The Lost Sister! One Direction Fanfic (On Hold!)

Chapter 4

Edited

Julian Thomas

Christina came down a while after my breakdown. She quickly ran to my side when she noticed that I had been crying. She didn't even need to say anything. With a quick nod I confirmed her suspicions. The names were exactly the same. The names on the paper Harry had given me and the names on my birth certificate were a perfect match. And I couldn't help but keep denying the fact. It couldn't be true. It wasn't enough proof or evidence for me.

"I want a blood test." I whispered to Christina. She had been too busy trying to comfort me to hear what I said. "What?" She replied.

"I want a blood test." I repeated hoarsely. A blood test was the only way for me to know for sure. Papers lie, but DNA doesn't.

And that's how we ended up sitting in a laboratory waiting room. Waiting for the results of the DNA test we took. Harry had been reluctant, saying the birth certificate was proof enough. I only repeated the same thing to him, I needed more proof.

There was an awkward silence between the two of us. We had decided to go alone, much to the dismay of Christina and Louis, who had both wanted to come to support us. But this was something both Harry and I needed to do alone. It was a private affair, something we didn't want others to know about.

"Why is it so hard for you to except that we could be siblings?" Harry spoke up for the first time since we'd taken the blood test. "I mean I can till this is more then you need for proof. You're just trying to stall the fact that you have to accept that we're related. And I want to know why."

Sighing, I combed my hair with my hand and spoke up. "My reasons are my own, I don't need to explain my reasons to you." I didn't mean for the words to come out in a rude manner, but they did. And instead of making him stop asking questions, it only made him ask more.

"The things is that you do have to explain to me. You think this is only about you, that this only affects you, but it doesn't, it affects me too, in all of the same ways. I deserve to know why you won't accept the fact that we're siblings. Am I that bad of a person that you don't want to be related to me?"

"Not everything is about you Harry!" I yelled, I could tell he was startled, but that didn't stop him from standing his ground. "This affects me way more than it does you. Because if we do end up being siblings, you'll gain another sibling, that's it. But all I'll actually get is an awkward entrance into a new family and a broken heart."

"If we find out we're siblings, how could you possibly get a broken heart, it should make you happier, considering you'll have found your family."

"You don't get it do you?" I laughed bitterly. "If it ends up a match, and we end up related it'll mean we're siblings, twins. It'll give me a broken heart because I'll always question why they keep you and decided to give me up."

He didn't say anything, so I continued. "I'll always question if in my first few minutes of being born I was so horrible that my own parents would give me up. I'll ask myself what every adopted kid asks themselves at one point, why wasn't I good enough."

Before Harry could say anything the scientist of the lab came out, holding a sheet of paper in his hands. Clearing his throat he began to speak. "The two blood samples I was given are an exact match."

With that he handed us the paper and walked away. Leaving us to look at the paper in peace. I couldn't understand most of what was written on the paper, but there was one things I understood, and that was the word 'MATCH' in a bold red color.

Handing the paper to Harry, I walked out of the laboratory and into the passenger seat of car Harry drove us here in. Harry got in soon after, but instead of starting the car right away he just sat there, staring outside at the parking lot.

While still looking out at the parking lot in a daze, Harry finally spoke up. "You're right, I'll never know what it feels like to be abandoned by your parents, or what it feels like to be an orphan. But you're also wrong, you're not the only one with a broken heart."

I stared at him with a confused look on my face, urging him to continue. He turned his head to the side to look at me, his face filled with such sorrow. "Julian, you might have a broken heart from the fact that our parents abandoned you and kept me, but I also have a broken heart. Our parents took away my chance for me to grow up and get to know my twin, the one person in the world I'm supposed to have the most in common with."

My facial features softened, and I stared at Harry. "I never looked at it in that way." I whispered. I lowered my head, I was so caught up in myself, thinking this horrible thing had happened to me and that no one could understand my pain, but here Harry was, feeling the same exact pain as me. I was upset over the fact that I was given up by my parents, but I never thought about how Harry might feel about having to grow up with his parents lying to him, saying that the twin he was supposed to have died.

"That's why I was ready to accept the fact that we were siblings." He said. "It took me some time at first, but once I realized it was true I quickly accepted it. I didn't want to waste another minute. Because of our parents we missed out on 20 years of each other's lives, and I didn't want to miss out on anymore."

I gave him a small smile, one that was genuine, one that came from the heart. "Well then we'll just have to make up for lost time."

Returning my smile Harry finally started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. We drove in silence, but not an awkward silence like when we were waiting for the DNA results, but a nice, comforting silence.

I stared out the window for most of the drive, just enjoying the view of the trees that surrounded us, and before I knew it we were finally back home at my house. After the events of today, the reminder of my parents brought a warm smile to my face.

Turning around to face Harry who was still in the driver's seat I asked if he'd like come down for a bit. He shoke his head, saying he had to meet the boys at the studio to record some songs. I nodded, and opened to door to get out, but out of some sort of instinct I turned back around one more time and wrapped my arms around Harry's neck.

I got him off guard, but a few seconds later he had wrapped his arms around me, returning the hug. "What's the hug for?" He asked, neither of us letting go. Resting my head on his shoulder, I smiled. "It's a thank you for helping me notice the bright side of our situation. And it's also one of the many hugs we owe each other from our missed out childhood." I whispered.

I could feel his arms tighten around my waist a bit more, and for reason it made the smile on my face grow. "Bye Harry." I said, and with that I let go and got out of the car. Waving bye to Harry as he drove off.

Once I watched him turn at the end of the block I walked into the house, the smile on my face was permanently itched there. I may have only known Harry for a short while, and I had only grown to accept us being twins an hour ago, but that didn't stop me from feeling a bit happy from everything that happened.

I finally had a sibling, a twin. Someone who I could talk to. Even though Christina was like a sister to me, I couldn't help but feel happy with the new addition of my family.

Walking into the house and up to my room, I said to myself "Maybe this situation wouldn't be as bad as you think it is."