Double Trouble

Hi, my names are Emma and this is Brooklyn Hughes. We're twin sisters. We are like one and another a lot an we both had to leave our home since our parents are not the best for eachother. One day, I met a curly haired boy named Harry, but little did I know my twin sister had as well, and the boy thinks we are the same person. How should I - I mean we - how should we tell him?

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14. Chapter 14:

Emma's POV

As soon as Brooklyn was done doing my makeup I looked in the mirror and it totally went with my dress. http://favim.com/image/139800/
"Thank you." I said as I hugged Brooklyn.
"Anything for tonight." She said. She let go of our hug. "Say, I never met Harry, what does he look like?" I sighed and caught my breath.
"Well, he has these eyes that sparkle, these kissable lips, and playful hair."
"So, he's hot."
"I can't say that, I have to scan him again, at the party when I met him I was preferably drunk. " We laughed. "I didn't get to know him too well."
"So, that's why you're going tonight?"
"He asked me.." I stroked my arm with nervousness. I hardly remembered when I was at his flat, what if he brought me back over there?
"Um, what are you doing after I leave?" I added.
"Probably just gonna stay here." She said. I nudged her.
"Oh, come on! Invite Niall over. I'll even get Harry to pick me up and you can drive over to where Louis lives. Niall should be over there." I said.
"It's fine, I'll ask him to come over."
"Okay, it's 7:45 now, so I should go."
"Wait!"
"What," I said.
"Am I telling Niall of he comes over?"
"Sure, whatever. It's your choice." I took my jacket and left. I saw Brooklyn waving from the window as I started the car. I was off.

It was a starry night. The half moon was illuminating the sky. I was hoping to see a shooting star in London tonight, maybe with Harry.

It didn't take long until I pulled up to the restaurant. My first glance at it seemed exclusive. The style was a classy Britain look. I parked in front and waited for Harry to come up to me or I'd notice him. I looked around me, people were causally walking in. Meh, maybe I could. Suddenly I felt a hand touch my shoulder. I gasped.

"Hey, beautiful." He said. I turned around, it was Harry. He was wearing this. http://news.australiafile.com/news/harry-styles-2012-tux. His beautiful brown jacket accented his eyes.
"H-hi." I said. "Shit, I got too nervous." I thought.
"Ready?" Harry said.
"I was waiting for you." I ended the conversation. I was still in the car. So far I was making a terrible impression on myself. I hoped out and I walked in, Harry by my side. He reached for my hand and shivers ran up my spine. Did he actually do that? Did he like me that much? He squeezed it hard so I couldn't let go, as much as I wanted to. We sat down at the table Harry reserved for me, and I fixed up my dress. I looked up, I made eye contact with him. I was right, they did sparkle. I got lost in the moment until he said.

"So, why did you come here?" Harry said. I took a quick look down then up.
"W-what do you mean?" I said. I almost had the feeling to facepalm myself.
"You know, everyone has a reason to come to London, to pursue a dream, to-" I cut him off.
"Forced to leave my house and move. Still haven't found a place yet." I lied about the house, I figured he would get jealous about Niall lending me his flat, even so he didn't know Niall.
"I see." I sat there in awkward silence dipping my finger into my glass then spinning it around the rim of it. It made a vibrating noise. Harry stopped my finger. "Oh no..." I thought. Harry had this pushy, raspy side of him coming on. I wanted it to stop.

"Hey, Harry." I said. He focused on my lips. "Can you change?" He looked confused. "I know I was drunk, but I remember this. You were being all dark and pushy with me. I didn't like it. Maybe you could change, for some people's sake?" I ended. He took a while to think about it, then he said.
"I will, I'm so sorry, I act like this only when I really, really like someone, or when I can't control myself."
"It's fine, trust me." I grabbed his hand to make him feel better. He didn't squeeze it this time. It fit perfectly, not painfully.

It was 9:30, we were done eating, and Harry paid the ridiculously expensive check.
"You shouldn't have." I begged.
"It's the least I could do until the next time I see you." He said. I got up from the table and I said.
"Goodbye Harry."
"Not goodbye, maybe see you another time?" He said.
"Yeah, see you another time. " I was about to reach in for a hug, but I couldn't. I grabbed my jacket off the seat and ran to my car. "Don't look back," I told myself. "Don't." I did anyways. There he was, Harry was standing there like a post. Then his feet started moving. He was running after me? I jumped over the convertible car door, my heels kicked over them. I grabbed the seat and shifted myself to the drivers seat. I put the keys in and started the car. I needed to go. I looked back and Harry was waving goodbye. I waved goodbye as well.

Suddenly, on my way home I felt breeze only going to my legs, they were getting awfully numb. I didn't look. I limped to the flat door and knocked on it. Brooklyn answered. Niall was around her, they were embracing a hug.
"I told him." She said. Her mascara was bulgy. She was in a red, baggy shirt ; supposedly Niall's; and sweats. She changed since I left. Niall was wearing a sweater and jeans. I walked in and took off my heels. I sat on the couch.
"OH MY GOD EMMA!" Brooklyn and Niall said.
"What! What!" I said.
"YOUR LEG!" They said in sync. I looked down. It was covered in blood.
"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED!!!!" Brooklyn said.
"I DONT KNOW!!" I said. I knew what happened. I jumped over the car door and scraped my leg badly. It cut all the way down. I didn't notice until now. I poked at it, it cut right through the flesh, almost to the bone. It stung, I hissed.
"It hurts..bad." I said, I started crying. Niall came over and looked at it. He sunk his thumb into it.
"Don't. Hurt. Her." Brooklyn said holding Niall.
"I won't. I'm taking a look at it." Niall said. He looked up at me, his eyes in fear. Mine were too, so were Brooklyn's. "Emma..." Niall said.
"*sniff*, yes?" I said.
"Looks like we have to bring you to the hospital." He said.
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