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FAULT [H.S] - 42 (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/ukdLUF1NlL 

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Hey! I’ve written so many! Angst is my forte! Attached a few below! 

#7 - Hello , Hello Part 2 (Not connected to the first part)

#8 - A Little Too Much, Part 2 (M)

#9 - Not Interested, A Little Interested Maybe Interested, Only Interested, Finally Interested (M)

#10 - Scrapbook Love Affairs

#15 - Missing, Part 2

#23 - The Best Friend (M)

#26 - Why Not Me?, Part 2, Part 3 (M)

#27 - The Last Stick Standing

#35 - Curse Of Being Perfect, Part 2

#36 - The First Priority

#46 – What Have I Done?

Fuck. Am sitting with family and typing this. I hoped for a normal this night, but oh well.

It’s not like you haven’t taken his attitude all evening already. He was an ass all evening knowing he won the bet. He was rubbing it in your face, smirking all throughout while giving you the side looks, always staying in the line of your vision even when you shifted. It was getting to you. It was annoying. 

“What’s my treat tonight?” He asked. 

“A punch, if you don’t shut up!” you said, taking more than required pasta on your plate. 

“But, I haven’t said anything as yet!” He laughed, taking some pasta from your plate. 

“If you weren’t my best friend, I would’ve thrown you off the balcony,” You stared into his eyes, and he just smirked. He never won, and this time he did. 

“Yeah sure, but you wouldn’t have kept the bet if I wasn’t your best friend so, umm treat. I want a batch of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies when we reach home,” He said, getting you a glass of wine. 

“Home?” you frowned. 

“I’m taking you home, baby,” He teased, and you let out a groan. It was going to be a long night. You followed him to the group he was talking to this evening. 

So, Y/N still a virgin?” You coughed, trying to swallow the wine in your mouth. You almost forgot the existence of Kylie. This woman had been on your case since you could remember. You gave her a wide smile, squishing your eyes, trying to brush it off. People and their obsession with some strangers sex life! Harry noticed the entire exchange, not saying anything. “C’mon, you have at least got someone to go down on you!” 

Why was she having this conversation with you? You gave her the fuck off look. Thankfully, others in the group had a better life. “Not even some finger action? You are way sadder than I thought.” 

“Oh really, you think about me? I don’t think about you at all,”  You said not waiting for her to respond something smarter as you walked off, gulping your entire wine. It wasn’t a big deal. It just never happened. You never have a boyfriend, and you’d prefer that the first someone who does touch you will be someone you at least love and not a stranger. Studies and work were one of the few reasons you were successful at 22. Getting a love life could wait, and Kylie was the only one who made you feel desperate. 

“You cool?” Harry asked as you got yourself another glass. “Kylie’s a bitch.” 

“No doubt there,” you said, taking a big gulp. 

“Are you going with Jack on that dinner he asked?” He asked. 

“No, I have a feeling he is racist.” you told him. 

“No, how?” Harry rolled his eyes, “You always do this! Push prospects away!” 

“Prospects?” You laughed, “He said, he found me exotic. And, have you noticed he cracks his neck a lot. Like a lot a lot, that’s not normal.” 

“Oh yeah, that means he is a sex hound,” Harry said, now being sarcastic. 

“You go out with him!” You pushed him, “I want someone normal. Which I feel will never happen cause no one finds me hot. Like look at this dress,” four glasses of wine weren’t leading to a good Y’N. “I have a low cut back and everything,” You said pushing your hair to the side. “And not one guy in here has even flirted with me.” 

Harry gulped, “No like look at the number of single guys around! Not even one. I’m going to die a virgin and alone!” Harry knew it was his fault. People thought Y/N was with him. When asked he didn’t deny either, and he knew more people he than her so, no one wanted to cross him. He knew all that and said nothing. 

“You’re hot,” he said, he had noticed your dress. Then tried thinking of everything else in the world so, he wouldn’t get hard. You were his best friend. He’d like to keep you. 

“Right, how are you controlling yourself then?” You leaning against Harry sitting on the bar stool, almost on his lap wasn’t helping his case either. The world’s worry didn’t make him forget of your shoulder tattoo that he always found a little too sexy, and now, your thigh on his and his crotch so close to yours…he couldn’t help bringing his lips to yours. 

You took it in, Harry was kissing you. You were kissing back as you felt his hand on your neck, moving to your cheek, to bring your closer. You opened your eyes to meet his as he stopped, your lips still close, “I don’t want pity,” you said, climbing off and getting off his lap. He didn’t stop you as you rushed to the bathroom and fixed yourself. “I will not think about this. I’m drunk. It was in the moment. Means nothing. You, you here!” Looking at yourself in the mirror, “Means nothing. Get yourself together!” And you did, all cool you walked out to Harry talking to Michael. 

“Ready to go?” He asked, and you nodded. All cool that it made him frown. 

“Y/N, I need you Friday for the shoot. No one captures it like you do, and I don’t want the second best!” Michael said hugging you. You agreed and followed Harry out to his car. 

“Do you really want cookies?” You asked, in the car. 

“I have no idea why this is up for discussion,” he said seriously and you laughed. “Give me some clothes,” you told him as you walked into his house and straight to the kitchen. The bastard had everything organised. He knew he was going to win. 

You got to work, as saw Harry keep his shirt and pants on the counter and then walk away to change. Not bothering at all, you got your dress off in the kitchen and folded it. This dress didn’t allow a bra, so you were glad that your boobs were now free from the dress as you massaged ‘em a bit taking your time and not realising that Harry was just around the corner, choking on the water he had taken out from the fridge. You wore his big ass shirt, triple both your sizes. Thr pants were too loose and missing the rope, so they just fell down. Huffing you took em off and kept them outside on the sofa. “Go change and help me!” You said as you saw Harry still standing there with wide eyes. You always were comfy around him, so this wasn’t new. 

“Eggs, break em!” You mumbled singing and making the dough. This was your speciality. You could do it drunk, sleepy, sloshed and they always came out perfect. Lost, you didn’t notice Harry come behind you until you felt his hands on your ass. When he didn’t remove em, and kneaded in, “What’re you doing?” It surprised you as you felt kisses on your shoulders, his body now stuck to you. It wasn’t just difficult for him, but you as well. You couldn’t ignore the need of throwing him on the bed and fucking him on the bed. But it just was never said or showed by either, so you thought there was nothing. “Harry…” you said again. 

His hands stopped yours from letting the bowl go, and lock them fingers, as he attacked your neck from behind. You let out a moan, as his teeth bit in, and his hand held both of yours, the other going down your stomach, “Is this alright?” He whispered, in a voice you couldn’t recognise. You nodded, not being able to say anything as his hands went further down to your cotton panties. He always had long fingers you thought, as the temperature increased. This was new to you, and he knew it. He turned you around, and got to his knees, getting under the t-shirt, and kissing your stomach, as he went down below. You pulled your t-shirt off, not being able to hold it as you saw his eyes, looking so green with lust, as his tongue licked your navel, and travelled down. 

Strong hold on your legs, your hands holding on to the counter and you speechless which was a thing he noticed and smirked on, as he took your panties off, “Nice pussy,” he murmurs,”Can you open up for me a little baby,” He said, as your legs softened and spread a little. “Okay?” He asked once again, and you couldn’t find any reason in your head to disagree. He nestled between your thighs, leaving sloppy kisses on ‘em, and you wondered how you could ever not do this before. His tongue travelled up, now right on your clit, his eyes not missing the reaction of your first time. He wanted it to be good, as he mixed his spit with your wetness, amazed at this state he got you in. The always in control Y/N was so soft right now, just for him. 

Any other day, he wouldn’t have believed his luck, but today as he got lost and so involved with you, his mouth all over, and his body tied to your lower half, he was taking everything you offered. A minute later, when he heard you whimper, this feeling absolutely new to you and not a lot compared to your sessions with yourself, he picked you up and threw you over the shoulder. You yelped his name, as he took you to the couch and, immediately pulled your legs apart, to not let the moment get too far. “I like how your clit’s swollen,” he said sucking on it and taking it long and slow. Your knees trembled, and he brought his fingers in, pressing on it, and he went down to your holes. “Let’s try one,” He said, quite lost now in you, as he pushed a finger in, “You like that,” as your cries increased a bit, his fingers were way longer than yours. “Relax, relax,” he said, as you bucked your hips, the pleasure taking control now. He put two in and increased his pace, now faster as his fingers fucked you while keeping his tongue on your clit. No idea how he did it, but you were slowly losing it. 

“I’m…Harry,” You whimpered, He climbed up and, attached his lips on your again, swallowing your moans, his fingers fucking you faster as you held his face. “Close, so close…” 

“Hold it for me a bit, baby,” He asked. Lips travelling down to your neck and back up. His hand, kept your body in place as you trembled, while the other relentlessly didn’t stop from being inside you. 

“Can’t, I can’t…” You said, as you felt your orgasm coming stronger than it had ever before and this was just by his fingers. He giggled, and went down again, as you looked at his sticky fingers which he just pulled out. He slowly put his fingers in his mouth, and you gulped sitting on your elbows. “Sorry…” 

He didn’t respond, as his mouth went back to lick you clean, and you threw yourself back down. You pulled at his hair, to look at you, and he stopped and sat up. You did as well, and climbed in his lap, and tipped his head back and kissed him. His hands held you tight, as you tasted yourself on him. “I won’t be so easy on you next time,” He said, as you kissed down his neck. 

“I can make up with cookies,” You whispered in his ear. 

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Summary: Harry is the son of the ruling party and Y/N is an exchange student. 

PART 1

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“Alright, I’m bored!” I huffed again and sat up. 

“We have fucked three times today. How are you bored?” The little shit smirked, without even looking at me. I had to agree that he looked too irresistible with his specs on, reading his course book, using his highlighter, just in a snapback. “Stop eyeing me like that,” He laughed. 

“You’ve kept me on a lock down! I get to stare all I want!” I kissed down his cheek. He wrapped his arm around my waist and kissed my forehead. 

“So, it’s been four days already. How long will the place still be off?” I asked. 

Harry sighed, and shut his book, “until he apologizes.” 

“I don’t see how it works. The whole town is on a shutdown because you fought!” 

“I fought!” He raised his voice. 

“He fought! Does it even matter anymore! What did he raise anyway! What did you fight about? Tell me!” I sat on my knees. He had been ignoring this for four days now. I didn’t mention talking to Charlie again because he got quite angry the first round. Getting off the best I followed him out of the room. “Why won’t you tell me?” 

“Why does it even matter? Do I not make you happy here?” He asked. 

“Only you can make about yourself!” I switched the telly on. 

 -the feud is still on between the two parties. For safety, the main town agencies will remain closed until Monday. Here is what the Des Styles has to say about the feud. 

“We Styles men are very sensitive about our women. I agree with what my son did, and we will not forgive until we have an apology made. -” 

“Women? What women? Did he say something about your mom?” I asked Harry. 

He shook his head and opened the knife drawer. I was dating a mafia. He was a mafia in this place. He aimed the knives to the board in front and started his assault. “Then?” 

He didn’t answer. 

I flattened on the sofa, lying on my back and huffed.“I came here to study you know! If I knew this is how things work here, I would have never agreed to stay. I want quality education, and it doesn’t work with two gangs fighting their heads off and declaring a week off to threaten each other endangering everyone’s safety!” Still no response, “Maybe, I should transfer back. I still have a year left, and it makes sense...”I thought to myself. It could be a good option. I’ll be away from Harry though. 

“Is that it, then?” He was suddenly on top of me, a knife still in hand.  You’re threatening me that you’ll leave?” 

“Harry, the knife.” 

He played with the knife in his hands, and I gulped. Slowly bending down, he touched my forehead with the tip of his knife, sharp going down to my cheek, and then stopping at my neck. “He was talking about you, baby.” He said, his hand on my neck, making me tilt my head back, the knife still at the edge, and he pressed. “He was talking about you, your body, and how you could be his,” I felt his lips on the side of my neck, and felt him bite, marking me with his teeth. The knife went down and tore my tube top. He threw his knife behind him, as it hit the aim on the board, then removed the shreds, off my body. “I don’t like anyone talking about you.” He whispered, his voice husky and going deeper with every word. 

“Harry...” I moaned, feeling one hand press my neck and the other massage my breasts. A couple more wet kisses down my throat, and he stopped. 

“I know, you can’t take another round of me so, don’t push me,” and he got off. He took off his snap back and gave it to me and walked off into the room. I wore it, and it was too big that it exposed both my boobs. 

“This is too big.” 

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Classes had resumed again, and my schedule just kept getting busy that now I wished for a break. Harry had constant security around my apartment and area. He was the son of the controller of the entire state. He was practically god’s son, and I knew the other one who wanted that power get angrier day by day. 

“Look who it is,” I knew it was Charlie. He was everywhere these days. Harry kept a watch on him, but till now said nothing. Apparently, he had sent a written apology forced by his father who had his business to take care of. I was kinda disgusted knowing he sexualised me. I thought, he was a decent guy, but he was turning out to be a creep. 

“What do you want?” I asked. 

“For you to leave the town,” He said, flatly. 

“Excuse me?” I confronted him. 

“You wanted me to be direct. Here it is. I know where your grandma lives, and she won’t like my hello. And this is not because I care for you, honey. This is a full fledged warning. Go back to her, or I’ll give you her death to be a reason for you. And then, you’ll have to go back. No guarantor, no loan, no money and let’s face it. You’re just another doll for Harry who fulfils his needs. He won’t care about you anyway,” He smirked. 

“If you know that my leaving won’t affect him, then why lash out at me?” I asked. 

“Because that is what we do, honey. Annoy each other. You’re an annoyance and my next card. Your transfer papers are ready by the way. Start packing. Also, don’t tell him or I’ll kill you first,” He walked off before I could reply. 

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I couldn’t stop my tears from flowing. I had ignored all calls from Harry, and it was going to be a full day now. I couldn’t risk it. My grandma was the only one left, and I couldn’t risk her life. Knowing that Charlie would kill her. That is what these people do, they don’t care about ruined families. I had to leave. 

Charlie’s guys delivered the papers to my room, “it’s nice to see you packing,” His guy touched my face, and let his hands roam around my butts, pinching them hard, that I knew it would bruise. I couldn’t stop crying after that. 

A big thud on my door made me drop my books. Another thud and I rushed to the door. “What the fuck!” Harry pushed the door open. 

“What are you doing here? It’s after midnight!” I yelled. He couldn’t be here.

“Why haven’t you picked up my phone calls?” He wrapped his arms around me pulling me to his body and hugging me tightly. “I was so worried, baby” He kissed my cheeks, and I hugged him back. “Wait, what are you doing? You’re packing? Why?” He asked pulling away. 

I couldn’t tell him. He’ll hurt my grandma. I didn’t say anything. 

“Answer me goddamnit!” He yelled. “Why are you doing this to me? Don’t you love me? Honey?” he held my face, as his tears trickled down his cheeks. “Don’t you love me, baby?” 

“Don’t cry please,” I said, kissing him. “I have to go though.” 

“Tell me now,” Harry said, using the command he used when he wanted confessions. “Now love.” he held my face, and I blurted everything. “Please don’t go to him, Harry. He will kill her. I don’t have anyone else. I will be alone. Please,” I cried.

“He will not hurt you or your grandmom,” Harry said kissing my lips. He took his phone out and walked out of my room. My crying didn’t stop until I slept that night. 

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“Hey honey, wake up,” Harry kissed my cheek. I sat u straight looking at him. He had a pair of clothes out for me. “We’ve to leave, have a bath later, change and brush quickly.” 

I nodded and got off. Brushing quickly, I came out and changed stepping out of my shorts, “where did you get this bruise from?” Harry held my hips, examining the bruise. I didn’t lie. He nodded and asked me to hurry up. 

We kept driving until we reached an abandoned factory, just outside the city. I didn’t question Harry, but his hands holding mine, and quick kisses placed on them, calmed me down. 

“Get out,” he said. And I did. He parked the car and took out a gun. “Here, pull this, aim and shoot, if required. Don’t be scared,” He kissed me, and tucked the gun inside my jacket. Taking my hand, we walked into the factory. I stopped and gulped when we reached inside. Charlie and his men were tied to the ceiling. They were covered in their blood, as their hands were straight up tied to the ceiling above. 

“Which one touched you?” Harry asked me. I looked at him, gulping. “Don’t be scared, baby.” I looked at their faces and pointed to the guy. One nod and he was cut from the ceiling, as he fell down to the floor. 

“He is my right hand, Harry. We don’t kill family, remember the deal?” Charlie covered in bruises, still smirked. 

“We don’t threaten family either, remember Charlie. But you broke that one. I get a point,” Another nod, and the guy was thrown off the floor and then shot. This was the first time, I had seen someone die, I clutched on to Harry.

“She is not your family, Harry,” Charlie spat. 

“That is where you’re wrong. She is, and so is her family. She is mine, and I don’t like being threatened.” 

I saw Charlie gulp. His eyes finally indicated that he was scared. He had also, broken a pact so, his father couldn’t do anything. “The only reason you will walk out of here is that your father begged, Charlie. I hope you’re proud,” Harry laughed. Another nod and all their hands were cut, and they fell to the ground. Harry took my hand and made me stand in front of him. I stopped breathing. “Apologize Charlie.” 

He didn’t even blink, “I’m sorry Charlie.” 

“Your grandma’s safe. Charlie knows we’ll wipe his family out if he even touches anything related to you,” Harry kissed my forehead and took me out of the factory, his men following behind. 

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“So, I don’t have to go?” I asked, kissing his shoulders, as we lay naked on his bed. 

“No, you’re pretty much stuck with me. And, you’ve to know, we Styles’ men are very protective of our family, and we never let go,” His eyes stared into mine, as our lips connected again. 

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always wanted a The Interior Designer part 2

Part 2 for the interior designer pls?

Will there be a "The interior designer" part 2? Please make one, loved the first part and now i just want more 😍 

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE WRITE PART 2 to the interior designer 👩‍🎨🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

Please write a part 2 for the interior designer. I really loved it.  

- Thank you for all the love and reading my work! 

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PART 1  

“I want all of the boxes delivered today. I don’t care about the delay. I want it now.” I heard him scream as I walked out of the little studio I owned as my office, now. He immediately kept his phone down. “Vic, I need to talk to you!” He came and held my arms. “Don’t do this. Five years with me. C’mon, don’t throw it away.” 

“What are you doing here? I told you not to come see me.” I shrugged out of his hands. 

“On a text message. A fucking text message, Victoria!” He yelled and then, got his voice in control. “You can’t end a five-year relationship on a text message.”

“Oh, but you can obviously cheat on your girlfriend of five years. I’m glad we are talking though. I think this is the most we have over, I can’t even remember.” I rolled my eyes. “Anyway, it has been a week since that, and I see you finally got time to mend whatever you think this is...” 

“I was working,” He started. 

“No, you were fucking a girl you’ve been seeing for five months now.” 

His eyes widened, he was shocked. I hadn’t mentioned anything about knowing in the text, “You know?”

“Not about all of your affairs, but this one I do,” I told him. It still hurt. 

“Madam, Mr Styles is waiting for you downstairs,” My assistant came through the door. 

“Harry Styles? What are you doing with him?” He shouted as I collected my things from the desk. “Answer me, Victoria,” I sighed. He really thought I was his doll. “Fucking answer me! Are you fucking him now? Huh?” He screamed

“He is my fucking client, you fucking asshole. Get lost, and don’t ever come back here,” I yelled and walked off before I cried in front of him. 

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“So, these are the three models you selected for the fridges,” I have him the booklet. “All of ‘em are available so, you just have to select one. Also, they stopped selling the model for the oven in your mum’s house, but this one is pretty close so, tell me if we should book it.”

“I like this one, you will merge it with the cupboards right?” Harry asked. 

“Yes, and we have the buyers ready for the old ones so, if you finalise the oven, we can get it delivered tomorrow.” 

“How are you holding up?” He asked suddenly. I came to work the very next day. It was extremely unprofessional to discuss my personal life and scream at HArry for my ruined relationship. This contract meant everything to me and, I didn’t want to risk it. 

“We rather not discuss my personal life, Harry,” I smiled. 

“I know, he was at your office today when I came to pick you up,” He said. “And, client and all, I know. I’m also your friend. I’m here for you,” He kept one hand on mine. 

“Thank you, I will be fine...really!” I told him. “Let’s move to the curtains. You’ve been postponing this since forever.”

“I can’t decide ‘em. These are the sheer ones?” He whined, opening the shade book. “Where are the heavy ones?” I handed him the other booklet. 

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The house was finished. I had finally set up his photo wall, and that was the last thing left to do. He was hosting a party tonight to celebrate it as well. “Hey, wow,” He stopped looking at the wall. 

“Are you happy?” I asked. 

“It’s beautiful. Thank you so much! This feels like home now,” He sighed. “Oh, here is the final cheque,” he said giving me the envelope. 

“Thank you so much,” I thanked the lord for my first payment alone. “So, this is it!” 

“It’s been an incredible journey! And now, you have your first showcase tonight. Lot more clients to come!” he cheered. 

“Thank you for giving me this opportunity and believing I could do it.”

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The party went in full swing, and I couldn’t believe the amount of appreciation I got for his house. I felt blessed and so lucky. Harry introduced me to different people, I’d never met before but should have since they knew my ex-boyfriend. He didn’t contact me after that day, and I was getting over him. It didn’t hurt now, and I was fine. 

“Ria, I didn’t invite him. I promise. But, I can’t throw him out either. It’ll be a controversy,” Harry whispered in my ear, as I saw my Ex move towards us. Harry’s hands were on my waist, and I saw his eyes focus there before he brought them up to scan me. I hated him. That was the only feeling in my heart. “Hey, man. How are you?” Harry greeted him like a kind host. 

They talked, and he looked at me, “Great work, Vic.” He said like he didn’t expect it. “You could design our house like this as well. I would’ve known your potential as well.” 

I hated dated this guy for five years for him to say this. “I think, it was Harry’s encouragement and support that I brought my true potential out - which obviously, ‘our’ house never had.” 

“When she gets on your nerves, and you’re bored of fucking her, we’ll talk-” He told Harry, ignoring me as my face reduced with his comment. 

“Oh no, I think it’s just you who has to fuck his way through to get work. She just did it with her talent,” Harry gave his classic smile and then, stare. My Ex rolled his eyes and walked off. “Are you okay?” He said, holding my face. “Don’t let him get to you.”

“Yep, I know. Thank you for sticking by me,” I smiled. 

“Let’s go meet more people!” He pulled my hand and took me inside the hall. 

After a few months...

“Hey!” I answered Harry’s call. We had been talking quite often, and I was hinting flirtation at most times. 

“So, you know I sold my L.A. house,” he told me. “And, I don’t know if you take international clients or not, but I bought an apartment in NYC and, it’s just not me. When can you schedule mine in?” 

“Next week, since you have been pestering my assistant for months!” 

“Oh yeah, that was me. I will see you next week. You might have to travel with me though, I’m touring.”

“I don’t think I can work in such conditions, Mr Styles,” I teased. “And, it’ll be weird. I mean, your Interior Designer is accompanying you on tour. So random!” 

“Yes, it won’t be so weird if you let me take you on that date you’ve been postponing. Then, it’ll be my girlfriend touring with me and designing our house!” 

“Did you just say our house?” 

“I did, huh, didn’t I?” he laughed. 

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SO HERE IS THE MUCH REQUESTED IMAGINE! 

(It’s quite long so, I hope you like the story!)

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PART 1

Maybe, time has a way of healing things. Maybe it is like a balm on a wound, and slowly it helps heal the cut. Slowly stop the blood from flowing, slowly start making a net to stop it. And, my life was like a sharp nail, that kept scratching at the wound till the blood started flowing again. I wanted to stop now. I couldn’t get myself to jump off the cliff. I couldn’t, and I wanted a fresh start now. So, I cut all my nails. It was time to start fixing myself before I blamed myself. It was time to redo. 

More time was spent by me. For the first time, in a long time, I didn’t look for the company that always wanted to surround myself. I grew up with the idea that having a group of people around you led to happiness, and Matthew had it. I just didn’t fit in that group. I visited the library, reading the self-help books which helped me a lot. Just to find peace at times, and for the time to go away. It hurt initially, I wanted what my brother had, what people around me had, but maybe I wasn’t meant for it. And that was okay. I didn’t have to conform according to the world around me, I could form a new path. 

It was difficult in the start. Keeping to myself, not crying, but it had been better lately. I was feeling better. I was taking care of myself now. I liked my body, my hair, my eyes, I was falling in love with myself for a start. Figured that was wrong, I had this need to always hold on to people to validate myself, first Matthew, then Harry. I had myself now, and it felt wonderful. I was laughing more. I was happy. I had a few people who I talked to in class, or some were library specific. Some were from the coffee shop I went to, but I kept a distance. Not till I was ready would I let them close, and I wasn’t ready yet. 

I didn’t go back home in the summer. I got myself an internship instead, and they paid me quite well. My parents weren’t pleased, but it was Matthew was upset. 

“You don’t have to work to run away from me,” He slammed his hand on the door. 

“I’m not running away from you or anyone for that matter,” I smiled. I smiled at him lately. No, I didn’t talk to him. It wasn’t healthy at first, I knew. But no one treated their family like that. And, I didn’t have to give respect when I didn’t receive any in return. He chose his girlfriend, his friends repeatedly over me. When I was treated like shit, he said nothing and, then expecting me to be all love and care, when we are alone was some shit. 

“Yes, you fucking are! I know you! You just want to ignore me like a punishment,” I rolled my eyes, “Like some revenge, and then blame all your shit on me in front of Mom and Dad like you always do!” He screamed and, I dropped my stuff I was holding in my hands. 

“Is that it then? You don’t want to be blamed for me not coming back home?” I folded my hands. 

“That’s not what I meant,” He tried to correct himself, but I knew better. 

“Well that’s shit, but don’t worry. I didn’t tell mum and dad anything about us. I want to work, and therefore I am. Not everything in this world is about you, you know.” I folded my arms,  “And, as far as my dealing with my shit goes, I don’t want anything to do with you anymore.” 

“Giselle...” He came forward, and I stepped back. "You’re my sister, my twin...”

“You’ve lost all your rights to call me that. It shouldn’t matter to you. It isn’t going to make any difference to your life,” I got back to my work. “You should be glad I’m not coming back with you. The perfect child can be with his perfect parents who love him all alone!” 

“You don’t mean that,” He shook his head. 

“Why because it hurts you? Because it is finally being stated? You are the perfect child, the perfect little boy they wanted to have while I just came along with the package. Don’t tell me you haven’t felt me being treated like that, oh wait, you won’t know! Because you spent all your time gloating about how you got the better! It’s so in your face in everything. For people outside, we must be a family that provides equal chances to everyone, but we know it’s not. So, why don’t we accept it and move on. I will not live in this illusion that my parents love me like they love my brother, and then live in this complex my entire fucking life!” I yelled. 

“Gissy...” He tried to hold my hand. 

“You couldn’t even be there for your sister when she was actually in grave danger. What sort of a family is this? Did I tell you, I don’t get a call from mom, every Saturday. I call her, while she calls you! Thank fucking god, I got a scholarship for this place, or they wouldn’t have even sent me here while you weren’t even pressured to get one! Where were you during all this, Matthew? You don’t have the right to call yourself a brother. Go to your fucking girlfriend and family!” I screamed, it all came out. I couldn’t control it. There was so much that was never said, so much hidden, I couldn’t let it all out, no, this wasn’t right. “Get out!” 

Was he going to cry? He ran out before that, and I couldn’t help myself from following him. I didn’t see him, but I saw Harry standing in the hallway. He looked at me with shocked eyes, “What? Enjoying the show?” I slammed the door before he could answer. 

The good thing was that I saw none of them during the summer. It was a relief and a good escape. My internship was hectic but brilliant, and I earned quite a bit while my spending wasn’t much. It was good for me, mentally and emotionally. After I didn’t call mom for two weeks, she finally did. She screamed at me for not calling and about how worried she was, but couldn’t say much after I told her that she didn’t hear from me for two weeks, and dad didn’t send the money so, there wasn’t much worrying happening. The ‘enjoy with your son’ was another thing that stopped her. All my life I was treated like the second best. Like I wasn’t important, made to feel that way, if I wanted to stop pretending and get over this competition and want for attention, I had to start afresh. 

Today, I was soaking in the sun. My body was toned now by all the running and workouts I put in every day. My hair was longer, and I for the first time in a long time, felt happy in myself. I had made a few friends as well, and was hanging out with them when I saw him. 

He was tanned now, and I could see the muscles that developed over the summer. His eyes widened as they took me in, I did look different. 

“Hey Gissy, let’s go get those pancakes now. I’m sure they’re ready!” I offered Nick my hands, and he pulled me up. I felt his eyes follow me as I got up and walked to the stall. 

“Giselle,” I turned around knowing it was his voice. I smiled, “You look different.” 

“I grew my hair,” I nodded. “This is Nick,” I introduced my friend, and they greeted each other. 

“I’ll meet you there,” Nick nodded and I turned to Harry. 

“So, how was summer?” I asked. 

“Fine, yeah how was yours?” He asked. 

“Quite lovely, hectic but lovely,” I nodded, “So, I’ll see you around, yeah...”

He held my arm, “Where were you?” 

“What?” I asked. 

“You didn’t come back home. Why? I know you were mad at him, but he is your brother,” He frowned. “And, being as righteous as you claim you are, I expected you to be there.” 

“What are you talking about?” I frowned.

“Wait, you don’t know?” his eyes in shock. “Matthew, he met with an accident...how do you not know?” 

“What? How? When?” I took out my phone to see if I missed any call or message. I had nothing. 

“A week ago, he is bad, Giselle.” 

“I wasn’t...I didn’t...fuck!” 

“If you’d like, I’ll be leaving to see him in about an hour, I can give you a ride,” He said, and I nodded wiping my tears. He was my brother after all, and I couldn’t believe mom hadn’t mentioned anything! Not much could be expected out of them, though. 

Rushing back to my room, I packed my things and met Harry outside. It was a four-hour ride back home, and I couldn’t wait. “You know, that night when I had asked you out...” 

“I really don’t want to talk about this, Harry.” 

“Fuck! Why? Why can’t you give somebody else a chance to explain themselves! You did the same with Matthew when he constantly tried to reach out to you. He can’t help being who he is, but I have seen him fight every person who said shit about you. But he couldn’t always protect you! I don’t know what you guys had while growing up, but I know he genuinely does love you and care about you! Fuck, I saw him howling in the car after you slammed the door that night!” He yelled. 

“That night, I called him up to pick me up, the night you left me, remember? He switched off his phone to have sex with his girlfriend and came knocking at the door three hours later...” 

“He wasn’t having sex with his girlfriend, by the way,” Harry cut me off. “She had taken his phone, and thrown it across the room. When he went to fix it, it was broken. He then went to replace the model so, he could contact you. Meanwhile, that bitch hid his keys, and then after arguing for a long time, she finally gave it. He looked for you the entire night, I looked for you with him because for some reason he thought you weren’t safe. We finally gave up and reached your dorm where you were, thank god!” 

This was a perspective that I didn’t know. All this while, I thought he had left me alone, but he hadn’t. I had misjudged the situation so bad. 

“And as for me, if you’d let be explain myself,” He waited for me to interrupt. I didn’t. “I really liked as you as well. I still do for fucking’s sake, knowing how impulsive you are, and such a pessimist! I told you I was caught up with Ally and the gang. They had my book in their hand. Fucking never using a typewriter again in my life! And, all my books as well. They threatened to burn it, they actually did burn a few chapters to prove a point. Ross had my things which he was so ready to pour oil on and burn. Earlier, the plan was to mess around with you, and I thought fine. I will go with it, and then tell you everything they did so, you’ll understand and we’ll have our date!” 

I looked at him, wanting to know more, “But, it didn’t happen that way. Then, she didn’t stop the car when we went forward. Drove all the way to the pub and took me and kept me the entire time until Matthew came to look for you. He beat Joss up and, I handled Tyler and we rushed outta there.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me this before?” I asked, now crying. 

“I was so guilty for the longest time, Giselle. Knowing what had happened, knowing how you weren’t talking to Matthew, knowing I could lose you forever with one wrong word because you weren’t listening to anyone,, I just couldn’t do it. I loved you and I was so guilty. On your birthday when you went back home, I planned to tell you everything. But you were so broken, I didn’t know what to say to fix it. And then, you thought I liked Ally and hated you and, I was so guilty Gissy,” Harry shook his head. 

“Thought time would give me a chance, and when I built up the courage to tell you, you threw Matthew out, slammed the door, I couldn’t reach you with the wall you’d created.”

“Oh god, this is such a mess,” I cried into my palms. 

“It is,” he said. 

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We reached the hospital in my town and I rushed to reception. Asking for his room, I ran up the staircase and Harry followed me. I reached the room and stopped when I saw our parents outside. 

“Giselle, what are you doing here?” Mom asked me. Dad looking at mom accusingly. 

“How could you not tell me?” I asked them. 

“You were working, Giselle. We thought better not to distract you!” Dad cut mom. 

“Bullshit! She knew I finished work last week!” I yelled. 

“Do not raise your voice at us, young lady!” Mom spoke in the voice she used whenever she wanted to make me disappear. 

“Then stop coming between me and my brother!” I told her. “If you want me out of the family, say it to my face instead of creating a divide between us!” 

“Giselle!” She yelled. 

“Enough mother. I have had enough,” I said, pushing his door open. Walking inside I saw the doctor giving an injection to Matthew. Matthew oh god, his hand and his left leg was broken, he had bruises on his face. His upper body was covered in bandages, his head was hurt. I wanted to cry. 

“Gissy, hey...” he tried to smile. I stood away from his bed. “Please come here.” 

I wiped my tears and slowly walked to him, sitting on his bed. The doctor gave his last pain killer and left. “What have you done to yourself? You didn’t have to get so bad to get my attention.” 

He laughed and then grimaced in pain, “Don’t make me laugh, it hurts.”

His left hand which was better pulled me closer, and he kissed my cheek, “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too,” I said, crying into his neck. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know, I thought you hated me, I’m sorry.” 

“Hey, you’re my twin. We’re basically the same. I could never hate you in my life! I’m sorry for not noticing the differentiation earlier. I’m such an idiot, but you should have mentioned this before and not hid it from me.” 

“It was what I was taught,” I shrugged. “Does this hurt?” I asked, touching his ribs. 

“I broke two,” he whined. “You’ll have to take care of me now. I can’t live in this town anymore!” 

“The jailers should let you go,” I laughed. 

“I think we should shift into that apartment you saw. It seems like the perfect opportunity!” 

After talking a bit more with my brother, Harry came in and they talked for a while before he slept from the pain killers. Dad walked with me outside leaving mother behind. “Your mother loves you too,” he said. 

“But loves Matthew more. You do too. It is not exactly hidden,” I said. 

“It’s not like that, Giselle. You are as precious to us and Matthew. Yes, we have been harder on you, but that’s because your mother faced a lot of problems being a woman and, she wanted to prepare you for that. Yes, maybe a son is seen as more important, but we don’t want to lose you for it.” He said. Maybe some wounds take time to fill, but slowly with time, everything becomes alright and I could only hope for this to become better.

“So, you like me?” I ask, handing Harry a coffee. 

“Pretty much,” He said, taking some time. “You know, there is a very good restaurant down the road.”

“Hmm, I grew up here,” I said, sarcastically. 

“I’d like you to take me on a date there then. Right now would be nice. I’m starving,” Harry said, standing up. 

“You’re driving me. To cancel all the chances of a repeat, you know!” I laughed. 

“Shut up!” He said, pulling me as we walked towards the car. 

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I saw him sitting on the park bench today. He wore a cream pullover with his classic black jeans. He tapped his feet covered in his black leather boots, on something he was listening to on his mobile. His hair, held back by a scarf, still made their way to his forehead as he tried to shake them off. He had a bundle of books kept beside him and his brown bag sat on his feet. He looked like an angel and the sun descended behind him. The trees standing tall behind him, in all their glory, like they were honoured to be in his presence. He took sips of his tea occasionally as he scrolled through his phone, which looked small in his hands. His long fingers typed away, and he sat. He sat there for a long time, and I sat on the grass looking at him...

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