Brother

Eleven

Ellie's POV

Time has felt as though it is standing still. I have everything packed and ready, my plane ticket is in my purse, and Louis has already arranged an Uber to pick me up and bring me to the airport.

It's around 4:30pm, and I've been home from school for about an hour. It's Thursday, and today was the last day of school before break. I've been watching That 70's Show on Netflix to keep my mind at ease, but the more time passes the more excited to leave I become. My flight leaves at 8:35am tomorrow, so I'm being picked up to go at around 6:45am to make sure I have plenty of time.

I can't wait to see Louis. We've been talking on the phone and texting back and forth almost all the time. It's hard because of the time difference, but we still manage to do so. I've talked to Harry only once on the phone. It was a very quick conversation, if you can even call it that. Louis handed him the phone so he could go run and do something, if I'm being honest I think it may have been a bathroom run. But anyways, Harry's voice was so beautiful over the phone, and I can't image what it'll sound like in person when I'm face to face with him. Louis told me that Harry is staying with him, and asked if it was okay with me. I may have jumped the gun with a very quick "yes" response, but he didn't seem to mind it. To be honest though, I have these feelings that come up when I think about Harry. And I don't know what they are yet, but I feel like they'll probably intensify when I'm with him in the same room, or shall I say house, in less then 48 hours.

Louis told me that they'd both be picking me up from the airport tomorrow, so I'm looking forward to that. Sense the plans have been set, Louis and I have exchanged several photos, so I think we'll recognize each other when I get off the plane. There have been quite a few pictures that have had Harry in them, and I don't think I'll be able to miss him in a crowd. He's absolutely gorgeous, and I think no matter how I fight these feelings I have for him, that fact won't diminish.

I really want to ask Louis if he'll give me Harry's number, just incase I can't get ahold of him, but then I think of Harry, and how he might find it weird that his best mates little sister wants his number, so I push the question aside every time we talk.

Before I know it, the episode of That 70's Show I've been zoning out to ends, and Netflix starts up the next one. I snuggle into the couch further as the sun begins to set. My bags are to my right at the front door, and I can't help but glance over at them and become jittery for my flight tomorrow.

I can't help but imagine what it's going to be like, stepping off the plane and meeting my brother for the first time. He's told me so many childhood stories of before my parents and I left, and I can't help feeling like I've known him, and this is nothing but a reunion. Which I guess in some ways, that's true, but it's also the first time I'll be meeting him sense I subconsciously pushed him out of my conscious mind, so there's that.

In so many ways this trip feelings like I'm going home and not just on a trip. With my parents away on business and hardly ever home, I'm basically living by myself. The fact is, even though I've lived in this house for as long as I can remember, it doesn't feel much like home anymore. Sure I live with my childhood pets, but without the clutter and noise of my parents being around, the whole atmosphere is unlike the one I grew up in. I guess what I'm saying is that I hope I find the feeling of Home again while I'm with Louis.

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My body stuns awake, to the sound of my alarm beside me going off. I rub my eyes then take in my surrounding. I'm on the couch, in my living room, and the tv in front of me is still on Netflix. I must have fallen asleep to it last night because the words "Are you still watching?" are on the otherwise dark screen. I glance at the time, and it's 6:15am. I instantly become wide awake when I realize today it the day, and I'll be on a plane to England in less than five hours!

After rubbing away the sleep from my eyes, I push the quilted lady bug blanket off my lap, and walk across the room to the small door on the far left side of the wall to my small bathroom. After I've finished my business in there, I click the tv off and head across the house to my room, where I change into my cloths for the plane ride. I wanted to look cute but I also knew the flight would be long, 11hours to be exact. I settled on my favorite white sweater, some cute black leggings and my most beloved pair of black converse. Once I was dressed, I walked back to my bathroom to braid my hair, and put on some simple makeup of concealer, and curling my eyelashes, and fixing my pesky eyebrow hairs to lay down properly.

Once I was finished with that, I walked into my kitchen to find something to hold me over. I settled on a chocolate, peanut butter granola bar, and opened the crinkling wrapper to eat it. I'm so excited and nervous about today I don't think I could stomach anything more than that.

I glance up at the green glowing numbers on my oven to see the time displayed. 6:32am. My Uber will be here in less than 10minutes! I can't contain my jitters now, I'm going to be in England by the end of the day!

I throw away my granola wrapper, then go back to the living room to where my phone is laying on the couch charging. I click the power button to see I have a few messages on my screen. The first one read...

"5:43am
Louis: We can't wait to see you here today! Please keep me updated on your travels! We'll be at your gate at the airport, save travels sis!"

The next one was also from Louis, but this one took me by extreme surprise, and sent a wave of butterflies through my stomach.

"5:48am
Louis: Harry and I have decided that if for any reason you can't get ahold of me, you should have his number just to be safe. Please put this into your phone and text Harry so he has you're number as well. Here it is 201-165-9984"

I immediately unlock my phone and put the number into my phone. As I'm about to shoot a text to Harry I hear my Uber pull up outside.

I quickly run around and say goodbye to my animals and then grab my bag, locking the door, checking it, more times then needed, and walk over to my Uber. He helps me place my bag into the back while I keep my purse with some carry on things in it with me.

Now that I'm sitting down and on my way to the airport for quite possibly the biggest moment in my life so far, I can't help but stare at my phone wondering what I'm going to type to Harry.