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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47. I Just Couldn't Take It Anymore

Paris's POV

"Do you need me to pick you up?" Liam's voice filled my ears. I shifted the phone to my other ear and held it with my shoulder as I looked for my keys.

"No. I will be by later. My parents need to talk to me. And frankly, I am scared," I told him. He was silent for a moment. "When my dad called, he didn't seem that happy," I finished.

"Alright love. If you need me to pick you up later, just give me a call," he told me. I smiled.

"I will. Just remember, London has a high fever. It can still be contagious. And remember that-"

"Babe... Calm down. I know you are stressed. Don't worry. The doctor's are keeping an eye on her. And so are we. Now go talk to your parents and stop by later. Goodbye," he said. I smiled. I mumbled a goodbye and hung up. I slipped the phone into my pocket and walked downstairs.

"Ready to go?" my mum asked. I nodded and headed towards the door. My mum grabbed her purse and followed me out. She locked the door and walked towards the car. I hopped into the driver's seat while my mum got into the passenger seat. She gave me directions to dad's house because I have only been there a bit.

We arrived to the house and my heart was beating faster by the minute. I KNOW he is mad about something. I turned of the car and took the keys out of the ignition. My mum got out of the car and I had no choice but to follow. After shutting the door, I looked towards the front door and saw my dad standing there with a scowl on his face.

"Ah Paris and Veronica... Won't you come in," he said with a slight smile. He stepped aside to let us in. I gulped and stepped inside.

 

 

London's POV

I wasn't feeling any better than yesterday. I was so hot, words can't explain. I was happy though that Harry, Niall, and Louis were here. They were making today a bit fun. We were laughing when the door opened. Liam and Zayn walked into my room.

"Hey London!" they called. I gave them a smile and they walked over to my bed and gave me a kiss on the top of my head.

"London? Do you want juice or water?" Niall asked. I looked over at him and then realized that I had nothing more to drink. "You need to keep the fluids up," he spoke.

"Right you are Mr. Horan," the doctor said from the doorway. "Why don't you go get her some orange juice," he said to Niall. "Just ask the nurses and they will tell you," he continued. Niall nodded then left. He then turned to me and looked at everyone around me. "If you could... Give her some space. She needs the cool air," he told the boys. They nodded and stepped back a bit. "Miss Starr? Where is your cool cloth?" he asked me. I shrugged my shoulders.

"I will get that," Harry told him then went into the loo. He came back and rested a cool cloth on my forehead. I gave him a smile and noticed that the doctor left.

"Where's Paris?" I asked the boys, mostly towards Liam.

"She is at your dad's," he told me.

 

 

Paris's POV

"STOP YELLING AT HER!" my mother yelled.

Right now, mum and dad were in a screaming fest. When I came here, dad was already mad, but he, along with mum, wanted to know everything... From the day we met to my parents leaving the hospital yesterday. I left out a good amount of things, like the Masquerade Ball. I was now sitting quietly on the couch as my parents yelled at each other.

"WHY ARE YOU NOT!? I MEAN DID IT EVER OCCUR TO YOU THAT OUR DAUGHTERS WERE KEEPING THIS SECRET FROM US?!" dad yelled back. I jumped a bit.

"THEY HAD A VERY GOOD REASON NOT TO TELL US!" she yelled back. Did they forget that I was still sitting here?

"HOW ABOUT THE FACT THAT THEY PLAYED US! IN OUR OWN HOMES! IN FRONT OF OUR VERY EYES! AND THOSE... BOYS WERE APART OF THIS WHOLE THING!" my dad screamed. His face was red with anger. This was getting scary. I felt like I was 5 years of age. Nothing I could do or say to make them stop, cowering into the couch, with no one here to hold me and tell me everything is going to be ok. I was trying to block out the whole thing. I looked out the window and noticed that it was now dark out. I pulled out my phone about to text Liam to come get me.

I perked up when one of them said the word "we'll move" and I couldn't take it. I threw my phone done and ran out the door. I ignored to calls from my parents and kept running. I am not as strong as everyone thinks I am. I just kept running and running and running. I had no clue where I was and I didn't care. I couldn't take it any longer. I finally grew tired of running and collapsed down on the ground. I sat there panting, breathing heavily to catch my breath. I felt something, my guess was a tree, and leaned against it. I felt my eyes become heavy but I refused to let them close and drift off into unconsciousness. But I soon failed to let them stay open.

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