Chapter 1: The pink lace bra

                                    

                                          
It had been a week since we had moved here and everything was going perfectly. We had gone a few tomes clubbing, resulting into massive hangovers and meeting new people. Well, especially Lola. She had met some guy at the bar down the street, while I was puking in the toilets. Very nice. His name was Marc, he was way older than her, 30 years old, freaking creep. I warned her but she just brushed me off. Lola was more into one night stands and all that jazz, she had lost her virginity at a party when she was sixteen. I had done it once, with my ex-boyfriend Gabriel, a huge mistake that lasted 2 years. Anyways, I was more the romantic type. 
                          
"Guess where I'm going tonight?!" Lola bounced on my bed. "Ajfjbzehfrzemhh" I mumbled into my pillow, I looked at my watch, fucking lunch time. We had gotten home late last night, as we were "scouting for potential reproductive mates" for me, well Lola was doing the research, I was actually trying everything the barman had on the counter. "I'm going on a DATE with MARC in one of the FANCIEST restaurants in London." I rolled my eyes, "How exquisit dear, I'm truly blessed by this announcement." She responded by pouring some water on my head. This is war. I shrieked and launched myself on her "YOU BIATCH!" We eventually stopped tickling each other and fell in a giggling heap on the floor twenty minutes later. "God I'm starving!" She grinned, "I made some pancakes babycheeks! I won't probably come back home tonight, so I made it up to you!" She winked and I wiggled my eyebrows suggestively, "I seeeee, well I don't want your ass pregnant so be careful, ok?"  Lola nodded, gave me a bearhug and skipped back to her room. I took a nice long shower and decided to put on my pyjama shorts and an oversized jumper, just to stay at home.
                          
After eating, I realised it was my turn doing the washing, so I took out the freshly clean clothes out of the washer and layed them on the balcony. It was freezing outside, let's hope our panties won't turn into icicles. When I finished my book, I went to check on the drying laundry, picking up the few pieces that had already dried when I saw something was missing: my super gorgeous pink lace bra. Fuck I thought, it must have fallen or blown off, I look down, nothing down there. Shit. I sighed, too bad, it's always a good excuse to go shopping. 
                          
-----------------------------------------------------IN THE BOY'S APARTMENT 4th Floor NIALL'S POV
                          
I woke up, and groggily sauntered to the kitchen, man I was hungry. I opened the fridge to find some pancakes that Liam had made. I love you bro, I thought. As I turned to see the other guys, Louis and Harry were manoeuvring a fishing rod, trying to catch something further down. I shot a questionning glance at Liam and Zayn that were each reading the sports newpaper on the couch, Liam rolled his eyes "They're trying to catch our new neighbours' panties." I chuckled, what retards my friends were.
                          
I  had dug into the pancakes when Louis and Harry came bouncing back with something in their hands, waving it around as if it was some trophy. Harry grinned and took it from Lou, "Wowowow, that's fucking kinky!" He admired it, "I would say 85C!" Zayn walked up an grabbed it, "Imagine this on a girl...Must be hot as hell!"
                          
Louis snatched it back, and tried fitting it on, "Don't I look gorgeous! I think pink is the new black boys!" He winked at Haz and flirtily pulled on the pink strap. "Guys, cut it out! You have to give it back to them!" Liam shouted. I just continued giggling at the kitchen counter. "Niaaaaall, why don't you give it back!" I choked, "What?" Harry threw the bra at my face, "Don't you want to meet that sassy lady that wears this?" He winked. "Mate, you played with it, you're bringing it back." I gave it back to him. Harry pouted, Louis came rushing back to his best friend and started stroking his curls, faking hurt, "HOW can you be so mean to my Hazzabear?" I rolled my eyes, "We thought of bringing you to Nando's this afternoon but I guess..." I jolted up, "OKAY I WILL DO IT! But promise ou're bringing me to Nando's?" Louis pinky sweared. Liam looked at me and faked deception, "I thought you were better than this Nialler..." I just winked and dashed to my room to get dressed.
                          
-------------------------------------------------------------SASHA'S POV
                          
I was cleaning up the kitchen when someone rang, I could hear Lola's blowdryer so I went to get it. I opened the door and saw him. He was blonde, really cute, and that red polo really showed his abs, his hands were behind his back. I mentally cursed myself for not wearing something more glamourous. He turned around, and his eyes darted up and down my body, "Yes? Can I help you or are you waiting for Lola?" He looked at me quizzically then slightly blushed. "I-I-I'm sorry to bother you-but euuh this fell onto out balcony..." His Irish accent was overwhelming. Gosh he was soo hot. He showed me the pink bra. I blushed heavily, "Eurm thanks-shit this is embarrassing!" He chuckled and handed it to me. As I snatched it, my fingers lightly grazed his, it left little tingles everywhere. Oops. "I'm Niall by the way, are you the new neighbour?" "NeighbourS" I heard Lola speak behind me, she shook Niall's hand giving me a side-glance, "I'm Lola and this is Sasha, pleased to meet you." She pointed at me and left us, surprisingly Niall hadn't even been affected by Lola's charms like any other guy. He smiled at me and his phone buzzed, he checked it and frowned, "I'm sorry but I really have to go!" "Pleasure meeting you sir." I added poshly, adding a small curtsy. He giggled and returned the gesture, "The pleasure was for me Miss." He headed off and I closed the door. 
                          
Seconds later, there was another ring, I opened the door. Niall was standing there, a bit breathless, "I-I-Sorry to bother again, but can I get your number?" He blushed slightly. The butterflies in my stomach were going insane! I laughed, "Don't need to be so nervous Niall!" He handed me his phone and I entered the number, he grinned widely, "Thanks love! See you soon!" Love? I giggled and shut the door. I hoped I was going to see him soon enough. 
                          
----------------------------------------------------------NIALL'S POV
                          
After I had given her the bra and headed off towards our apartment, I felt a pinch of regret, I really wanted to see her again. What if I asked her for her number? She'll never give it, we just met for Christ's sake! Man up Nialler, I thought. I rushed back down her hallway and rang again. She opened and smiled. Man, I loved it when she did, her whole face lit up, she was insanely beautiful, and hot by the looks of those shorts. She typed it in and I waited to hear the door close to skip giddily back home. When I went through the door, Harry, Louis and Zayn jumped on me, "So?" "How does she look like?" "Is she 'bangable'?" I rolled my eyes and pushed them playfully off. I crashed onto the couch. "She fucking hot and beautiful man. And funny. And sweet. And the way she smiles is just...whoa and-" "My little leprechaun has a crushhhh!" Louis squealed, rushing onto the couch and squeezing me. "No no no, I just met her! And I call "dibs" on this one!" I shot Harry a glare, that put his hands up as a surrender, "Your girl, not mine!" "So, what's her name?" Liam asked. "Sasha." Just her name brought me to grin at the thought of seeing her again. "And I got her number." I added, Louis and Harry whooped, Zayn patted me on the shoulder and Liam smiled encouragingly. "Let's go to Nando's then!" Louis cried, we all headed outside.