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Hailey was a nightmare, which didn't come as a surprise to Reagan, but still proved to be a rather trying problem seeing as they were going to be spending a lot more time together. As it was, the few days Reagan was forced to spend with Hailey, were incredibly unpleasant. Especially since the boys weren't around.

Having left about a week and a half ago, the boys were already a few shows into the second leg of their tour. Reagan, already having gotten back some prints from the photoshoot the boys had before they left, began to work on the graphics for the album campaign, it helped that they had an actual name now. But it especially helped that they had already laid out what singles they wanted to release and when. So Reagan got a head start if only to let her mind focus on the task at hand instead of on Harry.

But already the second day after they had left and the studio was actually quiet and peaceful, Hailey barged in and demanded that Reagan take her shopping. Lydia having given Reagan strict orders to basically consent to Hailey's every whim, had to oblige. And so just like that, the rest of the week was dedicated to Hailey.

"Just ignore her." Kennedy said, helping Reagan place clothes into a suitcase as Reagan told her everything about her hellish week with Australia's newest sweetheart, Hailey Routh, "No use in fighting it."

"You think I don't try?" Reagan said, putting a dress back down onto her bed, "Yesterday she actually had me go on a Starbucks run for her and everyone in the studio. She then proceeded to say 'Oh look, she's actually useful!' and laughed her beautiful, delicate laugh."

"Are you kidding me!?" Kennedy said, slamming the suitcase shut.

Reagan shook her head, "She acts like the sweetest girl on Earth. I can't say not to her if she asks me for something. You know how she would make me look in front of everyone? She's just a-"

"Bitch?"

Reagan smiled bitterly, "Your words, not mine."

Kennedy shrugged, "I call them like I see them." She turned to look at Reagan, "Speaking of seeing, haven't seen much about the whole Hailey thing online. I thought you were supposed to be getting on that."

"No, I mean, Lydia hasn't said anything about it. I think she's in charge of that whole mess, not me."

"Well, I'm just saying, I've seen almost nothing about her and Harry being an item."

"What about just her?"

"Well yeah, how she's projected to be the next big 'Pop Sensation' and 'Move Over Taylor Swift! Hailey Routh has arrived!' all that typical bullshit." Reagan raised her eyebrows, but gave no other response. So Kennedy continued, "This morning though, I did see an article from some gossip website about how Hailey's been spotted hanging out at the boys' studio and hanging out with Harry. Nothing romantic as of yet though, I imagine they're building up to it?" Reagan remained silent, and Kennedy just couldn't help herself, "But let's be honest. Harry and Hailey don't even have a good ship name. What kind of ship name can they even get out of their names? None. Now you two? Haegan? Rarry? Stailey?"

Reagan grimaced, "What are you even talking about?"

"Well when you and Harry come out to the public you're going to be given a shipname. You'll be someone's OTP."

"O-T- What? Ship name? What, are we a boat?"

"Wow, grandma. Didn't know you were so behind on the times. Aren't you the boys' social media person? How could you not even know these things?"

"Not into the lingo."

"Past your time huh?"

"Well, in my day..." Reagan said with a laugh.

"Anyway..." Kennedy said, trying to get the conversation back on track, "As I was saying, after the whole pictures of you two leaking and people mobbing our house thing?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, some people started talking about you two, as you know, a couple. But since someone wanted to avoid social media and deleted all her personal accounts."

"Which is the responsible thing to do when something like that happens."

"Yeah, well, they've dubbed you Haegan and they're in love with the idea of you two being in love."

"Get out of here."

"I'm so fucking serious, Rae. People love you two together. They say they've never seen Harry happier. They're in love with the fact that you're not a model, that you're so smart and put together."

"And fat?"

"You're not fat."

"I'm not skinny."

"I'm not a model, thus I'm the opposite of one."

"You need to stop this bullshit. Is this the reason you two haven't sealed the deal yet? Because you think you don't look hot enough to be with him?"

"So many things wrong in that sentence..."

"I'm so serious, you need to get over yourself. You're not a model, you're so much better than that. You're you, Rae"

"That's so fucking cheesy."

"Well, what can I say. I've been around Harry for far too long." Kennedy laughed. Reagan sighed, making Kennedy immediately turn to look at her, "What?"

"I um, I'm going to tell him..."

"Tell him what?"

"That I love him." Reagan whispered.

"You are!?"

Reagan nodded.

Kennedy quickly threw the suitcases off the bed, pulling up the handle and leading them towards the door.

"What are you doing!?" Reagan said, trying to get her luggage back.

"Shipping you off to fucking Norway! You're telling him now before you back out again!"

"My flight doesn't leave for another two days, Kenz."

"You're not going to change your mind?"

Reagan shook her head, "No. But-"

"Oh, here we go."

"But," Reagan continued, nonetheless, "I will wait until the perfect time."

"There is no perfect time. It's like sex, it's an 'in the moment' kind of thing."

"What do you possibly know about sex?" Reagan said, crossing her arms.

"Nothing. Just speculating." Kennedy said, ignoring her sister's stare. "But really, if you just keep waiting, you're never going to do it."

"I'm not just going to blurt it out when I see him. Like imagine, in front of all the boys and staff, "Harry you know when I went to go see you at your house last month? Yeah, I actually went to go tell you that I fucking love you. I love you. Okay?"

"Wow, you fucking love him. That's intense."

"Shut up."

"Just don't change your mind." Kennedy said, pushing the suitcases aside to walk out of Reagan's room, "Don't live with regrets."

"Where are you going? You tore up my entire closet?"

Kennedy waved from the hallway, "Sorry, you only asked me to help you pack, not to help you clean up. But if you want more expert advice, you know where to find me!"

Reagan rolled her eyes, but a smile was still plastered upon her face. Who would've thought it would be her younger sister giving her advice on love?