All Eddie can hear through the wall is the sound of water softly knocking against bathroom tiles.
A low, masculine voice joins after a while, humming the melody of a song that's all too familiar. Eddie can't recall the name of the track, only knows that it's played on every goddamn music channel as of late.
Then, the voice turns all velvety and angelic as his new neighbour’s belting out fucking Madonna during showering.
The man knows the lyrics by heart, it seems. He's becoming more confident as he's getting into it, because now Eddie can hear every word loud and crystal clear.
Eddie’s not sure if he's furious for being interrupted during his precious songwriting process, annoyed that the choice of music couldn't get any more mainstream, or intrigued by the guy's gorgeous singing voice.
He's probably all three.
By the end of the week, it's the latter. This guy can sing.
And he's ridiculously hot, Eddie finds out on a Friday night when he's coming home exhausted from work, not ready in the slightest for the encounter when the guy’s front door swings open, revealing him in all his glory.
He's tall, around the same height as Eddie. Broad shoulders, definitely a sportsman or a former jock. Long legs underneath the shortest shorts Eddie's ever seen.
The worst of all, the guy's got a soft look about him. A pair of nerdy glasses are sitting on his nose, brown hair beautiful and thick, probably would be silky soft to touch.
The smile he gives a dumbstruck Eddie is radiant. It lights up his beautiful brown eyes, his whole face looking like he's straight from a magazine.
If Eddie's got a weak spot, then that's hunky men with golden hearts and eyes that could downright destroy him with a single glance. He'd fucking combust if the man ever looked at him pleading.
This guy's got them all and more. The musician in Eddie is screaming, because he's heard his voice through the wall, seeks it out every night at around 9 pm, antsy and buzzing with excitement.
Eddie would even buy a fucking ticket if he had to. Would blow all his money from his shitty minimum wage job and become homeless. Live in a cardboard box by this guy's window to hear him sing fucking Take On Me by A-ha.
He hates pop music. Has he mentioned that yet?
By the start of the second week since he heard the guy sing, he's developed a full-on school boy crush on him.
At the age of 28, Eddie’s pining after a gorgeous brunet who just moved next door at the end of last month.
His name is Steve Harrington, he finds out when he peeks at his neighbour's mailbox on his way to band practice with the boys.
He can't help himself. Eddie's always been a weak man, apparently even more so for a guy named Steve.
Eddie’s so, so fucked.
— There's a fic about this now that I've been working on, called 'I'm Hung Up On You', go check it out if you liked the idea!! —
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