The Other Twin

Carrie Tomlinson. Recognise the last name? You got it, she's the lesser twin to the one and only Louis Tomlinson. With a life that's seemingly going no where whilst her brother's status is endlessly increasing, distance between the two of them seems to be the only thing that's ever growing in her life. But what could she do? An average girl living in one of the most 'make it or break it' countries known to mankind...


Curly was stepping out of line. I decided to ignore his little rant, but he showed no signs of stopping. “So do you just follow your brother around or something? You’re awfully quiet. Are you like, ‘the other twin’, you know the one that no one even notices is there?”

Before I knew it I was screaming at a rather shocked looking boy. Well, it was his own fucking fault.



6. Gang Of Misfits


“Where’d they all go?” I mumbled, looking around a very empty and now very messy hotel room

“Home Caz” My heart sank a little, despite being the idiotic and reckless bunch of twats they are, I actually enjoyed their company. Boys are so much easier to get along with than girls. Fact.

“Why?” I pouted, pushing my lower lip out as far as possible

“Perhaps because they live there?” he said blankly.

“No shit Sherlock” I sighed, pushing my towel turban back up onto my head and crashed on the sofa next to Lou “what are the plans then?” I finished, picking up the remote and flicking over to the CITV channel

Don’t judge, children’s TV is da bomb.

“Well the boys and I are gonna go stay at Harry’s uncles place next week to get to know each other more and start on songs and the like”

“In other words binge drink and eat mountains worth of crappy food?”

“Pretty much” he chuckled.

“But that’s not what I wanted to know retard. I meant what are our plans?” I put emphasis on the ‘our’, somehow I knew things wouldn’t be the same anymore. No more me and Lou taking on the world together. Nope, now he came with his very own gang of misfits.

“Oh,” he thought for a while before continuing “well our train isn’t till tomorrow so I guess we could go shopping?”

“You speak my language bro” I winked, punching his arm “I’ll be ready in 10.” Shopping with ma boy, what could be better? Using his leg as a boost I ran towards my suitcase clapping my hands together like the excited 5 year old I am at heart.

Again, I’m gonna ask you not to judge.


I grinned at myself in the mirror, I wasn’t looking too bad in all fairness - summer clothes are definitely my forte. I had matched my favourite blue checked shirt together with a plain vest, shorts and my ever so comfortable white converse.

Note to self: buy more pairs of converse. They’re unbelievably comfortable, practical and look hot with basically anything.

Slinging my bag over my shoulder and pulling my sunglasses down over my face I made my way down to the lobby where Lou was waiting for me “you look lovely today” he grinned. It’s surprising how far a genuine smile can go to making you feel even the tiniest bit better.

“As do you Mr” I ruffled his hair and straightened out his collar before continuing “so…Oxford street?”

“OMG you totally read my mind!” he squealed. If I didn’t know him any better I would be placing bets on him being gay, but he’s not. Perhaps a gay man trapped in a straight man’s body though?


“Maybe when me and the boys become famous I’ll be able to actually buy you something from here” Lou sighed, looking at the ridiculously priced items to the look of longing on my face for this beautiful knee length summer dress I had just found in the prestigious Selfridges shop.

“Don’t be silly Lou” I laughed lightly, “You don’t need to buy me expensive stuff. As long as you’re around I don’t need anything like this” He pretended to barf at my cheesiness as I clipped him round the back of the head, what a douche.

“But for now, we’ve got £200 that dad left us to blow in let’s say…Topshop?”

“Did I ever mention that I love you?” I winked

“Well it wouldn’t hurt for you to say it more often” I rolled my eyes as he chuckled, before snatching the credit card he was flashing me out of his hand and dragging him out towards the exit.

“Oh, crap, I’m so sorry” I bit my lip, collecting the bags I had just made the man I bumped into drop all over the floor. Louis had joined me in apologising and started shoving his items back into the designer shop bags

“It’s fine” the man chuckled, his voice somewhat familiar

“Carrie, psst, Carrie get up!” Louis hissed, low enough for only me to hear, he was now tugging at my cardigan sleeve. I stood up, swatting his hand off of me, straightening out and finally looking at the man stood in front of me.

He was dressed in a long blackish grey coat, despite the warm weather, a simple white t shirt, blue jeans and black shoes. His black hair was stuck up and his bright white teeth glistened in the light, and even though the majority of his face was hidden behind a pair of black sunglasses I knew exactly who it was.

“Hi again Simon” Louis grinned, shaking his hand

I stood there, mouth open, gawping like a fish. Did Louis just shake hands with Simon Cowell as if there was nothing abnormal with this?

“This is my twin sister, Carrie” he introduced, snapping me out of my haze

“Hello Mr Cowell” I smiled like a mindless goon

“Simon, please” he laughed slightly, “your brother is very talented Carrie”

“I know,” my grin grew even wider than I thought possible through sheer pride of my twin who was now blushing like a headless goon “I was the one who convinced him to go for the X Factor” well I’d like to get a little recognition for making my brother a superstar ok? Is that so bad?

“Well thanks, he fits in nicely with the other four lads. But anyway, I must be off, I’ll see you in a few weeks yes Louis?”

He nodded before Simon departed

“Holy shit I just met Simon Cowell.” Louis laughed “are you sure that just happened?”

“Best believe it sister”

Holy mother of chocolate biscuits. Like, what the actual fuck? 2 weeks ago I was barely getting out of bed every day, moping around in nothing but my pyjamas; now I’m in London watching my brother get famous and meeting people like Simon Cowell. This shit just doesn’t happen to people like me.

But, I guess things are changing around here.

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