Double Devine

Taylor Marie Gold. Shawna Lay Smith. Kayla Ariana Devine. Which one is the real one? Kayla Devine has been living three different lives. Ever since her parents split up, Kayla has different identities. Her mother lives farther away from her father. She goes to two different schools. At one school, she is Taylor Marie Gold, the goody girl. Straight A's. Perfect blonde hair, blue sparkling eyes. Every guy's dream girl. At another school, she is Shawna Lay Smith. The bad girl. Fails in school. Sneaks out. Risktaker. What happens when 2 boys fall in love with her fake identities? What happens when the real Kayla falls in love? Double life, double everything.


12. Charlie Gray


I woke up next to Harry in his bed. I had to go to school today. Harry was going to take me again, so that means I could sleep in a little later. I watched him sleep. He was so perfect in every single way. I just kept watching him.

"Why are you staring at me?" He asked, his eyes still closed. "Cause you're cute." I poked his nose.

"What time is it?" He asked me.

"Six a.m."

"Go back to sleep, then."

I started to lay back down, when I thought about someone. "Harry?"


"Can you take me somewhere?"


"My best friend's house."


"Ummm. Now?"

"No. It's too early."


"Fine, but how are you going to get ready for school?"

"I just won't go today."

"Well, you're just a rebel."

"Nope. I miss every other week at that school. Missing another day won't mean anything."

I texted my mom, and told her I felt sick. She told Harry to take care of me, and said I had to come home tonight.

I told her I would, and got ready to go to my best friend's house.

I wore skinny jeans, Converse, and Harry's oversized Beatles t-shirt.

I pulled my hair up in a messy bun, and Harry let me use some of his mom's makeup. I just wore mascara, and foundation.

Nothing big, nothing small. Just Kayla.

When I was ready, I met Harry outside.

"I'll put the directions in my GPS." Harry said.

"No need. We can just walk to her house from here."

"Who is your best friend, anyway?"

"Oh, you'll see. I told who she was last night."

"I can't remember." Harry chuckled.

We started off down the sidewalk. Four houses down, and we stopped.

"This house." I smiled.

"Why is it blue?"

"There's a reason for everything. It was her husband's favorite color."

"Husband? I thought she was a teenager."

"Not a teen, but knows how to help them." I smiled, then walked up the porch steps.

I knocked on Mrs. Wicker's door.

I heard footsteps, and Peanut's claws hitting the floor.

The door opened, and Mrs. Wicker beamed.


"Mrs. Wicker." I hugged her, and stepped in her house.

Harry followed me. Mrs. Wicker smiled at him.

"And who might you be?"

"I'm Harry.Harry Styles."

"I'm Jen Wicker. Nice to meet you."

Harry and Mrs. Wicker shook hands. We sat down on her couch.

"Why are you up so early?" I asked Mrs. Wicker.

"Mornings are the best time of the day."

Mrs. Wicker always had a clever answer for me, never seemed to let me down.

Harry's phone began to buzz, and he stood to answer it.

"Excuse me." He said, as he stepped into the cold morning air.

"He's a cutie." Mrs. Wicker winked, as she sat next to me.

"He's also my boyfriend." I smiled at her.

"Does he treat you like a man should, baby? Cause if not, we'll have to kick him to the curb."

"He's loving me through some things, so, yes, he's a keeper."

"You still living different lives?"

"Yes.." I sighed. I looked at the ground, waiting for Mrs. Wicker's response.

"Desperate times call for desperate measures, and it seems like Cupid is leavin' some desperate lovers around, so I'll support, baby girl." Mrs. Wicker smiled.

I smiled up at her, and watched Harry through the window. He looked upset. He was talking to someone on his phone.

His eyes met mine, and I watched him walk in the house.

"Im so sorry, but I've gotta go. My mum needs help packing, before she leaves." He looked like he was about to break down, crying.

"Are you ok?"

I figured it out. His face, the way it gave off his feelings. He felt like he was going to be abandoned.

The same look had stuck on me when my mum told me dad was leaving us. Abandonment. Hurt, because you thought they'd never leave you, but they did. And did it without any care of your feelings.

He was going to miss his mom. I understood.

He just shook his head yes.

"You're gonna miss her." I said.

"More than ever." He sat down next to me.

"I know how it feels. Abandonment." I said.

He looked up at me.

"I've gotta go. Bye, Kay. I'll text you." Harry said as he kissed my forehead.

"Bye, Harry."

Mrs. Wicker had watched us the whole time.

"How long have you two been together?" She asked me.

"Only a couple weeks."

"And it can generate that fast."

"What can generate?"

"The love."

"Are you saying he loves me?"

"I'm not saying he doesn't."


"Do you love him, babygirl?"

"Not yet."

"Lying isn't healthy, kiddo." Mrs. Wicker laughed.

"I think it's too early to say I love him."

"Time and love don't have nothin' to do with eachother."

"So, you're saying I should tell him?"

"Follow your heart, babygirl."

"My heart has alot of different veins in it, and that's many directions to choose from."

"There's only one direction, love." (A/N see what I did there? One direction? No. ok. Sorry.)

"What direction?"

"His direction. He has a special place in that heart, and you know where it is. He fills the place, that someone left. He's that one thing that you've been looking for all your life."

I knew what Mrs. Wicker was talking about. My old best friend. Charlie Gray. He was a great guy. We met in seventh grade.


I walked into the big doors. Seventh grade was going to be hell for me, since most people hated me.

I watched people hug eacother, and catch up with eachother.

I had nobody to catch up with, so I just walked to my classroom. When I finally got there, I sat in the corner by myself.

There were some people chatting in circles, while I sat alone. I saw two boys talking in a corner. I listened into their conversation. "You're gay as hell. You need to go find a boyfriend."

I noticed another boy sitting in the desk the two boys were in front of. I got so mad. I didn't know the boy, but those kids didn't know him either. They knew his name, not his story. I stood up from my desk, and walked over to them. I tapped on one of the guy's shoulders.

"Who are you?" I snapped.

"Why do you care?" The kid snorted.

"I don't like when you talk to my boyfriend like that." I snapped again. I lied, but who cares.

"Your his girlfriend?" The kid asked, wide eyed.

"Sure am, so fuck off, you hobknocker." I pointed in the other direction. The two bullies stalked off, and I sat in the desk next to the poor kid.

I understood what he was going through. Getting tormented everyday, but not understanding why.

"You ok?" I asked.

"Yeah, thanks for that."

"Welcome. I'm Kayla Black, by the way."

"I'm Charlie Gray."

"Nice to meet you."

* *

After that day, we had become inseperable. I actually started to fall for him, but he didn't like me that way. He told me so.

As the year went on though, the bullies got worse. The words got to him. He hated the world. He hated everyone, except me.

One day after school, I was at his house playing Xbox.

"You suck so bad." He said, as we turned off the game.

"I know." I laughed.

"You know, you're my only friend right?" Charlie asked me. I stared up at him, and nodded.

"You're my only friend too."

"I just...I love you, Kay. Don't ever forget that."

"I love you too, and I promise I'll never forget." I smiled.

His mum walked into the room minutes later.

"Your mum's here. Get out." His mom slurred. She was drunk again.

I hugged Charlie, and he kissed my cheek. "Love you, best friend." He whispered.

"Love you, too." I walked out of his room, and out to my mum's car. I got in the front seat, and waved to Charlie.

He waved back, and we drove off. I looked back, and saw his mum pushing him in the house. His mom digusted me. She made his life ten times worse. I turned back around, and stayed silent.

* * *

Later that night, I was sitting in my room, listening to music. I heard a soft knock on my door.

"Come in." I unplugged my earphones, and sat up on my bed. My mum walked in, and sat down. She looked upset.

"Sweetie, I have bad news." She spoke softly.

Charlie came to my mind.

"What h-happened?" I stuttered.

"It's Charlie...he.." I knew right then. Charlie was gone.

"He what?" Tears threatened to spill over.

"He took his life tonight." My mom tried not to cry.

I let the pain overcome me. I cried. Never stopped.

The words, the hurt, he was tired of it. My best friend, and first real crush, was gone. Forever. That was the night I started cutting. I hurt myself. I missed him so much, that it hurt me. I hated it. I hated all of it.


I tried to hold back tears. Mrs. Wicker was right. Harry was slowly filling that place in my heart Charlie used to be in. He could never replace Charlie, but he could take up that space. And he managed to do it. I was in love with my best friend, Harry Styles.

"You know what to do now, don't ya?" Mrs. Wicker asked.

"I do. I've gotta tell him."

"You hear that, Charlie? She followed through. Thanks for the help." Mrs. Wicker smiled at the chair across the room.

"What?" I asked, in confusion.

"He's here. He had unfinished business, and it was you. He can go to heaven now."

"He's here?"

"I can see him. He says he loves you."

"I don't believe you."

"Charlie, prove to her you're here."

Mrs. Wickers eyes darted to the kitchen. I didn't see anything happen.

Mrs. Wicker smiled. "Look."

I went to the kitchen, and looked at the counter that Mrs. Wicker was looking at. There was a slip of paper there. It had letters written on it. I picked it up, and read it.

It read:

You know you're my only friend, right? I love you, Kay. Don't ever forget that.

Those were the exact words he said to me the day he took his life. Nobody had known he said that to me. I never told anyone.

"I love you too, and I promise I'll never forget." I spoke, and a tear fell. Mrs. Wicker smiled. "Believe me now?"

"Of course."

* * *

"Bye, Mrs. Wicker. Thanks for today." I hugged her.

"It was all Charlie's idea."

Harry had come back to pick me up,a nd he was standing next to me. "Who's Charlie?" He asked.

"An old friend." I smiled. I don't know if I imagined it, but right then, I heard Charlie laugh.

We said our goodbyes and Harry took me home. Today was the best day ever.



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