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PART 1

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Summary: Harry Styles is the class heartthrob, and Y/N is the girl he goes out for lunches with, and that is all.

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I had to switch off for a few days after that. It wasn’t even voluntary.  I just kept sleeping and working the hours I was up. I didn’t respond to messages - his messages. They weren’t asking for much. Just if we’re on for lunch, or that he found a new place. I skipped lunch. It was reasonable in my head. I just didn’t have it in me. I just didn’t want to have to face him and be like, “oh, we are back to the normal, only now I know I don’t have any hope of you liking me.”

Come to think of it, that is what happened. He caught up to me while I was on my way back home, and practically made me talk to him. Not much, just about how I hadn’t responded to any f his messages and if everything was okay.

“Everything is okay,” I responded. “I just have been really caught up in work. Let’s meet for lunch day after? Usual time?”

He agreed and was glad that I was okay. Said, he got worried, and I believed him. It was just my head that was expecting more. Things went on as usual, and a few more weeks passed with more lunches and discussions of his classes, and how he felt about things. I used him as an outlet too. He was doing the same to me, so I thought why not? It wasn’t like anyone knew about our meetings.

“Are you putting that picture on Instagram?” He asked. We had come out of a theatre and I was just taking a picture of the tickets. I said yes. “I mean, that has my name on it,” I asked, so? “No, it’s just everyone will know I was out with you.”

I didn’t know how to respond to that. “I can delete it if you like.”

“No, it’s already on now. People have seen it,” he walked forward, and I quietly followed him, cutting the walk shorter and taking the earlier tube, than walking to the one on my line as planned.

I didn’t take pictures after that and noticed how he always uploaded pictures of him with others of almost everything he did, but never with me. Not one picture documenting our hangouts to even some cool places. Was I too ugly and not up to his standards on Instagram? Only pretty people to see and upload, please.

In my head, I rationalised why I went to places with him. He was one of the only few interested in some places I’d like to go, and it wasn’t too bad. Hanging out with him, made the time pass and I saw the things I wanted to see. It was a little too much when his birthday came along. He acted like a stranger when we met at one of the meetings for the entire cohort and, people wished him, and because some of the people in my group were friends of his, we were invited to the pub, where I could have been fooled, if the memories of so many lunches weren’t in my head.

Why was he doing this? Were people this petty? Yeah, they were - I didn’t have to look too far. My friends were enough to validate all his points, and I didn’t have any energy to disagree.

Then, there was the club party, and it would have been fine if my friends who didn’t know him weren’t invited, but they were. Personally added to some group, where the party plans were discovered. I just saw all the stories on the app. I had had enough by then. This was a little too demeaning.

‘Hey, are you busy? Didn’t respond to the coffee shop message.’

‘I hope you enjoyed your birthday party’

‘What? Yeah, yeah. It was just that group. We went to a club like usual.’

Liar. ‘Yeah, your group and most of the batch. Except a few obviously. We must have not made the cut.’

‘What? What cut? Let’s meet and talk. I’ll explain.’

‘Let’s not meet anymore, Harry.’

He didn’t respond after that, must have thought how I didn’t feel grateful enough to have the opportunity to spend time with him.

My lunches were suddenly empty so, I started hanging out with other people in the cohort. It was nice meeting new people. New people hurt less than the ones you know. I crossed him many times, and he looked at me like he wanted to say something. My mind imagines things.

———

Harry sat beside me in class, the other day. “Hey,” He smiled. “Good morning.”

“Hey,” I smiled back, getting my notes ready, and then, turning to talk to a person, confirming the plans for the evening.

I turned back, “you’re going for the play?”

“Yeah,” I responded, nodding.

“I thought we were supposed to go together.”

“When?” I asked.

“We always go for plays together. That’s what we do, right?” He turned towards me.

“That was before you were ashamed of being seen with me in public,” I laughed. “Oh wait, is that why you didn’t want to go for Hamilton together? Too high end for you - a lot of people - your friends - will go for it, and you can’t be seen with me…”

“Stop,” He closed his eyes. He was really pretty. It hurt to see him even flinch. Lucky him. “Where are you getting all this from?” I rolled my eyes. The professor walked in and started speaking. “Look,” Harry whispered, “I didn’t make the list for the club. I didn’t know who was invited. I was just made a part of it, and Cindy made the list.”

“And, you didn’t bother inviting me?”

“I didn’t think that you weren’t there! The entire cohort was so, I thought you were too!”

“I’m not an idiot, Harry. I can’t believe I’m even talking about not being invited to a stupid party.”

“Then, why are you pushing it?” Now angry, I could see him tightening his fists.

“Because you know it is more than that!” I almost was too loud, but was safe and, the professor continued talking. He didn’t say anything until the class ended.

“So, what are you mad about? How I don’t take pictures with you? Is that it? Come let’s take one! What would you like to do with it?” I rolled my eyes and shook my head. He was daft. “No, you wait here,” He held my arm. Everyone cleared out quickly, and we were the last two left. “What is this about? Why does this picture mean so much to you? Why can’t me being with you be enough?”

“Because it proves that experiences with me are worth sharing with others!” I shouted tearing up. “It means that I am good enough to spend time with, and look spending time with me is worth others feeling jealous of! Cause isn’t it all about that! Sharing experiences and showcasing friendships, the only mine isn’t worth showing off. That is all it means.”

“I don’t see any of your friends posting pictures with you so, what does it say about you?” He said, dropping my arm.

I flinched, his words tearing my heart apart, “Guess you just cleared what they think,” I picked up my bag, and walked away.

“Fuck. Y/N! I didn’t mean that! Y/N!” He followed me out as I rushed down the stairs. “Y/N wait! I meant something else,” Everyone turned to look at me, and then him. He didn’t seem to care, and I didn’t stop, leaving the building.

“Hey, why was Harry screaming your name?” Samantha asked at lunch.

“Just some project topic we didn’t agree on. Can we share the pasta?” I asked.

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“That’s a cute picture of you two!” Kylie said during class.

“What picture?” I asked.

“Of you and Harry, he posted?” she laughed, and I opened his account. It was a picture of us. It was in a bar. After a long morning, we had had enough and we needed a drink and it didn’t matter that it was 2 pm, we needed it and we went and had it. It was a picture of us then.

‘I miss our lunches xx.’  The caption read.

I frowned. After a week of zero contact, he posted this. A first actually. He didn’t sit near me in class, but I could see him looking at me. Nor did he wait to talk to me after it. Literally ran out of the class, as I turned. This went on for two days, him basically running out on me.

“Can we talk?” I walked up to him sitting with his friends in the Uni pub.

He looked at me, his face blank and then, finally nodded. My heart felt relieved and we walked out. I could see his friends looking through the glass at us. I tried ignoring it.

“Tell me?” He said.

“How have you been?” I asked.

“Fine, essays due, you know,” He replied, folding his arms, “What’s up?”

“Umm, do you want to go for lunch tomorrow?”

“Why?” he frowned, folding his hands to his chest. I didn’t know how to respond to that. I thought he wanted to, and that’s why I asked. “Oh wait, is my friendship now good enough for you?” He smirked. He was laughing at me. He didn’t understand what I felt. He didn’t know what rejection felt like, what being hidden and not being accepted in public by the one you like was not something he was familiar with at all.

“Harry! We are leaving,” Maddie chirped opening the door and putting her hand forward. He took it and walked away without turning back to look at me. I couldn’t help the tears from falling. Maybe, rejection was always written for me.

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Part 3?

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Because it’s Christmas…

SUMMARY:  Where Y/N plays the intermediary in a breakup and is stuck with the ex-boyfriend

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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It took awhile for me to get over what happened. Nobody saw it as a big deal, no one saw how uncomfortable it could have been for someone.For someone who hasn’t felt that touch ever in her life. I got over it. It happened and it was okay. I was ignoring all calls from Sara. She put me in this situation and was an awful help after. That wasn’t how a friend was supposed to be. I had taken a step back into advising people. I was reading a few books on how to improve. I know it was none of my business and, what I did was not fine. I would be crushed if I was told by my boyfriend’s friend about my breakup. It was humiliating.

I was keeping away from some people as well. Some people who knew Harry well now since it had been a while. Some people who knew about my tattoo and about Harry’s painting. I know they were questioning it, I know they were questioning me.

I was volunteering a lot more. I knew I was a good listener, but I chose where I opened my mouth, and let people come to their own decisions.  It was almost Christmas, and people were starting to leave. I knew I was not going back home. It didn’t make sense, it was another pain of choosing houses to go too, and dealing with obnoxious people who were plainly mean and ruined any feeling of the holiday spirit. I was better alone. I was planning to go to a couple museums and work with this one charity where we wrapped gifts for children. Then, plan a nice meal for myself and sit in - it was ideal really. And, then a few people will be back before New Year so, I was fine.

I walked into the charity with some nice Christmas gift wraps and was instantly let down to see him there. Harry Styles. He looked up and smiled. This was a select volunteer programme, only 6 people were selected and we had a partner. He was mine.

“How are you?” He asked.

“Fine, fine. Let’s get to work?” I said, sitting down. He had everything ready so, we just had to work.

“What are you still doing here? Not going back home?” He asked.

“Umm no,” I responded. I didn’t want to make small talk.

We kept quiet for a while, “We have wrapped 30 gifts now. Can we please say something to each other?” He groaned.

I just looked at him. I really had nothing to say.

“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. It was wrong for me to do that,” He apologized.

“It was a game,” I shrugged.

“I also, meant about the paintings,” he looked up. “I made them in the next three days after I left your house and I was angry. I didn’t want them to come out, but Giselle saw it and sent pictures to the gallery manager. That’s why I didn’t call you. I didn’t call you because I knew you’d get it. And, I made it at a time where I was really low, so low, and I don’t have anyone here Y/N. Painting is my only way… the only way I can get it out. But, I’m really sorry. It was wrong.”

“Do you think that bad of me?” I asked.

“What?”

“I have never had someone think that badly of me. I don’t get off at hurting you, and I’m not sick, I like to think I’m -  that I’m nice and not not..”

“Yeah.”

—-

“So, what about you? Aren’t you going back home?” I asked, walking out of the charity.

“No, I’m not. I lost my father last year, and I don’t have anyone else to go back to really. A stepmom, but we were never close.” He walked with me.

“Oh, okay.” I didn’t have anything else to say.

“And you aren’t going back because?” He asked.

“I don’t fit with my mother’s third husband’s family. And, my father’s wife is obnoxious. I don’t have many choices,” I told him.

“You’re fine with being alone?” He held my arm stopping me.

“I’m used to it,” I laughed.

He nodded, and we went our separate way.

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“Hello, who is this?” I picked up my call.

“Hi, umm Hi. This is Harry.”

“Hey, hi, Merry Christmas!” I quickly said.

“Merry Christmas,” He mumbled.

“What happened?”  I asked.

“What are you doing?”

“I just made a lot of food, and I am going to watch a movie, you?”

“Can I join you?” He asked.

“Umm-“

“Please. I am not used to being alone. It is my first holiday alone without dad, and I am a bit, umm, a bit sad. I know, we aren’t on the best terms, but please,” I hadn’t heard anyone who sounded as pained as him.

“I’m sending my address.”

“I’ll get the alcohol.”

He arrived in the next 30 mins, looking a bit dishevelled. He was still so hot. I swore that my hormones didn’t care about anything. In these thirty minutes, I tried to fix my room which was a mess, I should have fixed myself. I still in my night clothes which I realized were a bit too skimpy for meeting someone.

“Thanks for inviting me,” He smiled.

“Come in,” I pulled the door open.

“I got everything I had in my cupboard. So, we have Tequila, Vodka, Cheap Rum, and Wine, it’s red,” He empties his huge bag.

“Wow, you got the bar! I went out on a spread and made a full Italian spread!”

“You have people coming?” He asked.

“No, just you. Come on, you can choose the movie!”

“I’m going to be a sap and say Love Actually,” He smiled. I groaned, why?

“It’s a Christmas movie, C'mon!” I climbed into my bed, he changed into his pyjamas and danced his way to me. “Thank you for having me. Are we starting with shots?” I nodded and we took three each.

“Shit, Love Actually,” I giggled, my head spinning. “Found it!”

He brought us rum, and I played the movie. His commentary went through the movie making me laugh so hard. I forgot all about our history, laughing with him as he repeated the dialogues, telling me details of the extra shots. It was the shortest movie ever.

“C’mon we should eat,” I tried getting up from the bed. I realized I was drunk when I placed my feet on the ground and fell back in the attempt to stand up on the bed.

“You fell,” He laughed, as sloshed as me. “We should dance.”

“Oh god,” I held my head, trying to walk towards the kitchen.

“Do you want lasagne or I made pasta or this pasta -“

“Lasagne,” Harry screamed. I nodded and cut the meal and put it in the microwave. Harry was fumbling outside with my speaker. “God, I love this song!” He moaned. “Come here,” He wrapped his arms around me and pulled in for a classic dance. How was it so easy to be around this guy? What was happening?

“Food’s ready,” I met his eyes. He was looking at my lips. He nodded but didn’t let me go. My eyes shifted to his, they looked so soft. Memories from that night flooded inconveniently only the feeling of his lips on mine, and how good they felt. I wasn’t thinking, I don’t think he was either. It was slow, I was more aware of his hand moving to hold my face, the other bringing me closer to his body. I closed my eyes when we kissed. This was willing, as my fingers pulled his hair, trying to get him closer. It was as if my mind shut off. We were jumping boundaries. If we told people how we came to this, I would come out looking like a bitch. I pushed him against the couch, my instinct taking over. He tasted like rum, and I was enjoying it too much. He sat down, our lips breaking, and I pushed my hair, aside. “Food’s ready,” he pulled me down, making me climb on him, as he kissed me again. I had never been this close to a guy, and my drunk mind was telling me to take his clothes off. I could feel his hand on my waist. My shirt rising up, I wasn’t wearing anything under. I stopped kissing him. He opened his eyes in question, “too fast,” I mumbled. Nodding, he tucked my flick behind my ear and placed another kiss on my lips.

“We chose Lasagne, didn’t we?” He asked.

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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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Annabeth’s POV:

“Where have you been?!” I ask harshly.

“Sorry the bus was really late,” Roxy shrugged, “Plus look who we have,” She pointed to the oblivious sub teacher, “He didn’t even notice me walking in late!”

“It’s second period and I was just worried, that’s all...” I sighed.

“No need to! Plus I’m excused, I have a note.” Roxy laughed, waving the piece of paper in the air.

“Hey, do you know what the answer is for question 21?” Juliet asked, tapping her pencil on the small student desk.

“Seriously?” Roxy raised an eyebrow.

“Some people actually do like this subject Roxanne.” I replied, looking back on my practice test worksheet.

“Yeah, you may not care about passing History, but I do.” Juliet fired back.

“Okay, I get it, but come on! Its one sheet, just chill, the bells about to go anyways.” Roxy just smiled.

“Notes.” Juliet simply said and we all knew we should just give up. *RING RING RING*

“See?” Roxy smiled, picking up her bag and walking towards the door.

“We have to keep an eye on her!” I smiled to Juliet, as we followed her out.

“Come on, Heather and I have something to show you.” Juliet smirked, guiding me towards the lockers.

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"Ya ready t go?" Niall asked me in that voice that made me melt. "Yeah one more curl!" I yelled down from my current spot in the bathroom. I took one more quick look at myself. I was wearing this : [ http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=85335467 ] and I looked good! I ran down the stairs and saw Niall staring me down. "You look gorgeous babe." He said his jaw on the ground. I blushed and looked at my shoes. "Thanks, you do too." I replied shyly. I grabbed my purse and we headed out. Once we got to the bar we both took some shots. I decided I would be the sober one this time and I'd let Niall enjoy himself. He took shot after shot, drink after drink until he began to slur his words. "Let's go dance." He said as he attempted to stand up, only to fall back in his seat again. "I think it's time to go, Niall." I said as I grabbed his arm heading towards the door. Once I got him in the car I walked to the drivers side, starting the car. We began our journey to his house. "Are we there yet?" Niall asked for the hundredth time. "Almost Niall. 5 more minutes." I replied slightly annoyed. As soon as we got to his house he got out of the car and wobbly walked to his door. I unlocked it for him using my spare key he gave me. I helped him up the stairs and into his room. "Stay here with me tonight?" He asked me. "I have to get home Niall. I'll see you tomorrow." I sighed. It hurt my heart to say no to him but I couldn't take advantage of him like that. It could be just his drunken side talking.  "Please don't go Vlada." Niall pleaded. "Why?" I asked, suddenly interested in his answer. "Because I love you." He responded with sincere eyes. I debated whether it was true or not. Unfortunately I decided it wasn't and noticed while I was thinking he had fallen asleep. I left some Advil, water, and a note explaining what he said. I quickly left his flat. 

Niall's POV 

I woke up with a pounding headache. What happened last night? I looked on my night stand to see some medicine and water. I swallowed those pills like there was no tomorrow. Then I noticed a note in Vlada's handwriting. Oh no, was she here last night? I picked it up and read it. "Dear Niall, you're probably wondering what happened lady night. Well, let me tell you. We went out to the bar and you got drunk. I drove you home and that's when you told me you loved me. I'm not sure if you meant it or if you were just drunk, but if you did mean it, I love you too. I always have but never knew you felt the same way. So, I'll see you around. Bye Niall, Vlada" I jumped out of bed and ran to get dressed. I hopped in my car and drove to Vlada's flat. I opened her flat using the key she gave me. "Vlada? Vlada!!" I shouted looking for her. I soon saw her stunning face. "Niall" she whispered. I grabbed her face and kissed her with all the passion in my body. I've been waiting to do this forever now. "I love you." I said. "I love you too." She gasped.