Disguised Beauty (A One Direction FanFiction)

"Wishes don't always come true, hon."
"Yeah mommy, but I feel like they should."

Spoken from the mouth of a 4 year old Paige Dray.
Before all the chaos, and the rumors, and the bands.

Have you ever impersonated someone?
I have.

Have you ever made a wish?
I have.

Have you ever fallen in love?
I have.

Have you ever... Seen magic?
I have.


11. Chapter 11

*Paige's POV*

Everything hurt. My heart, my head, everything.

Mostly because of the bombing but also because of Harry. He never wants to speak to me ever again. He told me so. I don't blame him, however. I did a stupid thing, and I wanted to hurt myself for it.

I slowly opened the door to Kayleigh's room. She was unconscious, her breathing steady. An eye patch was over her left eye. I shuddered, recalling the memory of her bloody eye. I shut the door behind me, slowly walking over to a chair next to her bed. I grabbed her hand gently, squeezing it softly. My gaze blurred, and I felt a tear stream down my cheek. Behind me I heard the door open, footsteps following it.

"Paige?" I heard Niall's soft Irish accent ring around the room. I stayed silent, staring at Kayleigh's blank face. I heard a chair behind me being dragged on the floor. Seconds later, Niall sat in a chair beside me, glancing at me.

"He didn't mean it. He really didn't. Paige, he's under a lot of stress right now. Let him get over it." He sighed. I looked over at him.

"Niall, no one gets that mad and then forgets it later on. No one. I know from experience." I stood up, turning away. I heard his steady breathing behind me.

"He will forgive you soon." I watched him as he stepped out of the hospital doors, staring at the floor.


I opened the door to my house softly, trying not to wake anyone. The grandfather clock next to the stairway chimed, making me jump. The little hand read 3, and the big hand read 12. 3:00 in the morning. I sighed, slipping off my delicate shoes. Mom and Dad were sure to find out by tomorrow. The hospital would call them, telling them about Kayleigh.

I quietly tiptoed up the steps, my bare toes hardly making contact with the cushiony steps. As my foot landed at the top, a pair of piercing green eyes stared back at me.

"Cory." I whispered. Cory folded his arms, displeased.

"Paige, what are you doing out so late? And why do you look like Kayleigh?" I sucked in my breath, and tapped my fingers on the railing.

"Cory, why don't you just go back to bed? It's late." I grabbed onto his shoulders and spun him around. He gave me one last evil glare before quietly shutting the door. I let out a puff of breath before making my way back to my room.

I closed the door silently and plopped onto my bed. Immediately, I felt warm tears fall down my cheek. I pressed my hand up against my cheek.

While my breathing was still steady, the rest of my body wasn't. I glanced up at the ceiling in disbelief. I knew I was always a bad kid. I always had been. I thought there wasn't anything to change that. I thought I could go above and beyond, and everything I did wouldn't effect how I felt. I was emotionless.

Until today.

I did the unthinkable. I pretended to be my twin sister, who in reality is a great person. She's much better than I'll ever be. I was just jealous, and I thought this would fix everything. But now, I've just mad everything worse. Let me make a list of all the things gone wrong today.

1. My sister is in the hospital because of me.

2. I lied to my role models.

3. They all hate me now.

4. I learned my family has been keeping secrets from me.

5. I might be in love with Harry.

I stopped at number 5. In my head, I tried to make myself erase the last one, but I couldn't. I just couldn't. I really might be in love with Harry. I pressed my hands to my face. A small wail escaped my throat, and I turned over and pressed my face into my pillow. 

Minutes later, I sat up, anger overcoming me.

Let me make a list of the things why I've always hated Kayleigh.

1. She's perfect. She's perfect and she KNOWS it. So, she shows it off.

2. She gets everything she wants. Without hesitation. She's spoiled.

3. She stands out in a crowd. She's popular, and she embraces it.

4. She helps everyone... But me. She refuses to help me. She lets me suffer.

5. Harry fell in love with her. (Practically.) He fell in love with Kayleigh's character on me, not my own character on me.

I clenched my fists, wanting to punch something. I didn't care if she had cancer. I didn't care. I. Was. Furious.

In anger, I stormed out of my room and down the stairs, making my way into the street. I placed myself in the middle of the barren street, and took a deep breath.

"I wish Kayleigh was never born!" I hollered into the open air. Breathing heavily, my knees gave in and I fell to the ground, blacking out.


"Paige. Paige, honey. Wake up." I felt a light shake on my shoulder. I forced my sleepy eyes open, groaning. Above me stood my mother, my dad, and Cory.

"What's this all about?" I mumbled, pulling the covers over my head. I gasped.

These blankets weren't my usual black and white zebra striped blankets. They were... Purple. Purple, with light blue polka dots. I scrambled to a sitting position, staring at my family in fright.

It got worse.

I wasn't in my room. My room was still covered with One Direction posters, but the walls weren't red. They were light green. I covered my mouth.

"What happened to my room?" I screamed. Mom stared at me in confusion.

"What... what do you mean? Paige, you designed the room yourself. Harry helped you. This wasn't too long ago. Are you suddenly changing your mind?" Mom explained. I squinted my eyes, unsure of the situation.

"Wait. Harry? Designed? Mom, what happened to the red walls?" I stood up and started to pace around the room.

"Your walls used to be dark pink." Cory frowned.

"No, no they didn't. They were red!" I was started to get frustrated. 

"Paige, it's early. Maybe you should go back to bed." My dad gently touched my shoulder. I looked at him, confusion filling my head.

"Where's Kayleigh?" I asked. My mom gasped.

"She's doing it again."

"Doing what?" I folded my arms.

"When you were little, you would always talk about your twin sister, who died at birth. Her name was Kayleigh. We didn't know how you knew. You would always talk about her. She would be eating with us at the dinner table. You would always save a spot for her." My mom's face fell, and she looked down at the ground.

"Kayleigh's in the hospital. Didn't they call you?" I was starting to get really confused. My heart started to pound. "Please tell me they did." I whispered. Dad glanced at Mom with a worried look on his face.

"Paige, Kayleigh never made it out of the hospital. She was too weak. We've told you this." Dad sighed. I pressed a hand to my forehead.

"Wait." I stared straight ahead, trying to think back.

"I wish Kayleigh was never born!" I hollered out into the open air.

I covered my mouth and started to breath quickly. My breaths turned into sobs, and I collapsed to the ground.

"Paige!" Mom came running to my side, and I pressed my forehead on her chest.

"My wish came true."

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