Sunni is not an average sixteen year old. Throughout her whole life she's been tossed from foster home to foster home, but for some reason she always gets brought back to where she started. When she was 14 she ran. Now that she's sixteen she can't stop dreaming about when she was younger. Her life is terrible until she meets Niall. A sweet boy who is just a few months older than her.


2. chapter two

                                                             Sunni P.O.V.

I wake up to the loudest alarm clock in the city. Well if you would even call it that. Let's just say I woke up to a very annoying bird.

My back was sore from sleeping on the park bench all night but I didn't dare to open my eyes.

"Lou do you think she's okay?" I hear an Irish accent ask his friend.

"Yeah mate.. probably but let's not get our hopes up." I'm guessing the boy named Lou said that.

They sounded worried so I sat up.

"Ay mate she's alright." The one named Lou says tapping his friend on the shoulder. The boy turns around and I gaze into his beautiful blue eyes.

"Hi I'm Niall and this is my mate Louis." He says.

Louis not Lou...I just continue looking at them questioning myself should I run or should I trust them? The blonde one named Niall puts his hand out for me to shake it. I scoot to the other end of the bench away from him.

"Hey are you all right darling?" Louis asks.

"Hey I think she's afraid." Niall whispers nudging his friend.

"We won't hurt me." Niall says. I stare into his beautiful blue eyes. I feel like I could just get lost in them. He moves his hand so its in front of me. I willingly put my hand in his and stand shaking.

"Can you talk?" Louis asks.

I nod.

"Well let's hear that beautiful voice." Niall chuckles. I can't help but smile.

"Now look at that she's smiling. Now can you tell us your name?" Louis asks.

                                                                 Niall P.O.V.

"Sunni." She barely speaks. It's amazing how much she looks like Liam. Same eyes, same hair color, same everything.

" you have a last name?" Louis asks her.

"Sunni Payne." She says. Payne? Liam? Wait didn't Liam say something about having a twin sister?

Louis and I look at each other. The only way to tell is by the middle name. Liam said that their parents gave them the same middle name. "Middle name?" I ask.

"James?" She's confused.

"By any chance have you ever heard of some one named Liam Payne?"

Her face lightens up and she reaches under the bench and pulls out a small bag. Then she unzips it grabbing out a small wrinkly piece of paper and hands it to me.

"It's a letter from my mum. The only thing I have left." She says slowly.

"What do you mean all you have left?" Louis questions.

"She's dead. Died in a fire at her work when I was about five or six before I went to live with my Uncle Dave. He.." Her voice trails off.

"He what? What did he do?" I asked concerned

"He...he abused me in every way possible." She says.

"Where are you staying now?" Louis asks. She just looks at the bench.

"Not any more." I say.

"What do you mean?" Louis and Sunni say at the same time.

"i mean Sunni could come live in the guest room. That is if she wants to?" I look at Louis and then Sunni.

"If it's okay with her." Louis shrugs.

"Well....what do you say?" I look into her dark brown eyes. They seemed kinder and softer than Liam's but also afraid.  "It's okay you can trust me." 

She slowly stands up and then says,"Read that." She points to the crinkled note in my hands.

                                   I read:

Dear Sunni,

This is something I fear I will never get to tell you. You have a twin brother. His name is Liam James Payne. You are identical twins if you were wondering. The only difference your father and I saw was that you were a girl and he was a boy. You two were unanswerable. That's why it was tough when we split up. I love you Sunni.



"By golly that's the saddest thing ever." Louis gasps behind me.

"Come on mate. Your coming with us. It's time you meet your brother." I say.

She follows us to the truck and I sit in the back with her while Louis drives.

"So what do you like to do?" I ask.

"Mostly read. I've read a few at the library here and there. I don't get to do much stuff. I was thinking about leaving town in a few days." She says.

"How? I mean how we're you planning on leaving?" I ask.

"On foot. I've only been in a car or a bus a few times." She says.

"We're here!" Louis says.

"Ready?" I ask.

"As ready as I'll ever be." She says with a nervous look on her face.

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