Disguised Beauty (A One Direction FanFiction)

"Wishes don't always come true, hon."
"Yeah mommy, but I feel like they should."

Spoken from the mouth of a 4 year old Paige Dray.
Before all the chaos, and the rumors, and the bands.

Have you ever impersonated someone?
I have.

Have you ever made a wish?
I have.

Have you ever fallen in love?
I have.

Have you ever... Seen magic?
I have.


8. Chapter 8

Niall raised an eyebrow, watching me intently.

"We don't got all day." He says, folding his arms.

"I think I should go home." I say quickly. I avoid Harry's shocked expression. I know he's mad, but it's probably for the best. Niall lets out a loud whoop, obviously trying to rub it in Harry's face.

"I just want you to be safe." Niall smiles gently at me. I sometimes wonder whether he actually likes me or not.

"Thanks, Niall." I say quietly. Harry throws his hands up in the air.

"Kayleigh, you would of been fine with us!" He shouts. His deep voice echos throughout the room. He turns and storms out of the room, his soft curls bouncing behind him.

"I'll go talk to him." Louis says, bouncing on his heals. He rushes out of the cramped hospital room and shuts the door behind him. 

"You sure you want to do this?" Zayn asks, sticking his hands in his jean pockets.

"Of course she does." Niall says with a sly grin, looking back over at me. Zayn nods.

"Well, we should probably leave her be. I need to get home." He shuffles his feet before giving me a swift nod and exiting out the door, Liam at his heels.

"Bye." Liam says to me, a sign of sadness in his eyes. Then it's just me and Niall in the room. His eyes are filled with hatred. I can see it as he paces around the room. My whole body tenses up, wondering what will happen next.

"You were smart to go." He hisses. He stares out the window, his eyes focused on something that seemed to not exist. I say nothing.

"I know your secret." He says. I feel my whole body tense up. What does he know? My eyes dart frantically around the room. 

"You aren't who you say you are." He turns to face me. I still say nothing. I start to sweat, and I'm shaking. My stomach turns and flips. I looks down at my lap.

"You are not Kayleigh Dray." He says slowly, walking towards me.

And at the moment, I wish I could of been anywhere but in that hospital room. The door opens slowly, and a pair of dazzling blue eyes staring right back at me. The weird thing is, those eyes look like my eyes. And the hair looks like my hair. It looks like I'm looking at me.

And that's because I technically am.

"Kayleigh?" I whisper, shocked.


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