Brother Styles

Reagan lost her mother and father when she was 6, to a car accident. This same car accident left her paralyzed from the waist down and an orphan. One day, Reagan meets a certain arrogant curly haired guy from the "big brother" program. Will they actually learn to like each other? (I know this sounds bad, but please give it a chance)


2. Suprise?

I woke up the next day around 9 am. Immediately I became excited and sat up in bed. I dragged my wheelchair to my bed and put on the brake so I could get in. Once I climbed in, I went to my small dresser where I had set an outfit the night before out.

The outfit was quite simple, but I liked it. I first put on my plaid shirt and white tank under it, with the undergarments of course, then moved onto my pants. This was a little bit harder. Eventually, my black leggings were on and I moved to my shoes. They were simple really, just some converse. I bought them from the thrift store a couple years ago. After that, I braided my hair and was done.

I looked back to Andrea's bed, and noticed she was still sleeping. I thought about saying goodbye, but then again, we're not really friends.

As I rolled down the hallway to the bathroom, I passed Ms. Bridges office and looked inside. She wasn't there.

I arrived at the bathroom and quickly did my business of brushing my teeth and such, before leaving. Thankfully, there were not too many tables in my way towards the living room.

The living room was that, a living room, but it was also where kids would go to be interviewed before they're adopted, or in my case, leaving for 3 months.

I wheeled into the room and immediately I saw a really tall guy talking to Ms. Bridges. He looked to be about 6'1" and had strangely long hair. He was also wearing dark jeans and a white shirt. I cleared my throat and they looked at me.

As soon as Mr tall looked at me, I knew what was going on. HE was my big brother. I wheeled further into the room and stopped next to them. "Hi. I'm Reagan, but call me Rea. You are?"

At first he almost seemed shocked, but then quickly recovered. "Hi. I'm Harry Styles. Nice to meet you." He held out his hand for me to shake.

I shook it and nodded. "Hopefully the same with you." At that, Ms. Bridges looked at me and shook her head. She tried to pass it off with a laugh and patted my shoulder.

"Where is your bag Rea?" I smiled happy that she had tried calling me by how I wanted to be called.

I looked back to the hallway and motioned with a gesture. "It's in my room. I'll go get it." Before I could even turn around, Harry stopped me.

"No please. I will get it. Where's your room?" Great. If this is how it's gonna be the whole time I'm gonna go crazy.

I quickly shook my head and turned my wheelchair around. "I can do it." I said just before heading down the hall. Quickly for me, which meant slow for normal people, I had grabbed it and was pushing it back.

Before I entered the living room again, I heard Harry and Ms. Bridges having a hushed conversation.

"She wants to be independent, but you always need to keep an eye on her. She needs help, wether she wants to admit it or not." I mentally growled before being purposefully noisy when bringing it in.

Harry smiled at me and took the suitcase. "Ready?" I looked myself over quickly and nodded.

He smiled and opened the door for me. Thankfully, there was a ramp I could use this time. Last time I tried to get into the building, I almost fell twice.

I waited for Harry's direction at the bottom, and he simply pointed to a black escalade which was already running. Upon further looking, I noticed there was already someone behind the wheel.

I wheeled over to the car, and opened the door. Right before I lifted myself up into the car, Harry ran behind me and picked me up and put me in. Mentally, I was strangling him, but physically I just said thanks and buckled my seatbelt.

He smiled. "No problem." He folded my wheelchair and put it in the back with my luggage. He got in the car and buckled up. "To the house please Gerard." The man nodded, and we drove off.

I turned to Harry. "So, what's your deal?"

He looked at me confused before replying. "What do you mean?"

I sighed and looked at him. "Clearly, you're not the kind of person to be in this program, and you don't seem like a creep who does this for other reasons, so why?"

He almost chuckled, but was more shocked than entertained. "I-I don't know what you're talking about. Let's drop it. Tell me more about you."

I looked at him and chuckled. He wouldn't avoid it for long. "I was in an accident 3 years ago, and since then I've been paralyzed from the waist down. That doesn't mean I need help though. I can do anything myself."

He smiled a little and nodded. "If you ever need help..." I looked at him. "not that you will, I'll be here." I could live with that. I nodded and he smiled larger.

We soon arrived at his house I couldn't help but sit in awe at the size. It was bigger than anything I'd seen.

He chuckled and the car stopped. He jumped out first and grabbed my wheelchair. Before he picked me up again, I stopped him and he stood back. I slowly climbed into my wheelchair, proud that I could do it myself. He smiled and grabbed my bag.

I wheeled towards the front door with Harry close behind. I stopped in front and he looked down at me before ringing the doorbell. Confused, I looked at him for an explanation I didn't get.

A blonde guy opened the door and looked at Harry quickly before holding the door open. I almost thought I saw confusion on his face.

Once I was in the house, the blonde closed the door and yelled. "Ey boys! Come down here!" I looke at Harry. Boys? More than one more? He smiled sheepishly and shrugged. "Surprise?"

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