Separated at Birth

Ever had the feeling you were controlled? Maybe missing a piece of your life? Well London and Paris were twins that were separated at birth when there parents separated. The mother took Paris, and the dad took London. They were living miles and miles away and still didn't know about each others existence. With controlling parents setting up their life, they didn't have time for much, but they did have time for One Direction. What happens when the lads start dating the twins, bring them together, bring there life back together?

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11. Chit-Chatting

Paris's POV

My mum? Why is she here? She doesn't apporove of me working here... She doesn't really like pets. She says she is alergic but I have seen here near pets and she doesn't show ANY sign that she is alergic what so ever. I just stood by Liam and Zayn as she walked up to me. I just stood there.

"So this is where you work," she mumbled to herself. I just stared at her. She then looked at Liam and Zayn. They look like they were thinking.

"Veronica?" Zayn asked. She looked at them and gave them a smile. "I knew you looked familiar!" Zayn exclaimed. My mum just nodded at them.

"You know my mum?" I asked the two lads buying dog treats. They looke at me and gave me a smile, then nodded. "How?" I asked them.

"Simon set us up a meeting at SYCO and we met her," Liam told me. I looked at my mum. "She was the assistant," he finished. I just looked at her. She kept looking around the shop.

"Yes, I am the assistant to one of the big studio executives," she said with a growl. I looked at her then Liam and Zayn. They gave each other a smile. I wonder what that was about. I looked at them confused. "What are you wearing?" she asked looking at my outfit.

"A dress," I said confused. She shook her head then pointed to my shoes. "Oh, they are more comfortable than heels when I am working," I told her. She shook her head in disbelief.

"Don't wear sneakers with a dress," she told me. I rolled my eyes at her. There was a silence. "Now we need to get going," she said to me. I looked at her shocked.

"Why? I am working!" I exclaimed. She just looked at me. I turned my head away. "I can't leave in the middle of my shift," I said calmer. She sighed.

"When do you get off?" she almost whispered and avoided my gaze. I checked the time.

"Between two and three hours," I told her. She nodded then left the store without further words. Once she left, I sighed in relief.

"Everything ok love?" Liam asked. He made me jump. I almost forgot they were here. I let out a deep breath.

"Yeah..." I told them. They just looked at me. "Like I said, she is strict," I shrugged. Liam and Zayn just looked at each other. "She... Just plans out my life, I should say," I sighed then thought. "Wow... I just met you two and I am already telling you about my mum," I laughed.

"Well, then why don't we hang out so more then?" Liam asked. I looked at him and Zayn. Zayn nodded.

"And disobey my mother's rules by not going out with people, let alone boys, without her knowing?!" I gasped. Liam and Zayn looked at each other. "Of course!" I exclaimed. They just stared at me.

"Your mum won't mind?" Zayn asked. I smirked.

"Not if she doesn't know," I smiled. "When should we hang out?" I asked the two.

"How about now?" Liam suggested. I just looked at him.

"I can't just leave work," I told them. Isabelle came up and handed me my bag and phone. Liam took my phone and I took my bag. "Thanks," I told her.

"Have fun," she smiled at me then walked behind the counter.

"I guess we can leave now," I smiled at them. Liam gave me back my phone and gave me a smile. I looked at my phone and noticed he added his and Zayn's numbers. "I am a bit over dressed to hang out though..." I said.

"Don't you have your lazy and comfortable clothes?" Liam asked.

"Yeah... But you guys would like to see me in those," I said being insecure.

"I don't think we would mind," Liam smiled and made me blush.

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