Secret Twins

I'm Hanna Styles. Well I am, but I'm not. I'm Hanna Twist. I am a makeup artist for my brother's band. But to them, I'm just a random makeup artist. My life is full of secrets and my brother doesn't want me to fall. Fall for what? That's exactly what I need to find out.


6. Chapter 5.

11pm and we only just arrived at the hotel.

Kill. Me. Now.

"Come on Han." Lou said and helped me off the bus. 

"Thanks." I smiled and hobbled myself over towards the doors of the hotel.

It was only painful when I stepped on it, so I tried not to. 

"Han!" Eurgh, it was Harry.

I just carried on walking and tried my best to ignore him. "Hanna don't ignore me." He shouted.

I stopped dead in my tracks and turned round to see him carrying some crutches. "From Niall." He said plainly and handed me them. I took them and walked away, not saying a word to him.

I used them to get to the main lobby of the hotel and they helped, a lot. The boys were still outside signing and taking pictures, even though it's still 11pm. I walked into the lobby and seen Paul sitting on one of the long golden couches.

"Paul?" I asked when I got over. 

"Hey Han, you're room's... erm, 1082 on the 7th floor. Do you need any help getting up there?" He asked and stood up.

"Nah, I might wait down here for a bit. How comes you're not out there with the boys?" I asked and looked over to see the boys crowded by girls. Truth was, I wanted to see Niall to say night but shh. He doesn't need to know that.

"I've got everyone's room keys." He said and helped me sit down.

"Ohh, so who am I sharing with?" I asked and tried to look at the piece of paper in his hands but he kept it covered.

"Umm, I don't know exactly. I gave the other key for 1082 to Conner but everyone has been swapping but Conner went up to his room straight away." I just nodded and got my phone out and checked twitter.

My eyes widened when I seen how many followers and tweets I have got since the announcement. Thousands of people have followed me and I've received lots of tweets, mainly hate but some nice or normal.

'She's so fat. Eurgh.'

'She's a lucky girl, very, very lucky.'

'I heard she's their makeup artist. Love you need to learn how to apply it to yourself. Ha!'

'Has she just stepped out of a dustbin? Looks like it.'

'She probably thinks she owns him.'

'He doesn't even like her.'

'Why have her when he can have anybody else?'

'She should kill herself.'


"Hanna don't read it." Paul warned. I looked up and never even noticed the tears streaming on my face. It felt like someone just stabbed me through the heart and twisted it.

"I'm going to bed. I'll be down for 9 in the morning." I said and got up off the couch and walked to the lift.

How can somebody find it in themselves to tell another person to kill themselves, seriously what have I done? It's not like any of them had a chance with Niall.

I pressed the button for the lift but it was at the top floor, it was going to take ages to get here. I sighed and supported myself up with the crutches.



Niall's P.O.V.

We were still outside taking pictures and signing things, I occasionally looked inside to see if I could see Han and eventually I did, she was talking to Paul on the sofa in the lobby.

She's beautiful but she doesn't know it, she can't see how much I actually like her. There's something different about her, I don't know what it is but I'll be sure to hold onto it when I find out.

"Niall." Louis nudged my arm, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Uh- yeah." I said and carried on posing for pictures then something snapped me.

"Hanna's fake!" One girl shouted.

I froze in my spot and turned to look at the girl who said that. "Who said that?" I asked. They all pointed and looked at a tall girl, lots of makeup and bleached blonde hair. A clear wannabe barbie. "Sorry love, but if anyone's fake it's you." I spat through my teeth and turned round. "Anyone else got anything to say about her?" I shouted.

Everyone stood there shocked. "Niall." It was Paul. I turned round to see him with a serious face. "Han needs you." He whispered.

I nodded and let him pull me inside. "She went on twitter." He mumbled to me just as we entered the hotel.

I nodded then ran to the lift, she was just getting into it, using my crutches to help her and just as the doors were stopping, I managed to stop the doors before they closed, she had her back to me. "Han?" I asked and put my hand on her arm.

She snapped her head round and it was now obvious she was crying, her mascara was being dragged down her pretty face with her tears creating black stains. "Hanna don't cry." I said quietly and turned her round and looked down into her deep blue eyes.

I cupped her face in my hands and leaned down to her height so I could look  in her eyes. "It's not worth crying about. They're just jealous." I said trying to make things better.

She shook her head. "Niall, everything they're saying is true though. I'm not good enough for you, I'm fat, I'm ugly, I should kill myself." She whispered the last part but I heard it fine.

"No. Hanna don't think like that. If anything you're too good for me, you've got the perfect body and you're the most beautiful person I know. And I never want to hear you say you should kill yourself again." I said and rubbed her cheeks with my thumb.

She shook her head and took my hands off her face. "I'm sorry." She squeaked and walked out of the lift.

I followed her but she was quickly in her room with the door slammed shut. This floor was reserved for us so nobody else was allowed on here. "Hanna please." I said through her door.

"Niall just go." She shouted back.

I sighed and leaned my back against her door then slid down, hitting my bum on the floor. 


"Niall what you doing here?" Conner asked, heading in my direction. 

"She's in there. She won't talk to me." I said and stood up.

"You wanna swap rooms?" He asked and held out his key and it had 1082 on it. I looked back to the door of Han's room and it said 1082. I took his key and gave him mine and went in the room.

"Hanna!" I called.

I walked through to the room where the bed was and sure enough she was lying there, curled up crying.

"Han." I whispered and went and sat on the bed beside her.

"I'm not good enough Niall." She cried and huddled up to me.

"You're perfect." I said and soothed her hair.

She shook her head into my chest and I began to feel the wetness of her tears on my skin.

I hate seeing people upset, never mind her. It literally breaks my heart seeing her upset.

I shushed her and let her fall asleep in my arms. She actually cried to sleep all because of me.

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