles.

The last hour had consisted of this boy and I talking. The talk was made up of our ideas, thoughts and feelings which is why we decided not to say our names yet. It was a ‘cool secret thing’ to do according to him. Even though I couldn't see him or even hear his real voice due to the wall in between us, I could tell he was truly an amazing person. He had even made me forget the whole reason why even was sad in the first place.

“I think we should sleep it's late.” I yawned as I pulled my covers over myself.

“Wait will we talk again soon ?” He soon asks. “I really enjoyed it.”

I smiled, “Sure.” I replied.

“Promise ?”

“Promise.”

“Now go to sleep, and thank you for listening. You definitely made my night better.” I said as I began
closing my eyes.

“You're the first person in months I've talked to like this so thank you actually and goodnight.” He added.

I smiled again and sighed.
“Goodnight.”

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