Lego House

Chapter 4: The Best Laid Plans

Kara's POV

The home felt empty without the bright and exuberant presence of the two boys. Like an old spirit had finally got the closure its withered spirit had constantly needed and had seeped out through the opening of the front door in a whoosh of strong wind. Sierra looked around, her face drawn tighter as if she was deeply considering something before she turns to me with a fresh excitement standing out in her mint-colored eyes.

"Kara, we met them."

I turn to her, intrigued, "We did."

"We finally met them," she says with more conviction.

"Two of them, yeah," I counter, but I feel the smile tugging at the corners of my lips as I try not to break down crying.

A slow tear trickles down from Sierra's right eye as she looks over at me. 

"Kara, I can't even believe this right now. Hold me."

 I let a bell-like giggle trickle from my pink lips and rush to her side, enveloping her in a warm hug.

"Someone stroke that woman!' I yell into her auburn hair, earning me a tear-ridden laugh.

A second later my dad flings the door open and walks into the kitchen from the back hallway.

He places his hands over his bare chest and turns an unearthly red color through his brown skin.

"I didn't know we had company over," he begins while shooting me a pointed glare, "Hello, Sierra."

She sniffles loudly and wipes her eyes before looking up and murmuring, "Hi, Mr. Harden, it's nice to see you again."

"Same to you," he mumbles while slipping closer and closer to his hot chocolate resting on the counter. 

His X-Box headphones are around his neck and an off-white towel covers his bald head. He tries, but fails to cover his chest with one hand while juggling the hot mug in the other. 

"I'll see you girls later!" he calls as he quickly scurries back into the safety of his dimly lit man-cave. 

We hear him tell his mates that he's back before dropping the mug onto the floor, grappling with his controller and tuning back into the world of his game. I grab Sierra and pull her still hiccuping form back towards my newly clean bedroom and plop onto the bed. She settles herself across from me and I stare blankly into her shiny eyes as she wipes at the still shimmering teardrops crowding them.

"I met Harry Styles," I say, breaking the silence. She laughs loudly and I let out a few gurgling giggles before repeating the words again, "I met Harry freaking Styles!" 

I leap up onto the bed and jump up and down like I haven't done since I was ten.

"Kara, get down! Niall and I just finished making that bed!" Sierra yells while trying to grab at my legs and trip me.

"I'm sorry, I just can't-I mean, I'm just so excited, Si-Si!" I declare excitedly as I fall back down on the now mussed bedspread.  

I sigh and turn to her, "He's Harry Styles, Sierra."

We stare at each other in contemplative silence before my phone goes off with an ear curdling One Direction ringtone in Harry's voice. Sierra's already wide eyes widen.

"You better be glad that Harry left before that went off and he could hear it!"

I just exhale in relief and look at the screen to find an unfamiliar number. I shush my friend and place the phone to my ear, expectant.