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.”

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22. Chapter 21

Inhale. Exhale. The noise from my breaths filled the house as I lay curled in a ball on their sofa. I could leave right now, go back home and disappear from their lives. They wouldn’t care. In fact they’d be relieved that I had gone. If my mind wasn’t playing tricks on me, I could have sworn Harry was in here watching me sleep, but my imagination seemed to have a mind of its own nowadays.

I counted each tick of the clock before it chimed noon. Why aren’t any of them awake? Or are they deliberately avoiding getting up. I know I would if I was them, the awkwardness in this house would be unbearable. I wish Kalli would come back, she believed me she could even stick up for me. 6 days until her arrival, a lot can happen in that amount of time. Hell Harry could even go back on what he said and make me leave. But why should I hang on every word he says? If I wanted to leave I could. Liar liar pants on fire my conscious chanted. Fine maybe I don’t want to leave, but I at least get comfort in knowing I could.

What if I got a DNA test to prove my innocence? Would he believe me then? I have a feeling that a small ounce of him does believe me even with no proof, but what’s making him change his mind? This is what I do best, I over think everything. Which intentionally makes it worse, the only thing is I can’t help it.

A door creaked open causing me to sit up. I focused my attention on the door to the living room awaiting the person’s arrival. Liam came in rubbing his eyes. He sat down on the other sofa and turned on the TV. He must be trying very hard to ignore me, good one. Come dine with me appeared on the screen, I love this programme. I made myself comfortable pulling my blanket back over me and snuggled back down on the sofa. I felt Liam’s eyes on me as I watched the TV. I foolishly allowed myself to look back to him. A smile crept over his face.

“You like this?” he asked.

“Yeah I used to watch this with my mum” I looked down.

He frowned “were you close to your mum?”

I nodded “very.”

“I’m sorry,”

I sighed “It’s okay.”

He paused the TV “do you want a drink or something to eat?”

I shook my head.

He nodded and walked out the room. Is it me or is Liam actually trying to be nice to me? He came back in and passed me a bottle of water and a packet of crisps.

“You didn’t have to.”

He shrugged and pressed play on the TV. It was actually a rather interesting episode, except for the annoying comments Liam made. He doesn’t know good food even if it hit him in the face. I’ve watched how they all eat, takeaways or going out, never homemade.

“Can any of you cook?” I asked.

He looked at me “no, well yeah no.”

“Interesting” I mumbled.

“Why can you?”

I nodded “yeah, I’m good at making lasagne actually. Most people who knew me back home knew me as lasagne girl… I know it’s not really much of a name I got for myself but hey.”

“Lasagne girl” he began to laugh. But then his face hardened “did people treat you well back home?”

This time I laughed “well I wasn’t first picked in P.E or first in line to be asked to prom if that’s what you mean.”

He rolled his eyes “you know what I mean.”

“They treated me fine, I mean I was never bullied or anything.”

“So why come here, to Holmes Chapel I mean?”

“Because I wanted to find myself Liam, you don’t know what it’s like. To wake up one day and find out everything you ever knew was a lie. My parents lied to me about everything.”

“Like what?”

I sighed “why do you care?”

He shuffled in his seat “I don’t.”

I laughed “then I think this conversation is over don’t you?”

He glowered at me sharing unspoken words that I simultaneously understood. My eyes stayed fixed on the TV once I managed to look away from him.

Louis entered the living room and sat down next to Liam. He looked over at me and smiled.

“So Marty you less moody today?”

Liam nudged him which made him smile.

“I don’t understand but never mind. Have you guys had breakfast?” he looked at both of us.

We both nodded, I think we both knew it was best not to speak.

“Fuck” Harry moaned from outside.

“What time do you call this?” Louis whined.

Harry tried to smile “overslept.”

“No shit” Louis’ eyes rolled before he patted the seat next to him.

Harry slumped down and rested his head back on the cushion. He drummed his fingers on the edge of the sofa as he stared dourly at the wall in front of him.

“A friend of mine is coming to stay for a few days” Harry spoke to Liam and Louis.

“Who?” Louis asked.

“You’ve never met him, he’s good. I said he could sleep on the sofa,” he stared over at me.

His message was loud and clear.

“I’ll sleep on the floor” I said quietly.

Harry creased his eyebrows but said nothing. Louis and Liam looked at each other and then back to me.

“Take my bed, I’ll sleep on the floor” Liam said.

Harry glared at him.

“No I won’t take a bed, I’m fine with the floor” I admitted.

“Don’t be stupid” Liam grunted.

“Okay” I whispered.

Harry’s POV

“A word in the kitchen” I said to Liam.

He followed me out and lent against the fridge.

“What the fuck?” I growled.

“I don’t care what she has done Harry, she is not sleeping on the floor” he shrugged.

He was supposed to be my best friend, but he’s siding with her? It was as if he could read my mind,

“I have your back always you know that. But she has to be here until Kal gets back, she has no money, nowhere to go. You’ve invited someone over meaning she has nowhere to sleep. Are you honestly suggesting she sleeps on the floor?” he raised his brow.

Liam was right, of course he was. I am just being stubborn as per usual, she makes me so angry. But I can’t understand if I’m angry at her or myself. After all I’m the one who made me open to her. She affected me from the moment we first met.

“Fine” I said bluntly.

“Promise me one thing?” I asked.

“What?”

“Keep away from her Liam. Don’t be getting any ideas you got that?”

He nodded and said nothing else.

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