The simple graze of his fingertips mixes the emotions that were already stirring. Harry's glassy eyes psych a gleam, looking away from your direction. You take a step forward, offering your hand out to him. He doesn't understand your movements until you open your palm, exposing a small bracelet with a H charm. Harry looks at you, speechless. In a quick motion, he wrapped his arms around you, giving you an endearing hug.

Harry's words brushed against your ear, "You're incredible, (Y/N). You'll be the inspiration for everything I will accomplish."

That was all it took for you to suddenly cry, the emotions inside your heart were let out from your eyes. You hands clenched onto his jumper, attaching yourself onto him. You wept quietly in front of the airport, "Don't leave...you'll take a part of me..." your words were high pitched and came out chopped, "You mean so much to me."

You hadn't pointed it out, but you could've sworn Harry's lips planted a kiss on your neck.

He whispered as he pulled away from the hug, his hand resting on your shoulders. Harry locked eyes with you, "I'll be back, love. I promise." He gave a final hug goodbye before facing his identical twin, Tyler.

Tyler wasn't in tears, but he didn't need to be. It was obvious there was a wash of sadness all over his face. Tyler hugged his brother and whispered, "Goodbye." Harry didn't reply, he gave a sympathetic nod.

That was it.

Harry entered the airport, pass the doors. His plane took off, and landed in New York safely.

Last you heard he was doing small gigs in clubs.

The last text you had gotten from him was last night.

It's been a week since he's left. He seemed always busy, spending most of his time focusing on his career. You understood why he was busy, but it didn't mean that you liked it. So you toss and turn, trying to keep yourself as busy as he was. You tried cooking, almost burning down your flat. You tried making crafts, only to get glue stuck inbetween your fingers. You even tried playing video games, but honestly, you suck at video games.

The only form of being busy you had in your life right now was your part-time job at a convenient store, and an hour of class every day.
It wasn't enough.

A sudden knock on the door breaks your boredom. You gladly open the door, spotting Tyler down at the steps. He smiled up at you, an exact image of Harry. But he wasn't Harry. Tyler gave a sly grin, "Aren't you going to let me in?"

You joke, "You'll track dirt."

Tyler made his way up the steps, staring at you with bright eyes. He suddenly kicked off his shoes, exposing his white socks. He grinned, "I'm not wearing any shoes."

"Then I suppose you can come in."

Tyler chuckled, entering your small flat. There wasn't much to it. A small living space, a bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen. Tyler sat on the small couch provided, his eyes staring out the window, "You think it might rain again?"

You slump next to him, your sides barely touching, "I never doubt it." You sigh, "I hate when it gets gloomy outside, it's terrifying walking to work and back during that kind of weather condition."

"Take the trolley-the bus." Tyler said, his attention on you.

You smiled, "I know what a trolley is, I may be american but I've been here long enough.

Besides, it's only a few minutes away." You look up at him, and you read his face. It was a cynical smile. It was easy for you to detect. You rose a brow, "What do you have planned?"

Tyler kicked his feet up onto the sofa, turning his body toward you. He smiled, his legs crossed and his elbows resting on his knees. His hands waved dramatically as he spoke,

"We should order a large pizza in for tonight."

"I have work."

"Call in sick."

You weren't giving in. He could tell.

Tyler suddenly looked away. A faint whisper passed his lips with a weak voice, "You'd do it for Harry."

Your chest clenched, "Tyler, that's not true."

"I remember you skipped class just so you'd help him set up his small recording room." Tyler didn't sound annoyed, just sad.

You paused, "Skipping work and ordering pizza is ridiculous."

Tyler looked at you, stunned at your words.

You moved a bit closer, laying your hand on his. You spoke with a smile, "Skipping work and drinking hot chocolate--now, that's a plan."

Tyler's laugh was very alike to Harry's, but Tyler was all you saw.

You realized you didn't need to wait for a text that might not come until the next day. Harry wasn't your only light on a gloomy day. Tyler, in his way, was great company. He would not only be your distraction, but your safety net when things felt wrong. You only considered yourself close with Harry because before, Tyler was always there. But now he's here.

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