Long Lost Twin

My name is Lizzie, my Mum recently died from cancer so I was forced to live with my aunt. That also meant moving schools and making new friends. I did have a Dad but I never knew him. Mum did, they split when I was born. He took my twin and Mum took me.


32. Chapter 31: Third Year

The boys, except Louis, and Paula and Jess left to go look around. I had a strange feeling that Louis asked them to leave so he could talk to me.

“I have some explaining to do.” Louis began.

“Okay.” I replied and looked at him. I quickly looked away.

“I have no choice, but I have to date El.” He explained. I looked at him confused. “It’s for publicity. Otherwise I would have waited a few months before dating again. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.” I replied. I nibbled on my bottom lip as I looked around the flat. Louis put his hand on my chin and forced me to look at him. I felt my heart flutter.

“I wish we could have stayed together. I still love you.” Louis told me.

“Same. I love you too.” I admitted. We gazed into each other’s eyes for a few minutes before Louis leant forward and pressed his lips to mine.

“We’re back!” Harry called out and the front door slammed. I quickly pulled away and looked down. I felt heat rush to my cheeks.

I couldn’t believe what just happened.



“Lizzie!” Jenny called out. It was the summer holidays. I was starting my third and final year. Just this year I’m working with a band and I have to help write their music. If I’m lucky I could be going on tour with them.

I never told anyone about the kiss. I wanted it to be a dream. He had cheated on his girlfriend. Now Louis and Eleanor are going to get married, he proposed last Christmas. I’m still not over him.

I stumbled down the stairs and into the lounge where Jenny was sat on one of the cream-coloured sofas.

“Have you heard what band you will be working with yet?” She asked. I shrugged.

“I’m supposed to get an email today.” I told her. I just hoped the band wasn’t One Direction. Hopefully it will be a band like Paramore or Imagine Dragons.  Jenny nodded and I turned around and left the room.

I had huge butterflies in my stomach as I checked my emails.





To – lizzie.payne@gmail.com

From – mrs.edwards@londonuniversity.co.uk


The band you will be spending your third year with is One Direction. They are currently in America on tour so you will be joining them. You will help write songs and music. The information for the plane tickets are attached in this email.

Good Luck,

Mrs. Edwards

Oh. No. Not One Direction! I can’t go on tour with them let alone work with them! I buried my head in my hands. I opened up the attached files and saw the flight was tomorrow evening. I had a day to pack and get ready.

I ran downstairs and found Jenny. She was still sitting in the lounge and reading a book on her e-reader.

“I’m working with . . .” I paused. “One Direction.” I felt my face turn into a scowl.

“Oh. At least you will be working with Liam.” She told me. I nodded and shrugged.

“It’s just Louis.” I sighed.

“You’ll be fine. When are you leaving?” She asked.

“The flight is tomorrow. They want me to leave early so I can get to know them.” I informed her.

“Okay. So get packing.” Jenny instructed me and I nodded.



I had everything packed; I also walked down to Tesco’s and exchanged some of my money so I could buy stuff out there. I was excited that I would see Liam again, I was just dreading having to face Louis every day. Luckily it’s only for a year, unless they actually think I’m good at song writing and hire me. That definitely would not be good.

I pulled out my phone and sent a text to Liam.

Me: I’m working with u for a year x

Liam: That’s brilliant! They told us we would be getting a new song writer, I kinda hoped it would be u x

Me: I’m looking forward to seeing u x

Liam: Same, have a great flight. Btw, we’ll be picking you up in a limo ;) x

Me: Ooh. Nice. X

 I locked my phone and put it in my pocket.



I looked around for a limo. The flight was boring.

“Hey, I’ll show you where we parked.” Someone whispered in my ear. I jumped and turned around. It was just Liam. He was wearing a grey hoodie with the hood up so people wouldn’t recognise him.

I followed him to the limo and climbed in. Everyone was there.

“Wow, we finally get to see you again!” Niall said happily. I gave him a smile. 

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