Brother

Seven

Ellie's POV

It's been two days sense I sent my letter to Louis. I payed for next day delivery so I assume he's gotten it. The anticipation to hear back from him is overwhelming. I wonder how he handled it when he waited to hear back from me. Surely he had to cope longer then two days of this feeling. I wonder if he's reading my letter right now.

It's currently 6:22am here. I've done the math and that makes it around 1pm over there in England. I haven't been able to sleep. I got maybe five hours at the most last night. I've just been laying in bed sense I woke up around four. My warm, pink flannel sheets are keeping me warm as snow starts to sprinkle the ground outside. I've decided to take a shower and warm up, try to clear my mind.

I lay there a moment longer before sitting up and lifting my warm blankets away from my body. I head over to my dresser to pick out some clean cloths to put on once I exit the shower. I pick some nice warm leggings and a baggy, white nit sweater. I also grab some grey and white, polka dot fuzzy socks. I sling all the cloths I've chosen to wear over my left arm and walk to my bathroom. I place the garments on my blue counter top and strip from the cloths I'm currently wearing.

I turn the shower on, I test the water to make sure it's nice and warm. Once I'm finally happy with the temperature of the water, I flip the switch up making the water run out of the shower head, and step in. I start by getting my hair nice and wet then adding in my shampoo. While I'm working it into my hair my mind wonders to my letter. I wonder if he'll be glad to see it. I wonder if he's been waiting for it. For me to reply. Wonder, wonder, wonder...

I'm snapped from my thoughts as the water hitting my skin turns cold. Goose bumps prickle my skin and I reach for the nob, instantly turning it to the left to bring in more hot water. When it does my muscles relax. I'm determined for that not to happen again, so I focus on my shower routine.

15minutes later I turn the water off, and open the curtain, grabbing my pink micro fabric towel and rapping my hair up, then grab my fluffy blue monogrammed "E" towel and dry off my body, then rap it around my cold skin. I lather on my favorite coconut scented lotion, then get dressed. I take my hair out of the towel and lazily braid it into two boxer braids. I put some of my Clinique facial lotion on, then walk out of the bathroom.

As I'm walking down the hall back to my room to watch Netflix, my stomach grumbles and I realize how hungry I am. I walk past my room and to the kitchen to find something to eat. I make myself a plate of snacks that include some cookies, goldfish crackers, and some cheese slices. I fill up my water bottle with some ice and water, then head back into my room to try and ignore the growing tension in my body as I wait to hear from Louis.

I spend what feels like forever scrolling past all the titles on Netflix trying to find something I'd like to watch. I finally land on Friends. Even though I've seen every episode at least six times, it's a good show to relax to and ease my mind. The episode starts and I feel myself sink into my bed, my warm sheets rapped around my body, and my phone laying right next to me. Who knows...maybe he'll text me.

Two episodes later, and an empty snack plate off to the side, I decide I should get up. I push the covers off, pause the upcoming episode, and pick up the plate from my bed, then walk into the kitchen. I set it down on the counter and walk into the living room. I open the front door and walk into the porch. The cold air surrounds me, and goosebumps form all over my flesh. I run down the steps and to the mailbox collecting my mail, then hopping up the stairs a rapidly getting back inside. I shut the door with all my weight pushed against the door to shut it along the tight doorframe.

Once back in the comfort of the inside warmth I go through the mail. Bills, and magazines are all that was there. I sigh setting them down. I walk through the house and back to my room. I jump back onto my bed, getting cozy under all the covers. The bed still warm from were I'd been laying before. I finally got all nestled up under the covers and hit the play button letting the next episode of friends play.

"Gum would be perfection" Chandler says, and even though I've heard it a hundred times before, I can't help but laugh out at his words.

Watching Chandler Bing awkwardly navigate his way through the episode helps me to let my mind be numb. That is until I hear the buzzing from my phone off to my side. I sit there a moment completely paralyzed before rolling to my side to pick it up.

The screen is black, and my thumb sits over the home button. I can't bring myself to click it. I'm too nervous to see if it could be him, but also not ready for the heart break if it's not. But I don't have to make the decision, because while I'm holding my phone in my hand, it vibrates and the screen lights up. I'd contemplated the two minutes in takes for my phone to flash the message again.

My stomach drops and my heart begins to race at a rapid pace when I see whole the message is from.

Louis.

My finger goes up to swipe the screen to open the message, and just then, another message comes through. Another message from him. My curiosity racing through my body forces me to sit up while I open messages on my phone. I click on Louis' messages and it pops open our conversation.

"So you know what I look like."

The text reads and underneath is a picture of him. My eyes tear as I look at the my first picture of my brother. His blue eyes staring into the camera look right through me. His smile is contagious as I feel my lips curl up. He has some stubble growing in on him cheeks. His hair is longer, and swoops down onto his forehead. I can see only the top of his white shirt. It dips down his chest and runs out of the line of the photo.

I peel my eyes way from the first picture to look down at the second. It's Louis and another boy. The other boy is gorgeous to say the least. He had dimples that dig deep into his cheeks and big piecing green eyes visibly full with emotion looking directly into the camera. From the picture I can see he's wearing a black button up shirt, but the buttons are open halfway down exposing his chest. Some black inc on his skin is visible but not enough to make out what they are.

I feel my cheeks heat up as I stare at him. I shake my head and question what the hell l'm feeling for this mystery boy and look down at the text that followed the picture.

"Myself and my best mate Harry Styles. He says hello and how wonderful it is to finally meet you."

Harry. And now he has a name.

I scroll back up to look at my brothers face. I see some resemblances between us. He's my brother. It doesn't feel real. The face I'm staring at is my blood. My older brother. I can't say it enough to make it feel real. The smile that's on my face doesn't budge. I don't realize I'm crying until a tear falls on my screen. I whip it way, and look back at the photos.

I have to reply, but what do I say. It hits me that no matter what I type, he won't care. He's my brother, and he wants just as I do.

To have a reply.

So I hit the message bar, and start to type. I can't believe I'm texting my brother...

And his friend.