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?


8. Chapter 8:

Harry's POV

The next morning, I waited for Emma to wake up, she was laying on the couch, covered with a warm blanket. I brought her to my flat, and Niall went back to the hotel with Brooklyn. Never ever met her. I looked down on Emma, her eyes were closed, and her makeup and mascara was all bulgy, perfect. I leaned in a little closer, and she almost screamed.

Emma's POV
I was feeling a shadow race on top of me, I couldn't move, my body was frozen from me mentally waking up. I opened my eyes, and there Harry was, looking over my face, I almost hit him. My scream echoed in the room.
"Holy shit where the hell am I!" I said, my upper body jumping up. "Eeeek!" I was covered in a blanket, I thought there was nothing else. I looked under the sheet and hopefully I still had my dress on.
"Good morning love," Harry said. "You went fast asleep when I brought you here." His voice had changed into a sweet, caring voice, just the way I kinda wanted it. But yet I still was creeped out.
"Where's Brooklyn?" I said, my eyes full of fear.
"Oh, her. Yeah, Niall brought her back to the hotel. She's fine. I promise." He went ahead and started gently reassuring me, tucking the blanket into me.
"God, I've got to see Brooklyn," I said. "And how do you know Niall?"
"Why? Is she a friend?" He said. "And he knew Brooklyn, he rushed over as soon as he heard two beautiful girls fell down, splat." He clapped his hands. It wasn't funny, and it certainly didn't make me feel better.
"No, relative." I said, I didn't wanna spill that we were twins. Didn't want to make it confusing.
"Well, you should get up, and get-" he stopped and put his hand over his neck, embarrassed.
"Yeah, I don't have any spare clothes. I have to go back to the hotel Harry, I'm sorry."
"Well, I can just dr-" I cut him off.
"Just call Niall, I can wait." He grabbed the phone and called up Niall. I examined Harry's flat. Spiral stairs, kitchen, bathrooms. He clearly shared this with at least three to five people. Except either they were hiding, or they weren't here. Harry walked back over and said.
"Niall will be here in about 15 minutes."
"Great, dimples." I gave him a little nickname, because he had this perfect, curly hair and dimples when he smiled. He smiled again to show me them, I laughed.

Niall's POV
I only was leaving when Brooklyn woke up. I wasn't standing a chance to leave her, here, alone. She could get scared, worried, I would' never let that happen to her. Even though I've known her for a week. I opened the blinds in the crummy hotel room. A ray of sunshine brightened the room, that waking Brooklyn up.
"Hello?" She said in a low voice. She rubbed her eyes and took a quick glance at me, then froze. "Niall, what are you doing in my hotel room?"
"I drove you back after you got drunk and found the hotel key so I could open the room." I said. She looked at me as if this was all a dream.
"Thanks, but where's Emma?"
"Emma. Oh, friend drove her back to his flat, I'm going to pick her up. I was waiting for you to wake up first." I didn't want her asking too many questions, I had to leave. I reached for my jacket and grabbed the keys to my car.
"Where are you going?" She said, gently jumping out of the bed.
"I'm going to pick up Emma." I said. I had to repeat it, Brooklyn was half asleep.
"Thanks." She was relieved. I left the hotel. I was leaving Brooklyn there, alone. All of a sudden, I pushed the doors, and the paparazzi was there. Shit. If only Brooklyn I was in the biggest boy band in the world, I get this much attention from crazed fans. I got into my car. A couple photographers surrounded me. I waved hi and buzzed out of the parking lot. I couldn't tell them anything, the fact that I was in the hotel room, that wasn't even mine, with a pretty girl, who was Brooklyn.

Brooklyn's POV
Niall left. I was here all alone. I slipped on some sweats and a baggy t-shirt, in the middle of summer. I laid on my bed. The first feeling of being hungover was sickening. I was having a major headache. My body was aching. I grabbed my bag and got the little bottle of Advil out. I took one, hoping for my headache to clear up. Suddenly, I noticed a gift, wrapped in red paper. I was supposed to open it at the party. I almost felt nervous tearing it apart, It looked so perfect, I went ahead anyways and did it.

I opened it, it was a navy blue box, I opened that. It was a silver chain necklace, with Niall's name in red, and my name in blue. It seemed attached together. I put it on and looked in the mirror, I loved it. I never knew Niall could go so big and special on small gifts. It looked like he had feelings for me, I've only known him for a week, it could be more than friends. I heard a really high pitch coming from outside the door, I ignored it, then it came again.

All of a sudden I heard even more girls screaming, was it from outside? I peeked through the blind and fans were chasing after a car. Was there someone famous here? I decided not to leave the hotel room because either I would get lost or locked out. I opened the blind a little more and the girls stopped, the celebrity left in a convertible. I didn't recognize the colour, but I became suspicious. I wanted to know who it was.

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