Surviving the Harrison Boys (Re-write)

sixty-four // big sister

After getting a few hours of sleep, Reece and I decided we'd start getting ready for the day. As he was in the shower, I took it as an opportunity to call Oliver.

"Hello?" He answered.

"Hey," I didn't know why I felt so nervous. It wasn't the good type of nervous, either. I was genuinely scared to talk to him.

"So where've you been?" He asked.

"Around," I said. "I'm in Rochester now."

"Yeah, sorry about your mom."

"Thank you." I ran a hand through my hair. "I'm sorry about not telling you. Everything kinda happened quickly."

"Don't apologize." He sighed. "I get it. Life can get in the way of things."

"Yeah, um," I heard the shower turn off. I decided to end the call. "I gotta go now. Coffee on me when I get back?"

"I'll take you up on that. Take it easy, love."

I smiled. "Thank you. Bye."

I hung up and plugged my phone back in to charge. Reece came out of the bathroom, a towel hanging dangerously low around his waist. He was using a smaller towel to dry his hair.

I almost became mad at myself for being so conflicted between Reece and Oliver. And what Liam said yesterday wasn't exactly helping me.

"My boy's madly in love with you."

"Hey," he threw the smaller, semi-wet towel at me. "Are you okay?"

In that moment, staring at him, all wet and glistening, I came to one conclusion:

Reece Harrison was one sexy guy.

"I'm fine." I picked up the semi-wet towel from the floor and tossed it on the bed beside me. Reece had already walked over to his bed and had begun to get dressed.

"Shouldn't you be getting dressed?" He asked. "I mean, it's not my sister we're meeting."

"I should, but I'm starting to have doubts about this." I admitted. "What difference is it going to make now? What if she knew about me all this time and purposely didn't reach out?"

"Your parents literally kept you isolated your whole life. For all we know, she probably did try to reach out and they blocked her from doing so." He shimmied into a pair of jeans. "You got to give this a chance, Hunter. You can't just jump to conclusions."

"You have to see this from my point of view to understand."

"I am, and that's why I'm able to see that you're scared."

"I am not!" I countered. "I'm not scared of meeting her. I'm just scared of what she might be."

"What," he turned around to face me, "you're scared she might be like your mom, or like you?"

"Is there really a difference?" I asked.

"A big one." He said. "You know you're nothing like your mother. And that doesn't mean that because you're nothing like her, that Lia is going to be exactly like her. You're scared, just admit it."

"If I admit I'm scared, will you drop it?"

"Maybe," Reece smirked as he pulled a shirt over his head. He picked up the bigger towel and ran it over his hair again. When he pulled it away, his hair was sticking up in different directions.

I laughed at him and he smiled. "Do you think this is a good look for me?"

I shook my head, still laughing. I took a picture of him, and he began laughing too.