kenopsia [h.s]

★14☆

Space Oddity > David Bowie

Kick him when he's down > The Offspring

How soon is now? > The Smiths

Dublin in Ecstasy > Inhaler

"Is it here?"

"Yep, thank you for driving me." I smile and remove the seat belt once Sam pulled over in front of Sadie's house. My brother shrugs his shoulders and extends his open hand palm towards me.

"It's actually 10 bucks for the ride."

"Yeah, right." I scoff and grab my denim shoulder bag lying on the floor, ignoring his hand "I'm your sister and thanks to me you got a new girlfriend."

"Thanks to you?" Sam chuckles, raising his brows and lowering his arm.

"Yes, you took my advice on Halloween, she saw you in your costume and that's how you got the girl. She literally asked you to be his boyfriend at the end of the night."

"Yeah, that has never happened to me before." He shakes his head incredulously but with a small grin. When Sam told me Danna was the one that asked him to be an official couple, I couldn't believe it either but I thought it was cool that the girl made the first step. And that really helped Sam, because he was scared to ask her to be his girlfriend after everything that happened with his ex. Sam wanted to be with Danna, he was just afraid to open up again, to love someone new, but he was trying for her and for him.

"I really like her." Sam invited her last week to have dinner with us and everyone loved her, my mom was so thrilled.

"Me too." He sighs and then stretches his neck peering outside the window "I think it's gonna rain pretty hard, do you want me to pick you up later?"

"Mmm, I'll call you, probably one of the guys will give me a ride or I will just call a taxi."

"Alright, call if you need me."

"I will, bye Sam."

I grab the car handle and open the door to get out, closing it behind me. A cold breeze hit my face and as soon as Sam's vehicle drove away on the streets, the dark cloudy sky broke into a soft thunder. A lightning illuminating the pitch black of the night. My boots cross the path of Sadie's front yard and stop in front of the garage, noting the door a bit opened. I frown when I hear no sound of instruments or loud voices. I knock, pushing the garage door open and stepping inside.

I didn't expect to find Harry laying almost at the end of the large couch, sleeping with his knees bent. I take careful steps to not wake him up, but I notice he has his headphones on. Leaving my bag on a table nearby, I approach his resting body. I can hear the distant sound of the music coming from his headphones and his soft snores. His hands are intertwined together holding a walkman laying on his chest, a red cardigan covering his arms.