the new year

sixty-seven

S I X T Y - S E V E N :

four missed calls from Belle

Belle
Harri pick up the fucking phone
Delivered at 8:33 AM

Belle
HARRISON DAMIEN STILES
Delivered at 8:37 AM

Rolling over to his ringing phone, that had rang way too many times for what time it was, he rubbed his eyes quickly and then picked up the phone, allowing his eyes to adjust the the light on the screen. Why was his sister ringing him so relentlessly?

"What do you want?" Harrison responded when he pressed the golden mobile to his right ear, his voice groggy from just waking up. Belle scoffed from the other end of the phone, how bloody dare he greet his amazing sister in that manner.

"Morning to you too, it's great to hear from you!" She spoke back enthusiastically with a roll of her eyes, even though he couldn't see her, he could sense her sarcasm.

"Sorry, I've just woke up, is everything alright?" He said more calmly now with his apology, he didn't mean to sound harsh he was just tired, they'd all finished filming late in the night as they were finalising the beach scenes and Harrison was doing Cameron's story that night, which was needed in the dark to captivate the fellas vibe.

"It's fine," She reassured "Also before I say what I called for, you kept it very bloody quiet didn't you?" She asked with a cheeky grin, she was correct about one thing on Oak's birthday; it would change everything for them and it seems like it had.

"Kept what quiet?" He wasn't sure if he was genuinely clueless or if it was his tiredness that was playing it's part in his dumbness.

"Yours and Oak's date," She said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. He was also very surprised that she knew because nobody did other than the cast, crew and The Blue, alarm bells abruptly rang in his head, there was no way, was there? Who was he kidding, of course, there was a fucking way, they always found a fucking way.

"How'd you know about it?" He quizzed anxiously, he secretly prayed that someone had told her because she was asking and not because of what he thought it was, the god damn nosy mother fuckers.

"Yeah. . .Uh, that's what I needed to talk to you about," She sighed, knowing that it'd kill him. It was their job to get pictures of famous people, yes, and they couldn't help that but they really didn't know what privacy was, they invaded it like Britain invaded eighty different nations, they were great people at heart but were wankers when it came to personal space.

"The photos were only released this morning in multiple articles claiming that playboy you had a new flame, the internet is going wild and not the good kind of wild," She explained sympathetically. There were several photos of them together three nights ago and they appeared to be having fun, there were a few of them coming in and out of the tattoo studio, some of them sat on the wall at Letchworth State Park, then them holding hands as they got up to walk further down, them at the bottom near the waterfall and one of them kissing, which was what set the internet alight.

"What are they saying?" He asked letting out a deep sigh of frustration, throwing the covers off of himself, stretching quickly and then getting out of bed. This was ridiculous, how didn't they hear them taking shots or how didn't they see them?

"I must admit, the high majority are hate comments towards Oak, I don't know what it's got to do with any of them anyway," She responded feeling guilty, this was the only bad thing that could jeopardise their relationship, shitty bloody people. "I mean at least you had fun, right?" She added to try and ease the tension, she knew that her brothers mind was doing that thing where he zoned out and his head would be working like cogs in a machine and wouldn't stop until he found something to make things better.