Bittersweet (Jai & Luke Brooks)

Chapter 9

"I think we can make that happen, nice one," Logan praised her sister, holding her hand up for a high five to which Harley grinned and slapped it. 

"Thanks," She beamed proudly. 

"Is that it though, you just want to stick an air horn to the wall and that's that?" Logan said after a few seconds of silence. 

"Well no, that could be just the start of it," Harley said, her fingers picking at the bed thread. She glanced up at her sister who was sat at the desk, her feet on it as she leaned back staring up at the ceiling. "Any thoughts?"

"Yeah, don't really know if it'll work though, it's just a small one," Logan said, she pursed her lips, her eyebrows furrowing. 

"You need to be more confident, I won't judge so tell me," Said Harley. 

"Maybe we could get an air freshener and one of those black things-"

"You mean a zip-tie?" Harley laughed, throwing her head back. 

"Yeah," Logan laughed with her. "Anyway, tighten one of those on the button bit and throw it into their room or we could paint soap with one of your clear nail polish and leave it in the shower."

"Do both," Harley suggested, shrugging her shoulders. "Got anymore ideas? I know you have it in you." She winked. 

Logan turned to look at her sister suspiciously, her feet planted on the floor firmly. "Why are you suddenly playing pranks on the boys, you don't just suddenly turn from being the sister that tried to stop me from stealing from shops and shit to doing this."

Harley stared back, slightly put off by her sisters bluntness. "I just wanted a bit of fun, we've hardly had that in our life time, Logan, I think it's time we start to talk about this."

Logan stared down at the floor, her hands in her lap. "You seem so fine about it."

Harley let out a scoff and stood up from the bed, kneeling in front of her sister. "I'm never going to get over the people we lost, it hurts a lot but I'm not going to let that stop me. I'm proving mum and dad wrong and I'm proving Theresa right, I owe it to her. We owe it to her."

"Why did they leave Harley? It was fine, everything was good, what made them leave?" Logan's bottom lip began to quiver, tears began to shed from her eyes and couldn't help herself from launching herself into her sisters arms. 

The two sat on the floor, crying and hugging each other. That was how they stayed until a knock on the door startled them. 

Luke's head popped in between the crack, a smile on his face which soon dropped at the sight of two red eyed girls on the floor. He pushed himself into the bedroom and dropped beside the two. 

"What's wrong?" He asked them, looking at Harley with worried eyes. 

Logan watched as the two communicated with their eyes and sighed, getting up. 

Harley looked up at her. "Where are you going?" She asked. Her heart began to speed up when arms wrapped themselves around her shoulders. 

"To talk to one of the lads," Logan smiled sadly and shut the door behind her. 

"Why were you crying?" Luke asked after a few minutes of silence. His hands were running up and down her arms soothingly, his chin resting atop of her head. 

"Just the past," Harley mumbled into his chest, her hand resting on his shoulder as she hugged herself closer to his heat. 

"I'm sorry," Luke muttered. 

"For what?"

"Not being there sooner," He winked, smiling at her small burst of laughter. 

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