I'm Not Her

Chapter 1: I'm Not Perrie

"Too long!" she responded, "but I've been busy." Busy being famous. Busy dating a really hot and famous guy. Busy doing a job she loved. Busy having her life all figured out for her. 

Oh what a hard life Perrie faced.

"Yeah superstar," I chuckled, "what are you doing here anyways?" Don't get me wrong. I loved my sister to death, but it was nice not having anyone confuse me for my sister since I was the only one around home now. 

Then again, I wasn't famous.

"I can't even visit my family? Come on Pen!" She pouted. "What's wrong with you? Don't you miss your twin?" 

I just smirked. "Come on! Let's go inside. I bet Mum'll be very excited to see you. She's been complaining that you haven't been coming to visit her more often. I think she's getting sick of me." That wasn't a lie.

Perrie just shook her head and laughed. She linked our arms together and we walked inside our house. Mum was sitting at the kitchen breakfast table with a pair of glasses at the tip of her nose. She held a newspaper in her hands. It was like her morning ritual. I could hear the laundry machine rumbling in the background. Turns out she did do the laundry. At least I'd have an assortment of pajama pants to look through now. I had been wearing the same ones all week.

"Hey Mum." Perrie greeted.

"Good morning Penelope." She sighed. "What took you so long?" She set the newspaper down on the table and pushed her glasses back up her nose. Mum looked up and her eyes widened. "Is Perrie here or am I just seeing double?"

"If you were seeing double, than you would see four of us." Perrie laughed. "It's good to be home Mum. And if you can't figure it out...the one dressed in clothes suitable for the afternoon and not the middle of the night is me, Perrie."

I looked down at my pajamas. It wasn't like I needed to go out in public today so why make an effort to dress if I wasn't even leaving the house?

That was my logic.

Mum smiled brightly. Perrie had always been her favorite even if Perrie had argued with me over the topic twenty times too many. Perrie didn't see it, but to Mum, I was practically a disappointment. Perrie, the better of the Edwards twins. She was famous. I was not. She had money. I was basically broke. She had her own home. I was still living with my parents.

I could even see why Mum liked Perrie better.

"We have to celebrate!" Mum grinned. "You haven't been here in six months! Penelope, you can make a cake right? I bet we have some cake mix somewhere around the house. Ooh, it may be expired so you could run down to the grocery store couldn't you? I have a list as well. And Perrie, I'll make your favorite dish! Oh, your father must know about this! I'll call him right now."

"Mum," Perrie interrupted our mother's ramble, "I'm not planning on staying much longer." 

"You're not?" Mum and I asked. Despite the fact that Perrie was favored more by my mother, I still missed my twin. Recently, I've been doing everything solo instead of doing everything with Perrie. I now sat on the porch swing alone. Made cookies alone. Went shopping alone. Perrie was my enemy, but my best friend at the same time. Not having her for six months was like not having a best friend for six months.

"No," Perrie nervously said as she started playing with her fingers. She only did that when she was nervous. What could she possibly be nervous about? It was probably a boy. Boys were always a problem. I wouldn't know though. Boys was a whole new category of things I shouldn't be asked about. I had like zero experience, "I was just here to visit Pen for a bit. I need to talk to her."

"About what?" I asked.

"Stuff." Perrie said. "Excuse us Mum." Perrie grabbed my arm with a hard grip and dragged me to her bedroom which connected to mine. She shut the door and locked it. She pressed her back against the door, closed her eyes, and sighed. 

"What?" I asked. "Why can't you stay a little longer? Did you see how happy Mum was when she saw you were here? You haven't been here for six months and-"

"I need a huge favor." Perrie cut me off, "you might not want to do this though, but just please. Hear me out. I really really need this. You don't even understand how desperate I am. If I could handle this myself, I wouldn't be here." 

If she could handle things herself, she wouldn't have come back home. I got the idea.

Never have I ever heard Perrie say that she needed help...or a favor. She was the independent one. She wasn't the type of girl to say that she wanted help. She did everything by herself. I was the opposite. I depended on others. She was the leader, I was the follower. That was how it was even when we were kids. There had always been a signifigant difference between the two of us, except our looks.

"Uh...okay." I said. No harm could be done from listening right?

"I...I need a vacation Pen. I can't do this anymore." She cried. She collapsed back onto her bed that hadn't been touched in so long. She buried her head into her pillow. "I can't do this anymore." The bed must be dirty. I wouldn't be surprised if she popped back up and coughed up dust. I didn't think we changed the sheets since the last time she came home.

Six months ago.

"Do what?"

"It!" She cried.

"What is it Perrie? You really need to be more specific. You know, some twins can understand each other quite well, but that isn't our case." I said. I remembered that video on YouTube of these two twin baby boys that were talking to each other in a gibberish language and they seemed to understand each other.

Perrie and I?

Definetely not like that. We couldn't read minds or anything. As much as we'd like to imagine that we were out of the ordinary and had awesome super powers, it just wasn't possible.

"I-I...never mind." Perrie sighed. "But the favor...I just...I don't even know anymore. I don't know what to do anymore."

"Perrie, are you going to tell me or not?" I sighed. "I can be doing other things? Before I was taking out the trash, I was buying a bunch of iTunes music and I can go get back to that. I mean it's more interesting than sitting here and listening to you tell me absolutely nothing."

Perrie rolled her eyes.

"I'm just going on a well needed vacation Pen. I need a vacation. The fame...I can't handle it anymore! I'm more known as Zayn Malik's girlfriend rather than Perrie Edwards from Little Mix. His fans expect me to be perfect! I'm spotted hugging his bandmate Harry and the next thing you know, rumours are flying around that I'm cheating on him! Then I have cameras stalking my every move. I can't even go on a jog and not have cameras flashing in my eyes." Perrie went on and on about all her reasons. I used to envy her for her stardom life, but I could see how hard it really was for her. The pressure was on her.

"What can I do about that Perrie? I can't control magazines and-"

"I want you to take my place while I'm gone." She blurted out.

Hold up.

What?

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I really don't know what to say for the author's note...I hope you like my idea and stuff. It just came to me because I wanted to do a story with Perrie because I just think she's drop dead gorgeous. I'm a Zerrie shipper just sayin...So if you are reading this, please spread the word because...welll...it would help...and erm...vote, comment, and fan me! Whoever is reading this story is flackin awesome! Okay byes.

-Adriana <3

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