Seeing Double

Chapter Six

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***Harry's POV***

"Harry?" Niall's groggy voice pulled me out of a deep sleep. I groaned, burying my face in my pillow. "Harry!" he repeated. It sounded as if he had just woken up. I refused to move, squeezing my eyes shut in an attempt to fall back asleep. "What the hell, Harry. It's already 11:45!"

I rolled onto my back, rubbing my eyes and running my fingers through my curly hair. "Huh?" 

"They'll be here in fifteen minutes," he stated. "Get ready!" Slowly, I sat up, but moved no further. "Now!" Niall ordered before heading out of my bedroom. He tugged at the waistband of his sweatpants after scratching his bare side. I exhaled, sighing as I swung my feet onto the floor. Shivering, I pulled on a pair of black athletic shorts and trotted across the soft carpet.

As soon as I stepped out into the hallway, I heard a soft knock on the door of our flat.

"Harry! Get it!" Niall barked from the kitchen, his mouth quite obviously stuffed with some sort of snack. Taking a few steps, I planted my feet in front of the wooden door, placing my hand on the metal knob.

"Oh my god, it's you." Her bright blue eyes narrowed at the sight of me, her weight shifting to one leg as her hand landed on her hip. "Let me guess. You're Harry?"

Her slightly wavy, light brown hair was twisted into a bun behind her ear, a few strands falling on her face. Her tanned skin and defined legs were highlighted by her bright green running shorts and black fleece jacket. She was quite a few inches shorter than me, but she was clearly muscular and strong. I noticed a long scar along her jawline as she stared at me. She wore no makeup, but she was absolutely stunning.

I nodded.

"Lacey'll be up in a few minutes," she told me as she stepped inside the flat, pushing past me. "Sorry we're early. Lace didn't think we'd be able to find it." She turned around, facing me, her eyes boring into mine. "You're staring again."

I blinked.

"You might want to put a shirt on. Nobody wants to see that."

I smirked.

"What?"

"You really want me to put a shirt on?" I spoke for the first time, my words confident and sure. She debated, biting her lip.

"Please." She practically begged me, but I couldn't help notice her eyes scanning my bare chest and torso.

"You never did tell me your name. I'm assuming you're Lacey's sister, since your face looks kind of like hers." I took a few steps, closing the gap between us just as I had in the convenient store. There wasn't a doubt in my mind this was the girl I had seen. No wonder she had acted so strangely! She had no idea who I was.

"Ivy," she breathed. Her body tensed as I moved to stand in front of her. She was always so nervous around me. I stayed where I was, not wanting to push her any further. Instead, I decided to spark up a conversation.

"What happened?" I rubbed my jawline with my finger, referring to her linear scar. She stared at me confused before she realized what I was asking her about.

"Oh, that. Um, hockey." Her answer was blunt. I prodded for a more detailed answer.

"You got that while playing hockey? You play hockey?" That explained her toned legs.