A Twin Lie
Chapter 2
Edward's POV
"I like that hot chick, but she's Harry's." I chuckled as I looked at her -Lana- getting in Starbucks "Ed! Don't you remember? Harry died one year ago in a fire." Perrie beside me giggled.
"You kidding' right?" I asked, a small smile playing on my lips "Nope." she replied popping the 'p'
"Great," I muttered walking over to Starbucks "Stay here!" I shouted over to the pink haired girl behind me as she nodded
***
"What can I-" she cutted her self med sentence as she stared at me with disbelief "Harry?" she chocked out almost whispering.
I smirked slightly "Lana?" I played along, trying to make her believe that I'm her beloved one. Harry.
Me and him always hated each other: he was always the cheeky and I was the asshole.
We fought over girls, but he eventually won Lana. But she never knew me.
"Oh my Gosh." she muttered under her breath, her eyes practically popping out of its place.
"I- I oh.." next thing I knew she was on the floor. Passed out?
***
I placed her on the middle sized bed of mine. She stirred slightly before opening her eyes "Oh my Gosh, I had a dre-- OH MY GOD." she hugged her knees to her chest, staring at me. Like I was a ghost.
"Yes, babe I'm Harry." I played along. Again.
"H-how." she asked, and I smirked in my mind. I already had a big fat lie for this question.
***
"S-so you're telling me, after one day of the fire, they found your body? And you were immediatley in a hospital's bed? And that you were deformed so that's why you got tattoos?" She blabbered all these questions on me as I kept nodding my head.
"Yeah, and I kept looking for you," I sounded broken, because that was true. After the day of the fire that I never knew of, I didn't find her, until today.
Plus, Harry and I were always fighting about a girl, and he would always win. Nobody liked me, every girl was just using me for a shag, I have anger issues, everyone's scared of me.
"I still can't believe it." she whispered as she hugged her knees more to her chest. "I m-mean, how is this even possible?" she asked.
"Everything is possible with love." I whispered in her ear, as she shivered "B-but-" she started but I cutted her off "No, I'm here now, don't worry." I was trying to gain her trust.
"Tell me something that just Harry knows about me." she said glaring at me. That's easy, I stalked her everyday.
"You have a tattoo with my letter -H- on your rib cage." I smirked as I lifted her shirt up, and traced my fingers on the tattoo.
"Are you Harry?" she sounded like a five years old asking how is kissing like.
"Yes babe." I smiled, thank God that I have dimples. If not then I'm dead.
"Oh my God." she said for the fourth time this day, before hugging me.
It took me by surprise but I hugged back eventually.
"I still can't believe this." she stated "But, I'll think about it." she added making me smile slightly.
"I like that hot chick, but she's Harry's." I chuckled as I looked at her -Lana- getting in Starbucks "Ed! Don't you remember? Harry died one year ago in a fire." Perrie beside me giggled.
"You kidding' right?" I asked, a small smile playing on my lips "Nope." she replied popping the 'p'
"Great," I muttered walking over to Starbucks "Stay here!" I shouted over to the pink haired girl behind me as she nodded
***
"What can I-" she cutted her self med sentence as she stared at me with disbelief "Harry?" she chocked out almost whispering.
I smirked slightly "Lana?" I played along, trying to make her believe that I'm her beloved one. Harry.
Me and him always hated each other: he was always the cheeky and I was the asshole.
We fought over girls, but he eventually won Lana. But she never knew me.
"Oh my Gosh." she muttered under her breath, her eyes practically popping out of its place.
"I- I oh.." next thing I knew she was on the floor. Passed out?
***
I placed her on the middle sized bed of mine. She stirred slightly before opening her eyes "Oh my Gosh, I had a dre-- OH MY GOD." she hugged her knees to her chest, staring at me. Like I was a ghost.
"Yes, babe I'm Harry." I played along. Again.
"H-how." she asked, and I smirked in my mind. I already had a big fat lie for this question.
***
"S-so you're telling me, after one day of the fire, they found your body? And you were immediatley in a hospital's bed? And that you were deformed so that's why you got tattoos?" She blabbered all these questions on me as I kept nodding my head.
"Yeah, and I kept looking for you," I sounded broken, because that was true. After the day of the fire that I never knew of, I didn't find her, until today.
Plus, Harry and I were always fighting about a girl, and he would always win. Nobody liked me, every girl was just using me for a shag, I have anger issues, everyone's scared of me.
"I still can't believe it." she whispered as she hugged her knees more to her chest. "I m-mean, how is this even possible?" she asked.
"Everything is possible with love." I whispered in her ear, as she shivered "B-but-" she started but I cutted her off "No, I'm here now, don't worry." I was trying to gain her trust.
"Tell me something that just Harry knows about me." she said glaring at me. That's easy, I stalked her everyday.
"You have a tattoo with my letter -H- on your rib cage." I smirked as I lifted her shirt up, and traced my fingers on the tattoo.
"Are you Harry?" she sounded like a five years old asking how is kissing like.
"Yes babe." I smiled, thank God that I have dimples. If not then I'm dead.
"Oh my God." she said for the fourth time this day, before hugging me.
It took me by surprise but I hugged back eventually.
"I still can't believe this." she stated "But, I'll think about it." she added making me smile slightly.
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8/28/13