Hi everyone! I’m back! I’ve been saving this chapter for the perfect moment and I believe it is finally here. So here is a new fanfiction featuring new characters that I’ve already fallen in love with. It’s another Harry story, sorry for the girls who’ve waited to see if it was going to be a different boy. I just feel emotionally attached to writing about him after Butterflies for Harry. SORRY! But the story is that Harry IS COMPLETELY NOT FAMOUS. HE’S JUST HARRY. okay okay, now that that’s cleared up… I hope you enjoy the story. Continue to check back whenever possible and have a lovely night! NOW ALL CHAPTERS WILL BE UNDER THE “DISTANCE” TAG ON THE RIGHT ——-> :)
Fingers just tapped gently at the keyboard. It wasn’t an excuse to be on the computer, it was more of an excuse to get rid of my unfortunate lifestyle.
I waited for a video chat.
My brother went to college and since then thinks have been different, to say the least. My brother and I have never been close. Sure, physically our bedrooms were attached. But emotionally, Aaron and I couldn’t be further apart.
Aaron spent a lot of time in his room, counting down the days where he’d finally get to escape this prison 0f a household. When I spent my time decorating my walls, Aaron spent his time destroying walls that unfortunately forced him to stay attached to this family.
I remember saying goodbye to him. He didn’t even hug me. He didn’t say anything along the lines of “I’ll miss you” or “I love you”.
He simply said goodbye.
And then he was on his way. Officially removing him from the temporary jail sentence I was still stuck in.
He attended a school that was more than “just a couple minutes away”. He attended a private university out in the beautiful, non-city part of New York State.
I live in Florida.
I’m three years younger than my brother. He’s nineteen, making me a lousy sixteen years old.
Being the encouraging little sister I am, I always tried to call him or text him to see how he was adjusting to his new lifestyle.
By the simple fact that he never responded, I took that as he was doing just fine.
So I just thought I’d give you the brief, pathetic life story between my brother and me. It becomes important and something I value at some point, and I’d hate for you to have skimmed over such an important factor in this story.
My names Missy, by the way.
I’m just a troubled teen searching for an excuse to get out of this house and out of this town.
Every day after school from three to seven, for the past seven weeks, I’d been sitting at my computer. I’d wait for the little green circle to appear next to his name on the chat box. That little flash of green would show how he was continuing to ignore me.
I knew his position. I could practically read his mind. He didn’t want to speak to his family. He didn’t want to be part of this family.
I thought to myself, “Maybe today will be the day”. But realistically, I knew that I was wrong. Today, I decided to be the reason to change.
I adjusted my hair a little so it flowed over my shoulders gently.
Quickly, before I could regret my decision, I called my brother.
My face showed up in the right hand corner of my screen and I could see my makeup had become smudged. My eyes drooped slightly revealing the light purple bags underneath my eyes.
Within a few seconds, I could see the face of a stranger.
But it wasn’t my brother; no it was a real stranger, someone I didn’t know.
At first I quickly glanced at my Skype making sure I had typed in Aaron’s username correctly. It was perfectly spelled with no mistakes.
The boy looked at me with question before speaking.
“I’m sorry, I’m Harry. Aaron’s roommate. I’d assume you’re calling for him although I don’t know why because you’re a girl and Aaron doesn’t usually associate with the female population.”
He let out a small giggle at his own joke but I was too engrossed with how gorgeous his face was to laugh.
Before making myself seem like a complete idiot, I slipped out of my trance and gave a fake chuckle.
“Oh I’m sorry. I didn’t know Aaron wasn’t in. And I’m calling because I’m his sister. My name is Missy.”
Harry’s green eyes widened as I could tell he was embarrassed for assuming I was trying to make a move on my older brother. His cheeks turned a flush scarlet and he turned mute.
“But ew. He’s my brother. And trust me, I know. I don’t think he’s ever spoken with a girl that wasn’t me.”
I ended with my signature small, shy smile as Harry’s lips curled into one also.
But just like every other time in my life, Aaron ruined my moment.
“Who are you talking to Harry?”
I heard Aaron’s voice in the background.
“Oh noooooobody…except your SISTAAAAA!”
Harry’s eyes never left my own as his ridiculous tone filled the room. Before I could say anything else, Aaron’s face covered my monitor.
His stern face indicated he was upset, but in all honesty, I was shocked that he didn’t end the video call as soon as he saw me.
Harry’s smile faded quickly as did my own.
“Umm.. Well, it was lovely to hear from you. Nice talking to you, hope to see you soon.”
He slightly smiled as I said a few kind words as my own goodbye as Harry lifted himself from in front of the screen and Aaron replaced him.
“Why are you calling Missy?” Aaron spoke in an almost embarrassed, yet harsh tone.
“Because I wanted to. You’re still my brother, you know, in case you’ve forgotten.”
My brother’s face looked thinner, more fragile as I studied it.
“Well you know, I didn’t sign up to be your brother.”
He looked away from the laptop and huffed a little too loud under his breath.
“Hey mate, that’s harsh! I’d give anything in the world to be able to speak to my sister.” Harry called from somewhere in the background.
Aaron’s eyes rolled and he unfortunately continued to stare at me.
In a few seconds he shouted back to Harry,
“Maybe your sister didn’t ruin your life.”
He stared straight back at me as I remained speechless.
The more he didn’t want to talk to me made me realize how much I wanted to talk to him.
I could feel my eyes start t swell, but I knew that crying in front of Aaron wasn’t an option.
After a couple awkward seconds of silence, he tried to escape.
“I’m busy Mis. I’ll talk to you soon.”
In the background Harry hollered a goodbye and he ended the Skype call.
And that was it. My brother was gone.