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.

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14. I'm All He Has

TAYLOR'S POV

It's Friday afternoon, and I'm on the bus. I was getting off the bus at Harry's house again.

"Why do you get off at this house now? Did you move here?" Beth asked. I paused "Skyscraper".

"It's Harry's house." I lied.

"Oh. Your cousin is so hot." I wanted to punch Beth in the face.

"Please, don't talk about him like that." I mumbled.

"Are you....jelous?"

"Uh..No! He's my cousin. It's just wierd having my best friend talk about my cousin like that." I lied again.

"I'm sorry. Soooooo, the dance is in a couple weeks. Has Liam asked you?"

"Nope. Anyone asked you?"

"Of course not."

I chuckled. "Beth, someone will ask you."

"I hope so."

"Gotta go. Bye. See you in a week." I waved to Beth.

"Bye, Tay!"

I walked up to Harry's door. I knocked.

"Well, hello." Harry smiled.

"Hi hi. Ready to go?"

"Yup." Harry locked the door, and we headed off to his college.

* * *

KAYLA'S POV

We arrived at Harry's dorm. "It's big." I said, satisfied.

"It's enough." Harry laughed.

I looked at the bed in the middle of his room. "Let's paint." I smiled.

We opened the huge cans, and started painting.

I was facing the wall with my back facing Harry, when I felt paint splash across my cheek.

"Oh my go-"

I was cut off by Harry's laughter. He was cracking up.

"It's not funny! Jerk!" I joked with him.

"It's hilarious, Kay!" Harry laughed even more.

"No! Why did you do that?!" I shrieked.

"'Cause it's funny." Harry smirked.

At that moment, I slowly raised my paintbrush.

I flung the paint across the room towards Harry, and it went across his face, and hair.

"What the fuck?!" Harry laughed.

I had brought my hand up to my mouth.

"Karma's a bitch!" I fell on the floor laughing.

Eventually, Harry and I broke out into war.

White paint was covering the boxes and Harry's bed. Good thing he had bought new sheets, and such.

When we finally stopped flinging paint, we both sat on his bedroom floor.

We were covered from head to toe in paint.

"I should kill you." Harry smiled.

"Ditto, douche face."

"You wanna kill me?" Harry stuck out his bottom lip.

I bit my lip. "Yes." I messed with him.

"Well, we'll have to change that." Harry smirked.

He moved closer to me.

He slowly stood up, and helped me up.

He moved closer to me, as I backed away, until I was pushed up against the wall.

He took my face in his hands, and slowly moved his face down to my neck.

I felt him kissing my skin. I tried to hold back moans.

He was really good at this, and I loved it.

"H-Harry. I don't want to kill you anymore."

I didn't want him to stop, but I didn't want to collapse on the floor in front of him either.

"That doesn't mean I'm gonna stop." Harry whispered, his face still close to my neck.

I could feel his breath on my neck.

"Do you want me to stop?" He whispered again.

"Not really, but I might p-pass out." I managed to say.

"Well?" Harry said. He was now making eye contact,and he was standing up straight.

"I don't want it to lead to anything."

"Oh. I know you're not ready for that. I wouldn't take it that far, until you were ready."

Could he get anymore perfect?

"You want me to do it again?" Harry smirked.

"I still can't breathe from the last time."

Harry laughed. "Let's start setting stuff up." I suggested.

* * *

We had set up most of Harry's things.

We only had a couple of small things to put up.

In about 15 minutes, we had to see his mom off at the airport.

*

We had arrived at the airport.

"Well, this sucks." Anne sighed.

She was about to leave.

We had five more minutes.

"Yeah, it does suck." Harry mumbled. He looked so upset.

I grabbed his hand, and intertwined our fingers. I watched his face soften, but he still stared hard at the ground.

"Harry, I have a job. I have to go." Anne said.

"I know, Mum." Harry was definitely holding back tears.

Anne then hugged Harry. I let go of his hand, and he held her.

So tightly, that I knew it was hard to let go so fast.

"I love you, Mum." Harry sniffled.

"I love you too, baby."

I almost started crying watching them. Anne had already felt like my mother now too.

She managed to make me love her.

I cried before Harry.

They still hugged.

"You guys have to come visit me." Anne wiped tears away, letting go of Harry. He stood next to me.

"We will. I promise. I'll comke with or without Harry." I said.

She chuckled.

"Now boarding, Flight 220, to Los Angeles." The intercom buzzed.

 

"Mum, don't go." Harry hugged Anne extremely tightly.

Harry bawled in his mother's arms.

"I have to go." She pried herself away from Harry.

"You're all I have left." He cried.

He was right.

He had nobody else.

"Harry, you have youre wonderful girlfriend." Anne smiled.

Harry turned to me.

"I know. Go ahead. I love you, Mum."

"Love you too. Bye now." Anne walked away.

She was gone.

I grabbed Harry's hand, and held it tight.

"I love you." I whispered.

"I love you too, Kayla."

 

 

AUNTHOR'S NOTE.

 

OMFG IM SORRY TO ALL READERS.

 

MY LAPTOP HAS BEEN BROKEN AND I COULDNT FIND ANY OTHER WAY TO WRITE.

 

IM SORRY. SORRY. SORRY. SORRY. SORRY SORRY SORRY.

 

 

IM SO SORRY GUYS. I HOPE SOME OF YALL STILL READ THIS

 

ILYSM

 

 

PLEASE READ GUYS

 

 

OKAY ILYSM.

 

BYEEEEEE.

 

MARY~

 

 

 

P.S. PLEASE DONT HATE ME OMFG

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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