Your Identical Nightmare

Kiki has always known she was different. She only found out why a few months back. The reason why? She's a clone. A lab experiment. A freak. But who donated their body to clone? None other than Harry Styles. They never met, but she can feel what he feels. What will happen when they meet eye to eye?


*If you have ever seen the movie The Island, the ideas of this book will make more sense. You should watch it anyways, it's really good*

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12. After the Night Terror

"What do you mean 'we'?" I question, still startled by my sudden night terror. What could he mean by we? He is THE Harry Styles, I mean, the proof is right in front of me. What could he be thinking? Basically, what even?

"Kiki, I'm about to tell you something, and you need to promise not to tell anyone." He warns me. I'm honestly terrified to here what comes out of his mouth. "What is it?"

"Promise first." He begs me, his eyes staring into mine. He looked like a lost child in a shopping center. "I promise. What's wrong?"

"I-I have a confession to make. I don't know how you'll take it though."

"Spill." I push for the answer, receiving an understanding nod from him.

"Well, for years I've been keeping this secret, and I don't think I can hold it in any longer. I, I, I-" He stutters.

"Styles, if you don't tell me right now, I will beat you up. Now just tell me." I sarcastically respond.

"God, okay. I hate to bring this up, but the truth is that I spent half of my life in that lab with you. I would sneak out, whether or not I was young or not, I would hop out of my window, find my way there, and just sit with you. I knew you couldn't hear me yet, so I would tell you what had happened in school or what was killing me at the time. When my parents got divorced, I didn't talk to anyone about it. I ran to you. I doubt you remember any of it, but it's true. You were like my safety blanket. That why I said we, because I was with you. You were one of my only friends as a child. I knew that if people saw me or heard that I was talking to you, they'd think I was mentally ill, like that kid from The Sixth Sense. What's his name? Anyways, I stood by your side and I knew that even though you weren't there with me, I knew you were." He finishes, tears brimming in his eyes. So that's why he was afraid the first time he met me. It had been a few years since he last saw me. I feel honored to be his safety blanket.

I stand up, engulfing him in a bone-crushing hug. He squeezes back, signaling that he knows I understand. "Harry, why? If you knew I couldn't hear, then why bother?"

"Because something was telling me that somehow, you could. Something told me that you'd remember what I said."

"I can't. I'm sorry." I turn to walk away, but he grabs my arm and spins me around. "When I was 7 years old, I told you my deepest, darkest secret. If you remember, that nagging voice inside of me will finally leave. If not, then you're right. It wasn't worth it."

"It was September 4, you told me how you snuck out the back door after your mum and sister went to sleep. It was the night your parents told you and Gemma that they were filing for divorce. Your dad had left right after. You found your bike and found your way to me, like you always did. You were crying the same word. Why. I remember after a while that you whispered in my ear not to leave. You laughed and left." I whispered, my voice cracking a little. So I did remember.

"You remember. I knew I wasn't crazy." He laughs, causing me to laugh.

"So, this is what it's like to have a best friend." I say.

"I thought Emma was your best friend."

"She doesn't know half of the things you already do." I smile. After talking for another four hours, we both went our separate ways to sleep.

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