You can supply love in the same way you demand it. There can be too much, or not enough. Yet, when it meets in the perfect middle - the equilibrium - there's nothing more fulfilling.
Amelia Claxton is the epitome of a perfect student. Top of her cl...
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AMELIA CLAXTON OCTOBER 27TH, 2021
"Harry!" I call from the bathroom. "Can you bring the clothes basket with those folded towels? I want to make sure there are extra for Adeline!"
It's fall break and my sister, Adeline or 'Addy' as I have always called her, is coming to visit for a few days. The flight number she sent me had her landing at JFK around four this afternoon, meaning she'd be at my place around six with the rush hour traffic of Manhattan.
Harry comes into the bathroom, basket of towels in hand and I begin putting them into their places. I had invited Harry to come over today and help me clean the apartment before my sister arrived. My plan is for him to be out of her sight at five so my sister doesn't see him and I can tell her that her sister is expecting by myself.
"Thank you, H. Is the living room ready to go? Bedding on the couch? Everything ready for her arrival?" I ask, a bit frantic.
"Everything is just as you asked. Stop stressing, love. It isn't good for you and the baby, Mia," he says with a reassuring squeeze on my shoulder. I fiddle with the bags of little self care items on the bathroom sink. I had bought a bunch of small things for my sister to feel more relaxed here. Sort of a 'I'm sorry I didn't tell you were going to be an aunt' gift.
"Why don't you stay here and fix up Adeline's stuff? I'm gonna go put away your dishes in the sink. Just relax, darling. Everything's gonna be alright." Right as Harry finishes with his affirmations, there's a knock coming from the front door.
I give Harry a puzzled look and he catches on to my confusion. "I'll go get it, stay right here." Quickly Harry heads out from the bathroom and I hear his footsteps jog to the door. When he opens the door, there's a loud shriek. I know that voice all too well; I have known it all my life.
I hear the voice say, "Oh my god, I'm in the wrong apartment."
Followed with Harry saying, "No! Your sister is here. You're Adeline, yeah?" Another shriek. I run from the bathroom to confirm the voices I am hearing aren't a dream. When I round the corner, I spy my baby sister standing in my doorway. She's holding her suitcase tightly and her eyes move back and forth between Harry and I quickly.
"AMELIA MARIE CLAXTON," my sister shouts. Frantically, her eyes move back and forth from me to Harry. "Why is Harry fucking Styles in your apartment?" Her eyes stare into me and my plans of surprising her gently with the news of her upcoming aunt status fly out the door.
There's no hiding my bump with the one piece loungewear I am sporting. I pull the oversized shirt I am wearing over it tighter around my middle; a bright purple linen button up that was stolen from Harry.
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