*The Next Morning*
I wake up and hope that last night was just a dream. I run over to my bedroom door and open it. I run down the hall and to Harry's room. I open the door to see Harry sleeping and my birth certificate laying on his bedside table. I walk over to it and read my name.
Maliyah Rae Hill
I put my birth certificate back down and I walk out of Harry's room. I shut the door and walk down the hall to my bedroom. I shut my bedroom door and I walk into the bathroom. I look in the mirror to see my eyes are red. Probably from all the crying last night. I turn to my shower and turn the water on. I wait for it to get warm for me to get in. I wash my hair then I get out. I wrap a towel around myself then I dry my hair and brush it. I walk out of my bathroom then I get my clothes that are hanging on hangers on my closet door knob. I put my clothes on (dark navy skinny jeans, a gray flowy tank top with a black heart in the middle, and black Nike high tops) and my shoes on then I go back into my bathroom. I look in the mirror and my eyes aren't red anymore. I walk back out and then I walk out of my bedroom. Once I get to the stairs, I hear a door opening and I look down the hallway to see Harry coming out of his room with only briefs on.
"Morning." Harry says sleepily once he notices me.
"What do you want for breakfast?" I asked once he got to me.
"Waffles." Harry replied and I walked downstairs with Harry following.
We walk into the kitchen and I get the supplies out for making waffles. Harry sat down at the counter and watched me.
"I have a question." Harry said and I looked at him.
"Shoot." I said and got out the waffle iron.
"Did you come into my room this morning?" Harry asked.
"No." I lied
"I thought you did." Harry said, obviously confused.
"It was probably just a dream." I said and he shrugged.
"Probably." Harry said.
With about two minutes passing for both waffles, I was done making them and I put one on each plate. I got the syrup and butter from the fridge and I set them on the table. I put two plates in front of each other and Harry immediately sat down at one. I got two forks and gave him one. I sat down at my plate and put some butter on mine.
Once we were both done eating, I put our plates and forks in the sink and washed them. Harry already went upstairs and by the time I turned on the telly in the living room, Harry was coming back downstairs fully dressed. Harry sat down next to me and I could sense him starring at me. I looked at him and he was, in fact, starring at me.
"I still think of you as my sister." Harry said.
"I know. You feel like my brother. But you got to admit, we made an awesome fake brother and sister." I said and he laughed.
"How about we don't tell anybody." Harry suggested.
"Why?" I asked.
"I don't know. We'll act the same and we're like brother and sister so why not?" Harry asked.
"Well, true, but lie?" I asked.
"It's not lying...it's just not telling the full truth." Harry said.
"Alright but it's still lying." I said.
"Good thing we're good at lying. We've been doing it our whole life!" Harry said and we both laughed.