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.


10. Chapter 9.

"Niall." I gasped shocked.

"Yes, I heard all of it from the word 'hey'. So tell me now, what the fuck is going on?" He demanded.

"I-I- I'm just being protective over a friend." Harry stated simply.

"Don't lie to me. Tell me the truth!" He shouted.

"Harry we need to tell him." I looked at him but he shook his head 'no'.

"No. We can't." He said.

"I am here, and I swear to god if you don't tell me in thirty seconds I'm going to beat the shit out of you Harry." He said, his face red with anger.

My eyes widened as I shook my head at him. "Harry." I whispered.

"You do it." He said and put a hand on my shoulder.

This is actually it, our secret gone. Well not gone but only Conner and our parents know about it and if we tell Niall, it's gone.

"Niall." I breathed and stepped forwards.

"Please tell me." He whispered and placed a hand on my arm.

I nodded slowly and pulled him further into the room. "Harry go outside." I whispered, not taking my gaze away from Niall.

"Niall. Don't be mad, or angry. But we kept it a secret for a reason." I explained as he sat down on the sofa.

I sat beside him and automatically felt sick. "Harry's my um, he's my..." I shook. I can't tell him.

"Please tell me." He begged. I nodded again.

A lump formed in my throat but I felt like I was about to die, not cry. "He's my err, he's my twin." I whispered and looked down.

"What?" He said in a strict voice.

I didn't once look up, I was too scared. The lump in my throat automatically became bigger so I swallowed it down. "Niall I'm sorry." I whispered.

"You lied to everyone." He whispered. "You lied to me." He voice had hurt written with it.

I looked up to see his eyes glazed over. "It's complicated." I whispered.

"Well then tell me!" He shouted.

I looked at him wide eyed. He just shouted at me. "Niall." I said, shocked.

"You lied to me. I'm your boyfriend, you don't lie to your boyfriend Hanna." He said in a over powering sort of way.

I stood up and went to the other side of the sofa opposite him. "I never lied." I cried.

"You never told me he was your brother!" He shouted and stood up in front of me.

"Would it have changed anything?" I whispered and looked up at him but he just looked at me confused. "Would it have changed anything if you knew he was my brother?" I shouted and stood up so I was right in front of him.

He just scoffed and shook his head and looked away. "Seriously?" I asked and pushed him back.

"Yeah actually it would have changed." He said smugly. 

"Tell me how?" I said and put my hand on my hip and looked at him confidently. Although I felt weak on the inside, I couldn't show it.

"I would never have talked to you the way I did. I would never have kissed you like I did. I would never have even looked at you." He spat and walked out of the room, leaving me standing there.

"Do one!" Niall shouted to somebody further down the bus a couple of minutes later.

I stood there and let the tears fall down my face. I sat down on the sofa and Harry came running towards me. "Harry your lip." I said through the tears and rested my finger on his lip where it was cut.

"It's fine. Are you okay?" He asked and placed a hand on my knee.

I shook my head 'no'. "I really liked him Harry. He took it so bad." I whispered.

He shook his head and scooted closer. "He'll come round. Just let it sink in." He whispered and hugged me.

"He was so hurt." I cried into him but he just shushed me and rubbed my back.

"Who's pissed off Niall?" Louis shouted through the bus, making me cry even more.

He walked into the sofa bit and immediately calmed down. "Oh." Was all he said and walked away.

"Harry I can't stay on here." I said and pushed him away. 

He nodded and got up, leaving me sitting there in tears on my own. "Hey, what's happened with you and Niall?" Louis asked as he walked back towards me.

I just shook my head and sniffled. "Aww come here love." He said and pulled me up and hugged me.

"Guys we're stopping at the next station!" Paul shouted through the bus.

I pulled away from Louis and my stomach churned. I'm gonna be sick. I ran to the bathroom but somebody was in. "Hurry up. I'm gonna spew!" I shouted and banged on the door.

The door opened and there stood Niall. "Oh." Was all I said and pushed past him and went to the toilet and threw up into the toilet.

I kicked the door closed and kept on spewing in the toilet. "Han can I come in?" It was Harry.

I was about to answer when my guts spilled out into the toilet again. The door slowly opened and Harry walked into the tiny space. "Harry go." I said and tried to push him out but I was sick again.

"I'm not leaving you when you're like this." He said and sat down in literally only 30cm squared of space beside me and held my hair back and rubbed my back.

I was sick again and rested my head on my arm that was around the toilet and let the tears spill down my cheeks. "Don't cry. You'll just be sick again." He said and rubbed my arm.

"Please, just go." I said and closed my eyes.

After a while he finally got up and left. I sat there on the floor, crying.

I moved my head away from the toilet and rested it against the wall behind me. "Anyone in there?" Zayn's voice came with a knock on the door.

"Uh- Yeah. I'll be 2 minutes!" I called back, trying to hide the fact my voice was broken from crying.

I stood up and sorted my spilled mascara and made myself look presentable and opened the door to see Zayn standing there. "Wow you look like shit." He said in a sympathetic voice.

"Ohh, thanks." I said offended and walked away.

I seen Harry sitting half in a bunk. "You okay now?" I slowly nodded and went and stood in front of him.

"Can I use your phone?" I asked.

He nodded his head and pulled it out. "You can come in here if you want." He said and jumped down of the top bunk. 

He helped me up and I curled up on the bed. "I'll be through there so you can come see me if you want." I nodded then closed the curtain and dialed Conner's number.

"Hello, Harry?" He asked down the line.

"Hey, um, no it's Hanna." I said quietly so nobody could hear me.

"Oh why aren't you on our bus? Are you okay you sound upset." He rushed.

"I came with Niall. But he found out about me and Harry. Con I don't know what's going on anymore." I cried.

"It's okay. Calm down, I'll talk to you in a bit when we stop. What did he say about it?" He said, I took a breath.

"He said he would never have even looked at me if he knew." I sniffled.

"Ohh shit, are you okay?" He sounded sincere.

"No. I really liked him Con, like really, really liked him." I cried.

"I know. Look we're what? 5 minuted away from the stop. Come talk to me then okay?" 

"Yeah." I mumbled before hanging up.


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