Separated at birth

Harry looked at me with intensity in his eyes, “I don’t know why you’re here, or who you are. I don’t know if you’re telling me the truth, or if it’s a pack of lies. But I do know for the first time in my life, I feel complete. I feel like I’ve finally found you Marty, this is crazy and I know it is. But it’s true. You could be my twin like you say, or you could be another person, but whatever it is I don’t feel empty anymore.”


20. Chapter 19

Harry took me out for breakfast this morning. He ordered us both a big breakfast, my mouth watered as I dug into the sausage.

“Someone’s hungry” he laughed.

It’s true it was the only chance I’ve had to properly eat. My food for the past week had consisted of a piece of toast, a sandwich, chocolate bar, and a packet of sweets. This isn’t usual for me, to have someone spoil me like this. He has done so much and he hardly knows me, what is that about?

“Tell me about your family?” he asked.

I gulped and looked up to him.

“Your adopted family” he corrected me.

“They meant everything to me. My mum especially, we would do everything together. She used to take me window shopping at least once every week. We would say what we wanted and make up stories in our heads. She was strong very strong, never showed any sign of struggle. My dad was weird but I loved him unconditionally. He rarely engaged in a conversation with me, always afraid I would go off on one at him, always on egg shells around me, like I had the power to break him. I guess maybe that’s because I wasn’t his. He probably just wanted a daughter of his own.”

“I’m sure they loved you so much” he whispered.

“What about you?” I asked.                                 

“It’s really nothing special. My mum I love more than anything on this earth, she is the kindest person. My dad I have never met, well I have but I was too young to remember. My stepdad is a jackass, we do not get on. He used to pick on me quite a lot. I couldn’t wait till I left home.”

“Pick on you?” I rested my chin on my hands.

He nodded “always making snide comments about my looks or the way I dressed or even my sexuality. He makes my mum happy he’s a saint to her, but to me nah.”

I frowned “sounds like an ass.”

He smirked “you’ve got that right. It’s weird I have never told anyone that before.”

“I’m glad you told me” I smiled.

The stepfather doesn’t sound very nice does he? But my mum she sounds wonderful, it’s a shame any judgement I can make of her is clouded by the fact she put me up for adoption. Now it’s not that I don’t agree with adoption, sure if you can’t look after your child than fair enough. But that wasn’t her case at all, she kept Harry.

“Kalli wanted me to talk to you” he admitted.

My heart leapt out of my chest. Could she really betray my trust like that and tell him? No she wouldn’t do that to me, she couldn’t.

“About what?” I asked wearily.

“She is going away for the week with Niall,” he began. “She wasn’t sure if you wanted to go with her or stay here with me. I hope you don’t mind but I sort of answered for you…”


“I said you would rather stay here, if that is incorrect I can pay for you to stay in a hotel it’s no problem.”

“I would love to stay with you.”

“Okay” he smiled.

“But I do have one favour to ask?”

He nodded.

“Please stop offering me money.”

He sighed “what is a guy meant to do with all the money he has?”

“Use it wisely Harry.”

“I am.”

“I could be anyone to you. My whole aim of being here could be to steal your money, and you’re giving it away.”

“But there’s a problem you see” he tilted his head.

“And what’s that?” I challenged him.

“I trust you.”

“You trust me?”

He nodded “I do.”

But does he? Many people say that word like it’s just another word but it isn’t. It has a powerful meaning, and it’s very rare to truly trust someone. Does he trust me to tell him the truth? Give him my opinion? Or tell him that I’m his twin?

~ ~ ~ ~

The rest of the day Harry and I spent at a theme park in London. He dragged me on every ride possible. On one I thought I was going to be sick. He just simply laughed and acted as if I were a baby. Not everyone is as good as he is at going on rides. We had our own bag of candyfloss and I even had an ice cream with chocolate sauce. He unfortunately licked the top but I continued to eat it anyway. After all we do have the same genes and all…

“I’ve had a good day with you” Harry said as we walked inside.

“Me too” and that was the complete truth.

Liam sat on the sofa in the living room engrossed in a book. His eyes met mine and for a second I thought he was going to smile, instead he focused his attention back on the book. After Harry and I were out of hearing I opened up to him.

“Has Liam got a problem with me?” I asked.

“Why do you say that?”

“He hasn’t said one word to me since I’ve been here.”

“I’m sorry about that, he can be difficult. I hadn’t realised he has been like that with you, I’ll talk to him.”

“No it’s okay don’t worry about it. I think I’m going to go bed, I’ll see you in the morning Harry.”

He hugged me tightly “see you in the morning.”

Harry’s POV

After Marty had gone to bed I went and joined Liam. I kicked him in the leg as I sat down next to him.

“What was that for?” he moaned.

“For being a dick to Marty.”

“A dick, what are you talking about? I haven’t said anything to her.”

“Exactly, why?” I said aggravated.

“I have nothing to say.”

I rolled my eyes “there’s something you’re not telling me.”

“That’s just you being paranoid” he laughed.

“Is it?”

He nodded.

I ignored him and looked down at my phone. Kalli text me a couple of hours ago I forgot to reply.

Make sure you look after her Harry. I mean it, she is important to me and well she seems important to you. I ask one thing make sure she’s here when I’m back, have fun xo

Why does she have to be so dramatic?

“God this house is a mess” Liam snarled.

I looked around at all the crumpled pieces of paper and food on the floor.

“I’ll get the bin bag” I said going into the kitchen.

The bin was nearly full after I was done with the living room, I’m quite proud of it. I noticed a letter tucked in the cushion on the sofa. It was addressed to me? I picked up the letter and sat down on the sofa.

Dear Harry…
This letter is probably the hardest thing I have ever had to write. You probably won’t believe anything that is said, and I have prepared myself for that. But I have to try and make you see. Maybe even understand how scared I am. Life is full of liars and cheaters. You may even be surrounded by them. My name is Marty and you don’t know me. But I know you, well sort of. I’m not a crazy obsessed One Direction fan that you will probably label me as after you’ve read this. I am a girl who has just found out she has a family she never knew existed. My adopted parents died not long ago and this is when I was told in a letter. I went in search for my family after finding out I was born in Holmes Chapel. This is when I arrived at the hospital you were at on the day of the charity event. You are my twin brother Harry, I am your twin. Yes this sounds so ridiculous that probably if I wasn’t completely exhausted and drained I would find this funny. I read my file which said my birth mother was Anne Cox and I had a twin named Harry Cox. This is why I asked you your birthday to check and see if it was even possible. We were born on the same day Harry, the same year. This is best said face to face I know that, but I don’t think I have enough courage to do this in person. I can’t deal with being laughed at. Believe what you want Harry, but I really hope you believe the truth.
Love Marty Sheen.

A/N: OK Guys so I will not be updating until Saturday/Sunday as I will be in London with no laptop! Much love xxx

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