Time was passing slowly, at least that's what it felt like. Reagan watched the clock on Kennedy's dresser and sighed, "Is your clock correct?"
"Yeah?" Kennedy said, not bothering to look up from her book.
"It feels like it hasn't moved."
"Maybe you're just staring at it too much."
"So what, I'm making it self conscious?"
Kennedy smirked, "Probably."
Reagan sat up and tried to take her mind off the time, "So, what's up with you and Louis."
"Didn't I already tell you?"
"Yeah, that nothing happened."
Kennedy shrugged, "That's because it didn't."
"Let it go, Rae."
Reagan ignored her little sister's request, "He hasn't texted you?"
"Don't change the subject."
"I'm just asking."
Reagan glanced at her phone and then at the clock, "He said he'd be done at eleven."
Kennedy closed her book, "Louis hasn't messaged me at all."
Reagan's expression remained neutral.
"Not that you would care, you're probably happy he hasn't."
"I'm not. I'm not going to say anything."
"Because anything you would say would be a lie."
"Why are you being like this? Isn't Louis a good guy?"
"That doesn't mean he's right for you, Kenz. I'm not going to say you shouldn't even be thinking about boys right now, because ha ha what a joke, nice try Reagan, right?"
Kennedy sighed in response.
"But come on, Louis has too much baggage. It's just not the right time for him to be thinking about dating. Especially not you."
"Can we just drop this?"
"Fine." Reagan said lifting her hands, "Whatever."
Kennedy picked up her book once more and began reading. Reagan, knowing that there was nothing else for her to do than to wait for Harry to check in since she had already finished all of her reading, laid back upon Kennedy's bed and tried to not overthink things.
She was exhausted. The boys had been doing great, of course, during their talk show interviews and even their radio spots. So at least that was a load off of her shoulders. But still, the release of their CD was eminent, and still they didn't have a final cut. She hadn't even listened to the album because Harry made her promise she wouldn't until it was finalized. Which in retrospect was a bad choice, but she figured that he must've written something he wanted her to hear,
Still though, there were ads, posts, and articles to be written, approved, and posted. The boys no longer would be able to fully manage their social media accounts because so much advertising would have to go on them, so once again she was in charge of that. And to top it off, she had three papers due at the end of the month. It was almost finals as well, it didn't help that the album would be released mere weeks before the end of the semester. At least when it was all over, she would be able to hide out in her apartment with her books, and attempt to relearn everything she had missed during her classes this term.
"How are things with you and Harry?"
"I'd say more than fine."
"Why would you say that?"
"Didn't he stay with you that whole week he was here?"
Reagan muttered, "Yeah."
"So...more than fine."
"We're in an okay place right now."
"I'd say more than okay."
"What else would you say?"
"I'd say you two are way too into each other and it's endearingly disgusting."
"I'd say that's about correct."
Kennedy laughed, "They're coming back soon, right?"
"Because you get to see Louis?"
"And you get to see Harry."
Kennedy closed her laptop, put her books away, and jumped up onto her bed and laid next to her older sister. She placed her head on Reagan's shoulder and breathed out before asking,"Is it weird?"
"Going to school and having everyone know that's you're dating a celebrity?"
"I just ignore it."
"You can't ignore it all the time."
"I can try my hardest. "
"But what if people talk?"
"People will always talk, Kenz." Reagan furrowed her brow, "Why?"
"Why are you asking?"
"I just...I just wanted to know how you were doing."
Reagan knew why she was asking, but for now she wouldn't call Kennedy out on it, "Deactivating my private social media really helped."
"Yeah, thanks. It was a good thing you did that for me. I mean, on top of having to deal with people face to face at school, with teenage girls following me around the supermarket or Starbucks for selfies, and with the complete and total invasion of my privacy with paps, the last thing I needed was to come back home and read what some idiot on twitter thought of my latest outfit."
"That sounds like a nightmare."
Reagan tried to paint it as one, it wasn't that bad. At least, not now. The novelty had worn off a little, and while teenage girls did in fact still ask her for selfies, it wasn't as bad as before when she was being chased by paparazzi. That she had true horror stories about, but she'd save them for another time.
"Yeah, well, the price you pay."
"Is it worth it though?"
Reagan turned her head slightly, "Where is this coming from? Weren't you the one pushing me towards going out with Harry in the first place?"
"I don't know. It's just..."
"You're thinking about what your life would be if you went out with Louis." Reagan said in a huff. So she had managed to call Kennedy out on it sooner than later, who would've thought.
"Is it stupid of me to-"
"I supported you. I still support you. Why can't you do the same?" Kennedy asked, sitting up in one quick motion.
Reagan could feel an argument coming on and quickly tried to calm the situation down, the last thing she wanted right now was her sister angry with her. Aside from her father not talking to her, and her not being able to look her mother in the eye after the awkward talk they had during dinner last week, she really didn't want to have to ice Kennedy out as well, "Kennedy, can we have just one conversation that doesn't end up with us talking about boys?"
Kennedy looked taken aback, "Why?"
"What do you mean why? Why do we always talk about boys and end up figthing somehow, I'm sick of it."
"You're sick of Harry?"
"Um, yeah." Reagan said with a laugh.
"No you're not."
"No, not of him, but of having to talk about him. Why can't we just talk about other stuff, the world doesn't revolve around boys, and especially not around the boys of One Direction."
"Well, yours does." Kennedy pointed out.
"Only for another month and a half."
"You're saying that like they're never going to get back together."
Reagan shrugged, "Who knows."
"That's not funny."
"I'm not joking."
Kennedy looked as if her entire world had fallen apart, "THEYRE NOT GETTING BACK TOGETHER!?"
"Kenz," Reagan pleaded, "I was just being sarcastic."
"But you don't know, do you?"
"Don't know what?"
"If they're getting back together after their hiatus?"
"I'm sure they are."
"But not like absolutely sure?"
"Kennedy, I really don't know."
"You're literally an adult, act like one. Would you really fall apart if they didn't?"
"My life doesn't revolve around them."
"No, only one of them." Kennedy said with a tad of resentment in her voice.
"Sometimes people have to move on, maybe this is that time for them."
Kennedy shook her head, "I don't think it is."
"What do you want to be their agent now?"
"You know what, forget it. Let's try that whole not talking about boys thing."
Reagan laughed, "Yeah?"
"Yeah, boys suck anyway."
Reagan waited for Kennedy to continue, but she didn't. She tried to think of something that would not lead back to talking about the boys, but everything she thought of did. Her life really did revolve around that stupid band.
"You can't think of anything to talk about either, can you?"
"Not a thing." Reagan said laughingly.
"See, it's hard, isn't it?"
"Yeah, but what does that say about us?"
Kennedy shrugged, "Who cares. So we like boys, and we also kind of hate them. That's life."
"You think they'll break up?" Reagan asked after a slight lull in the conversation.
"Isn't it your job to make sure they don't?"
"Well it should be."
Reagan stayed silent, she definetly didn't want to take that roll on. As much as she loved the boys, both individually and as a group, she knew that this hiatus was going to be their chance to finally define themselves. They were going to be their own persons, and the possibility was quite real that the change would be so great that they would no longer be able to come back and be the same old band.
"We're just going to have to see how it goes." Reagan said, looking at the clock once more. It had been a half hour, yet it had felt like mere minutes. Time really liked to mess with her lately.
"Yeah, I guess so."
"They'll find their ways back to each other eventually, of that I have no doubt."
"They are kind of like linked together, aren't they?"
"They have like the weirdest bond."
"Right? I'm glad I'm not the only one who picked up on that." Kennedy said laughing.
"I'm sure they'll be fine." Reagan said, kind of unconvincingly.
Kennedy shrugged, "Well, I guess we'll find out in a couple of months."