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E I G H T Y - O N E

"So I'm going to assume I get front row seats for tomorrow night," Kennedy said as she sat across from Reagan. They were eating dinner together, their parents having left for some fancy event at their father's label.

Reagan smirked, "Is that all I'm worth to you? Front row tickets?"

"No..." Kennedy said, taking a bite of her pizza, "VIP access too."

"Get out of here," Reagan said, throwing a balled-up paper napkin at her little sister.

Kennedy laughed, "No, but really, Rae. You're going to hook me up, right?"

Reagan rolled her eyes, "Yeah. The boys made sure you'd get tickets."

"Really!? Whose idea was it?" She asked, clearly wanting it to have been Louis'.

"Harry's, who else's?"

A little letdown, Kennedy still joked, "Huh. Well, I imagine he does want to be on my good side."

"Shut up."

The boys' first concert for the US leg was tomorrow night, and of course after such a hectic week, Reagan felt a bit more at ease to finally be home, even if it was with Kennedy. Still though, after a week of minimal contact with Harry, she felt frustrated. Yeah, it was what she wanted, but then again it so wasn't.

"So..." Kennedy said, taking a sip from her can of soda, "How are things with the supreme bitch?"

Reagan shuddered slightly. She had been blessed to not have to deal with Hailey for the past few says since she was in the studio "working hard", but she had been a nightmare since they had come back from Norway. She would constantly prod at Reagan, making subtle jabs at her that no one else would really understand. And perhaps most frustratingly of all, she was about to go on her first date with Harry, so of course she wouldn't shut up about it, especially around Reagan. So what could Reagan do? Nothing. She just pretended as if she could care less, and continued doing her job.

"Fine."

"Doesn't seem fine."

Reagan grimaced, "Have you been gossiping with Louis again?"

Kennedy shrugged, "Well, since you won't talk to me I have to."

"And what has Louis been saying?"

"That something is very off between you and Harry."

"We're fine."

"You're not even acknowledging each other, how is that fine?"

"I've got it figured out, Kenz."

"No you don't, Rae. He may say he'll wait for you forever, but what if he doesn't? What if he falls for someone else while you're too afraid to admit what you're feeling to yourself."

"Kennedy, stay out of it."

"Rae, it's stupid to think that he's going to wait for you forever. Eventually he's going to get sick of playing this stupid game. God, I'm already sick of it! Just tell him you fucking love him!"

"It's not that easy!" Reagan said defensively.

"Maybe you're just the one making it hard."

Reagan got up from her seat, picking up her plate and placing it in the sink, "I'm going to bed."

"What you're going to run away from me too?"

"I'm not running away, Kenz."

"It's only eight."

"I'm tired."

"Bullshit." Kennedy called, "You're running away from your feelings."

Reagan turned to look at her sharply, "I'm not running away from anything."