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THIRTY-THREE

As Harry drove that morning, he started singing along to some pop song on the radio. He rolled the windows down and took in the air, he smiled as he passed by all the familiar places that started to look new again. He was convinced that this was the happiest he had in been in a very, very long time. He knew that this type of happiness was fleeting, that he had to relish in it as much as he could. And he was, all he was thinking about was Reagan. He couldn't help himself, he was just so astoundingly happy. Harry was such an obvious person too, unable to hide his emotions well. There had been a permanent smile etched upon his face since the moment Reagan had planted that kiss on his cheek, and it had yet to fade. It looked like he was either extremely high or extremely stupid. Louis would say both, no doubt.

Yet as he reached Reagan's house he could feel his heart racing again and the smile got bigger and all he could feel were butterflies in the very pit of his stomach. He felt silly, but at the same time, he felt so alive. It had been such an incredibly long time since he had felt anything at all for another person. He had been numbed so much by his career, that he forgot what this feeling felt like. He felt like himself again, like the guy he used to be before he had to change so much. He felt fucking alive again like he was a person. He didn't want to ever forget what that felt like again.

By the time he pulled up to the gates and was about to get out to ring the bell, the metal clanged and magically he was allowed in. He figured that it had to have been Kennedy, for had it been Reagan she would most certainly have made him wait outside. And that was okay, he liked it that way. He liked that nothing had to change between them, that she didn't see him as a celebrity but as an annoying boy who she just happened to fancy.

"Harry!"

He looked to see Kennedy frantically running down the driveway. He couldn't help but notice her wearing shoes very similar to Louis'. It made him chuckle as he unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car.

"Hello, Kennedy." He said, wrapping his arms around the tall, slight brunette.

She hugged him back, too tightly, "Hi! I've been waiting for you all morning."

"It's only seven-thirty."

"I've been up since four." She muttered.

Harry laughed, "What about your sister?"

Kennedy nodded towards the door where Reagan was coming out, holding her purse. She was dressed in something Harry had yet to see, a tight sundress, and he had to admit it drove him a bit mad.

"Good morning, sunshine." Harry said, waving towards Reagan.

She rolled her eyes and shut the door.

Kennedy shrugged, "Not a morning person."

"Or an afternoon person."

"Maybe just...not a person?" Kennedy pondered.

"Would explain a lot." Harry responded.

"Excuse me?" Reagan asked, standing before them.

Harry smiled, opening his arms to embrace her, "Nothing, love." He attempted to kiss her on the cheek, but Reagan just wasn't having it in front of her little sister.

Kennedy though, albeit distracted, was not blind. Reagan could deny it as much as she wanted to but Kennedy knew that something was going on between her sister and Harry.

Harry though, still happy as ever, turned to Kennedy and asked, "You ready to go?"

"Yes!" Kennedy responded unabashedly, not even waiting for Harry to open the car door. Instead, she simply jumped into the backseat before either Harry or Reagan even opened the door.