Someone knocked the window. I shocked.
I released myself from harry and looked out throught harry’s car window. Anna.
“are you two gonna kissing all night
long?” she grumpled.
I exchanged look with harry and get
out from his car. “how long youve been watch, anna?” i murmured.
“10 minutes maybe.” She laughed.
“not funny.” I looked at a car
parking at my garden. “is that chris’s?”
She looked at that car too. “no.” she
said, confused. “no idea.”
When she opened the door, we heard
our mom screaming out our name. Instead of coming for her, anna ran to her
room. Well, i wanted to do that badly, too. But i have no chance.
She’s with a guy, probably the one
who had that car.
“rachel, this is Joe” she pointed at
that guy, “Joe this is Rachel.”
He offered his hand and i shake it. I
realized he has a green eyes, somewhat similiar for me. “I’m john Milward.” He asked
with, wait, a similiar accent for me too, “call me joe”
“Rachel.” I said as i taking seat at
the bar.
“So, rachel. I thougth you were at
the same school like my son is” he asked, friendly.
“well, i dont know any guy with
Milward’s”
“ oh no, he’s not using my last
name.” He said. My mom sat next to him. What
on earth happened?
“what’s his name then?” i asked, try
to be interested.
“harry.”
Of course not my harry. “hm, let me think.” Harry ....... harry who? “well, no
idea. Is he from 12th grader?”
“mm, he’s from your grade i think.”
I gathered all of courage. “harry
styles?”
“right! I know you’ll guess it.” He laughed
then my mom laughed too. I laughed too, my lips. Not my heart.
Its about 10 pm when i heard a loud
knock on my door, and my mom stepped in.
“well, rachel. I know that it has
been a long time since your father left us. And, well, he’s married now with
another girl.” She glanced at me. “i know its hard for you and amanda—“
“are you gonna marry him?” damn,
tears came to my eyes.
“well i thought you want a dad.” She
said. “you need it.”
“why dont just, its only us. Only three
of us.” My breath cathes so i pretend to cough.
My mom avoid my look, took a deep
breath and went outside.
Im not gonna let my mom marry him. Not
because i dont want a new dad. I do, really, i do. but i dont
want.............. i dont want to be harry’s sister. If im gonna be a part of harry’s
life, i’d rather choose being his enemy instead her sister. I love him too much
to let myself being his sister... i just—cant.
I dialed harry’s number.
“harry.” I said between my tears.
“are you crying? What happened?” he
seemed worry.
“is joe milward your—“ i tried to
speak clearly, “dad?”
“mm, yeah. Why?”
“where’s your mom?”
“oh—“ he said with a little
surprised tone. “they, split up”
I ended the phone and crying even
harder.
I skipped my classes today. Im not
ready for meeting harry—my future brother.
Ugh, this thought sucks.
“where are you?” harry called me.
“nowhere.”
“come on rachel, we need to get from
this mess.”
“how?!” i shouted. Well, its outta
of my control. Im blaming myself for that. “sorry, but this just too
complicated.”
“where are you?” he asked once more.
“walgrave.”
“okay, wait me.”
I looked to my left. Two little
girls with their parent having fun. An older one i guess, with light brown hair
and blue eyes, like her dad. Like anna
and my dad. And the younger one, with dark brown hair and eyes, like her
mom. Like me and my mom. Is that kind
of flashback? If only my dad didnt leave. We’re just gonna be fun. Anna said he
left because he wanted to marry younger woman. Im blaming that woman now.
Someone hugged me backward. And his hand
made my eyes tearing.
“i love you—“ theres a long pause
when he speaks. “more than i love my dad.”
“so what could we do? tearing them
apart?”
“what else we could do?”
I shoke my head.
“i will marry you someday and im not
gonna marry my own sister. Thats it.”
Whoa, i try my best to not smiling,
but how could i?
“so your suggestion is......” i
asked
“let them marry.” Wait, harry, you
make me confused. “then we runaway, together.”
I laughed, seriously. How many guys
asked their girlfriend to runaway? I love harry.
“would you?” he asked.
“harry, are you serious?”
“im not joking.” He turned to be
serious now. “it might be difficult, but my love for you is real”
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