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.”


31. Chapter 30

She didn’t say anything, she was speechless. Harry glared at her, his eyes probably piercing through her. She kept her eyes on me, her head tilting to the side.

“Let’s go inside shall we?” Louis said trying to change the subject.

“Yeah go inside” she whispered.

“Harry we need to talk in private” she said dryly.

“Well I’m sure anything you have to say can be in front of family right?” his sarcastic tone filling the room.

“Stop it” she hissed.

I could feel the lump appearing in my throat fighting to break free. Do not cry. Liam’s fingers intertwined with mine. I squeezed his hand trying to find something to calm me.

But before I knew it his hand pulled away.

“Harry” Liam said.

Harry looked at me and then back to Liam before nodding his head. Liam suddenly pulled me away from the room. He took me up the stairs into a smaller room.

“This is my room” he admitted.

“But this is Harry’s house?” I asked confused.

“I spend a lot of time here” he laughed. His face hardened “are you okay?”

“I don’t want to talk about it. I can’t talk about it. Then I will cry I’m so sick of crying.”

His hand wiped my cheek “you are so strong.”

“Yeah” I snorted.

He rolled his eyes “I don’t know anyone who could go through what you went through and still come back fighting.”

“It’s nothing.”

I sat down on the floor and lent my head on the wall.

“You know there is a bed right here?”

“Yes but me and you on the same bed is too much.”

He frowned.

Harry’s POV

“What is this all about?” she huffed.

“Are you kidding me?” I roared.

She flinched “calm down.”

“Me calm down? You lied to me.”

“It was for your own good Harry.”

“No part of this situation is fucking good” I spat.

“Stop it. How do you even know she’s actually your twin?”

“You’re her mother what the fuck do you think?” I barked.

She closed her eyes “she was given away at such a young age I don’t remember.”

“Maybe if you spoke to her,” my voice started to break.

“Harry darling” she cried.

“Get away from me, how could you do this to her?”

“There is so much you don’t know Harry, it’s not as it seems.”

“Is that another lie?”

“I’m not lying to you” her voice stern.

“Well do you want to meet her?”

She looked at me wearily “I don’t know.”

“She’s your fucking daughter. Do you know what she’s been through to find me?”

“How could I?”

“She’s filed as a missing person mum. I’ve seen all the posters. She, your daughter has been assaulted and violated by god knows how many vile dogs out there,” I shuddered at the thought.

Tears fell from her eyes “I had no idea.”

“You better start making up for the past 17 years don’t you think?”

“Please Harry listen to me…”

“I don’t want to hear anything you have to say until you have seen her.”

She nodded “where is she?”

“With Liam.”


Marty’s POV

Someone knocked on the door. Liam and I looked up as Harry walked in with Anne.

“Give them a minute” Harry spoke directly to Liam.

Liam patted my arm before leaving with Harry. I allowed myself to look up to her, she frowned.

“I’m sorry for coming. I didn’t want to, but Harry made me I…”

“Shh” she whispered.

She sat down next to me “how did you find out, did he tell you?”

“He? No I stole my file.”

“Typical of that son of a bitch, you find out and now it’s my fault” she muttered.

“I’m sorry” I mumbled.

“Don’t ever apologise Marty, never. You have done nothing wrong, it’s a messed up situation you’re caught up in.”

“Was I not good enough?” I had to ask the question I knew would hurt the most.

“I loved you so much, you and Harry. The situation was out of my hands I didn’t have a choice.”

“Why me, I mean why not Harry?”

“I couldn’t choose between you, you were my angels. He didn’t give me a choice you were what he wanted.”

“Who are you talking about?” I asked.

“Your father” she cringed.

“Excuse me?” I asked stunned.

“He took you away from me. Where is he now?”

“You’re lying” I stood up.

“Lying about what? I’m not lying I have no reason to.”

“I don’t know my father. I was adopted.”

Her eyebrows creased “you were adopted?”

I nodded “yes by Jess and Hector.”


“Yes Hector Sheen.”

“Bastard” she growled. She looked at me and her face softened “you have been misled. Hector Sheen is your father Marty his real name is Hector Styles hence Harry’s second name. Jess was the woman he left me for.”

I couldn’t hold back any longer. My eyes burst with tears, weeping came from my throat.

“No” I shouted.

“I’m so sorry he lied to you” more tears came from her eyes. “He needs to explain a lot to me. Letting you think you were adopted?” she shrieked.

“They never let me think that” I admitted. “They told me they were my parents. But when they died…”

“I’m sorry died?”

I nodded “yes they died about a month ago.”

Her hand covered her mouth to stop any noise coming from it.

“That’s when I found out I was adopted in a letter written by my… I mean Jess.”

“How could he do this?” she shook her head.

But that was when it hit me. I wasn’t completely alone. My dad was with me all along. He may not have noticed me much pretty much left me with Jess. But he was there a piece of me was with me all the time. But he lied to me, and she let me think he wasn’t my father. I instantly scowled at the thought of her. The woman I was made to love in replacement of my mother.

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