*Olivia's POV*
"Olivia Styles!!" your mom yelled up the stairs impatiently, "Get down here! Your brother, Harry, will be here any moment!"
"Coming!" you yelled back down to her as you turned off the blaring Atlas Genius that was coming from your speakers. Ever since Harry had become famous, you had pretty just become...well the second choice, 'the sister' of the cheeky boy who could sing. You didn't blame Harry though, you were soo proud of him and he was probably the only one, well besides your best friend, Peyton, that still loved you for you...even your parents got lost in the light most of the time.
"Jesus," you hear from behind you followed by a thump onto your bedroom floor. You quickly turned around startled,
"We have a front door for a reason Peyton."
"Yes but coming throught the window is more suspenseful, plus I really didn't want to be caught in the 'coming home' stress that your mom gets into," she told me putting air quotes around are coming home. We all knew that my mom stressed...i mean like stressed out whenever there were people... that were coming over to the house.
"Well, shall we?" Peyton asked me gesturing to the open door. As we walked down the hallway we heard the front door open and my mom screaming "MY BABY!!" Yup, Harry was definitely home. We both scurried down the stairs to see a much taller, and more muscular version of my older brother...
"Hazza!!" I yelled, catching his attention and throwing myself into his arms just as my parents had done moments earlier. I was soon surrounded by his comforting smell and that warm embrace that I missed so freaking much!
"Hey O!" he said, smiling, and using the nickname he gave me so many years ago. "Oh my! Look at those teeth," he said pulling my lips up rather rudely to inspect my newly no-braces teeth. "Well don't you look stunning" he said, with a genuine smile.
"That's what I said," my father jumped into the conversation with ease, "We'll have to get our baseball bats ready Harry, the boys will be knocking soon," he said with a casual wink in my direction. I blushed but had no one particular in mind. I heard Peyton snort from behind me and I was reminded of her presence which I had forgotten about in the excitement of the moment.
"Styles, the last time I saw you hold a baseball bat you ended up hitting your best buddy, Mark, and yourself in the nuts. If you ever attempt to get in a 2 mile radius of any weapon of possible destruction, please warn me at least a day in advance so I can evacuate the innocent citizens. " she was right my brother was an object of mass destruction by himself.
He turned his head in her direction so fast I swear I got whiplash just watching. I'd like to say that they were just like me and Haz. A brother, sister relationship. But even though they both denied it and tried their very best not to show it. They were always a little more than that. I mean there where no serious kissing or holding hands or anything. But, you could just tell by the way they look at each other. Full of secret love and adoration. Anyways so, he was surprised by her presence just as much as I was. He ran over to the stair case where she was standing and wrapped his arms around her waist, picking her up and spinning her around. She threw her head back and laughed, wrapping her arms around around his neck and letting one hand entangle into the crazy mess of curls on the top of Harry's head.
"Eckkk, bleeckk!" I made dramatic gagging sounds from my hunched position over the couch. They immediately pulled away and Harry cleared his throat as if he hadn't almost kissed my best friend. The reddish tint immediately rushed up to my older brothers cheeks, a curse that runs in the family. Peyton got away easy with her naturally tan skin tone.
My parents has retreated into the kitchen getting the last preparations ready for Hazzs welcome home dinner. Peyton grabbed a few of Harry's bags and started to carry them up the stairs. He made a sudden movement to stop her but backed off when he saw that she could handle them just fine. Confusion etched across his face as he looked at me. I shrugged and made a mental note to congratulate my bestie on completely dissing my brother later. I smirked as Harry picked up the rest of his bags and headed up the stairs after her.
I turned on my heels and was about to head into the kitchen when I heard the doorbell ring. Who the hell would be at our house at this profound time of night? Another round of obnoxious high pitched melodies made me not like the person at the door whoever it was.
"OH MY GOD!!! DON'T YOUR PANTIES IN A WAD!!!!" I yelled at the stranger as I reached for the metal doorknob. I twisted it and opened the door for the annoying stranger who I already did not like.
"Gosh, finally! How long does it take to open a fucking door?" an unfamiliar accent said as the stranger shouldered his way past me and into our living room, dropping his bags down in the process. Wait! Bags?? No wait you just entered my house like your own pushing me out of our way in the process. Oh hell no!
