"Please tell me, Katie. I want to know!" Harry pled. I just laughed at him.
"Do you really want to know, Mr. Styles?" I asked him all serious-like.
"I do really want to know, Miss Daniels." I looked back at him. He had himself propped up by his elbows. I gently pushed him down and then kissed him.
"If you want to know...you'll have to catch me." I jumped up, getting ready to run, but then I heard a blood curdling scream. I knew whose scream it was too. It was my little brother Devin.
"Harry, I think something happened," I said. He stood up and we ran inside the house. My feet automatically brought me to my brothers' room. I swung the door open to find Devin on the floor screaming and holding his left arm. Trevor, Matty and Bradley saw me in the doorway.
"What happened?" I asked as I went to Devin's side.
"He jumped off the top bunk and he hurt his arm." Trevor said, his voice was shaky.
"What did I tell you boys about jumping off the bed? Now look what happened!" Harry came into the room and knelt on the other side of Devin.
"Shh. It's alright, Devin. Everything is going to be alright," Harry said. I just loved how good he was with my brothers. Gosh, that made him even hotter.
"Devy, let me see your arm," I said.
"NO!" Devin screamed.
"Come on, Devy. Let me see your arm."
"NO!"
"The only way to know if your arm is ok little bud, you need to let your sister look at it," Harry said. And Devin listened to him. Devin showed me his arm.
"It doesn't look broken to me, but that doesn't mean it isn't," I said. I picked up my brother.
"Come on boys, we're going to the hospital to get Devy's arm checked." Harry stood up at the same time I did. Trevor, Matty and Bradley followed me and Harry to my blue Dodge Durango. I handed Harry the keys and I continued to hold onto Devin as I got into the passenger seat. Trevor, Matty and Bradley got in the back seat.
"Buckle up, kiddos," Harry said as he pulled out of the driveway. Little Devin whimpered in my arms.
"Shh, everything is going to be alright Devy. I promise," I whispered.
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poor little Devy.
-Ari Horan-
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