Seeing Double - A Styles Twin...

I could feel the sun licking at my skin, and the uncomfortable warmth slowly pulled my from my dream-less sleep. I cracked open an eye to find myself in my bed, tangled in my covers. I inhaled deeply and shut my eyes tight, the pain of my throbbing head hitting me like a wave. I couldn't remember getting home last night, in fact, I couldn't remember anything from last night.

Running my hand over my face, I slowly propped myself up on my elbows and looked around my room for an indication of what had happened last night. It was then that I noticed my skimpy underwear and dress strewn on the ground.

Curious, I lifted the covers to find my naked body, and my eyebrows shot up my forehead. "Shit!" I cursed, slapping a hand over my face. How could I have been so stupid? I had just gone out to the club because I was jealous of Emily, NOT to get laid.

But, if I had had sex, then where was the mysterious person who I had done it with? I frowned slightly, looking around my room for a male piece of clothing, a sock, anything, when my gaze landed on a small, folded piece of paper on my pillow. I reached out and clasped it between my finger before unfolding it. I squinted my sleepy eyes to make the scrawl clear and trying to figure out what exactly had happened last night.

Maddie,

I'm sorry I won't be there when you wake up, I had things to attend to elsewhere. But I had a great time last night, and I really want to see you again. I'll call you and we'll get together sometime.

Thanks again,

Edward

Edward...for fucks sake, why can I remember an EDWARD! He seems like such a nice guy! What am I supposed to do when he calls and I don't remember anything? What am I gonna say? Oh hey, you're cute but I don't remember sleeping with you?! Fan-bloody-tastic.

Emily's POV

Under any other circumstances, I would've avoided Edward the day after our...incident. But, of course, fate had something against me and made sure that it would happen when I was doing my uni tours.

So, because of this, I found myself in a torn state. One part of me knew that I had to go to the tour or jeopardize my chance there, but the other part was making me not want to go because of seeing Edward. It's not like I don't want to be friends with him anymore, but it's too hard at the moment to face him and ultimately, what I've done.

But, alas, I found myself in need of his somewhat expert advice, and I would feel absolutely terrible if I turned him down. So that left me to stick it out and try to concentrate on what we were there for, and NOT bring up last night.

So now here I am, in navy denim jeans and a checkered button down on, supporting long waves and natural makeup, waiting for Ed. Yesterday, before the incident, I had given Ed the code to automatically open the downstairs door, thus allowing him to come upstairs freely and knock on my door. Looking back on it now, it was such a stupid idea. It left me no time to ready myself for his knock on my door, and I just had to go with it and suck it up.

I hesitantly made my way over to the door and pulled it open, finding a tired-looking Edward standing in navy denim jeans and a checkered button down with converse on. I looked down at my outfit and back up at him, and he seemed to understand and realize as his eyes widened.

"I-I didn't know, um, maybe you can put on a different shirt...or something." Edward muttered, a blush creeping to his cheeks at the realization of out matching outfits. I glanced down at my watch before scrunching up my nose distastefully, calculating that I had no time to change. "I can't, you were running late already. Let's just go, it's no biggie anyway." I blurted, quickly ushering him out and locking the door.

I ran down the stairs two steps in front of Ed, not wanting to have to face any awkward contact, and made it outside, swiftly turning in the direction of my car. "Emily, where are you going? My bike's over here." I turned to look at the confused Ed, surprised he hadn't caught on. "I think it's best if we take my car. To avoid any...awkward moments." I hesitated before turning on my heel and unlocking me car.

I looked over my shoulder to find a

confused looking Edward glancing between me and his motorbike, his brow knitted slightly. "Ed, I think it's...safer if we go with my car. Don't want to provoke anything..." I trailed off, hoping my suggestion would be enough and begging he wouldn't ask for an explanation. "Oh, okay then." He mumbled with a hint of disappointment before following me over to my Ford.

We silently got in and drove off, and it was a while before Ed broke the awkward silence between us. "So, University Collage London today?" He asked casually, thumbs tapping on the door handle as we drove along. "Um, yeah. It's supposed to be really good." I replied quickly before silence fell like a blanket over us once again.

We sat like that, me clutching my steering wheel nervously and Ed tapping away at the handle, no words exchanged between us. We finally arrived at the uni and I sighed in relief, swinging out of the car as soon as possible. I barely waited for Ed before I started to walk in the direction of administration.

But I felt Ed's large hand catch my arm and spin me around so that I was looking up at his worried face. "Why are you like this? I don't like...this!" He gestured between us, his eyes deep with some sort of sadness. "You know very well why." I whispered urgently, pulling my arm from his hand.

I began to walk again but was stopped by Ed calling out. "Can we just pretend? Can we just act as if nothing happened? That I didn't feel anything, that YOU didn't?" He called jogging to catch up with me. He spun me around and pressed his body to mine, causing me to become short of breath.

"Please, just let us pretend. Because anything is better than you ignoring me. Anything is better than you acting as if I'm your worst enemy." He panted urgently, fingers tightening around my upper arm in desperation. "Please Em." He whispered, his eyes shining with sadness.

Looking into his blue eyes gave me a calming feeling, and acted as a balm against my aching heart. So, even if it was the most stupidest idea, I could only answer with one thing. I smiled bitterly at a memory before taking a breath and uttering the exact words that Ed had once spoken to me. "That what happened?"

Edwards POV

I had much preferred yesterday's tour, but mostly because there was no tension between Emily and I. I had to endure the whole tour a step behind Emily, barely making conversation with her as she inspected the school. It was hard like this, compared to how easy it was with her yesterday.

The uni that we were touring at the moment was far more morbid then Mary's yesterday. The English block was pristine, no pieces up like they had been at the other uni. I personally preferred Mary's over this one, but I would have to leave it to Emily to decide.

The time came when the dean left us alone in a seminar room, we just sat there awkwardly, me bouncing my legs impatiently whilst Emily twirled a red strand of hair around her finger. After some time, she cleared her throat, causing me to glance up and meet her stunning green eyes.

"Uh, what did you think? Which did you like better?" He asked casually, gesturing around at the uni. I leant back and scrunched up my nose, thinking slightly. "Honestly - you don't have to take me opinion but - I felt that Queen Mary was more warm in a sense...very welcoming and homie. Whereas, here, it's so sterile and strict! Like a jail...only you can go home at the end of the day." I joked, and earned a beautiful laugh from Emily.

I couldn't help but grin, it was a relief that I had made her laugh, and eventually, the tension between us started to crumble and fall. "No, but seriously though. Uni is a fun part of your life, and I think, no, I KNOW, that you will love it at Queen Mary's. This is just my opinion, you can choose whatever, but I thought I'd just explain that." I gave her a half smile and she nodded thoughtfully, crinkles faintly lining the space between her eyebrows.

"I think...maybe I should give it a bit." She spoke, eyes flickering to meet mine. "I have until the beginning of next month to decide, so I'll think it through and then decide." She concluded before the creases slowly smoothed out an a small smile found there way to her lips.

A comfortable silence dropped around us. Nothing but our eyes were talking, our mouths denied their power to speak. We just sat there staring at each other, eyes searching the others. "Em..." I whispered, trying to understand the emotion in her gaze. "Em, I need to know what you want to do with...this. With us." I gestured at the space between us, but didn't break our eye contact.

Her face visibly dropped, and tension began to settle once again. "There's nothing to know Ed, I'm with Harry. I'm confused, I have no idea what is happening and how to handle it." She admitted, the crease once again appearing between her eyebrows.

It took all my might to not get up and smooth them away with my thumb, but I stayed put, clenching my hands into fists to keep them from doing something stupid. "I'm just so confused." She repeated, eyes glistening before she dropped her head and hid her face with her long hair.

In a matter of seconds, I was up from my seat across from Emily and kneeling at her side, hand rubbing circles on her back. "Shh, it's okay. It'll all work out." I cooed and she silently sobbed. Her head whipped up to stare at me with a cold, accusing gaze. "How do you know Ed? You have NO IDEA how hard it is for me right now!" She ground out through her teeth, tears leaving wet tracks down her cheeks.

I looked down and bit my lip hard in anger, my hand having stopped its soothing movement. I looked back up at her awaiting stare and cleared my throat before flicking my tongue out to wet my lips. "There's a saying...and it says that in the end, everything will be okay. And that if it's not okay, then it is not yet the end. Everything will fall into place, it will all work out...you just have to let it." I finished, my words disappearing into a whisper.

Her eyes glistened bright before she dropped her face in her hands, weeping silently. "I'm scared." She said barely above a whisper. "Oh Em, there's nothing to be scared of. Why are you scared?" I asked, my hand resuming its soothing circles. She whispered something, a small sentence that was almost inaudible, but I heard, I heard it clearly. "I'm scared that I have feelings for you."

I yanked my hand away as if it had been burnt and abruptly stood. I stared down at Emily and watched as she raised her head to stare right back up at me. "Stop using me as your emotional punching bag Em! Stop fucking throwing me mixed signals and batting me around! Cause you're not the only one that's getting hurt." I sneered, anger shaking me. Her alarm at my sudden outburst pulled a sob from her throat, and in turn pulled at my heart. "Ed..." She reached out urgently, but I only stepped back. "No Em, I can't."

I turned and left the room abruptly, leaving a distraught Emily with her pain. I walked down countless halls before I found myself outside in the cold, night air. The moment I was outside, I threw my head back and stared up at the star sprinkled sky. I sucked in a deep breath before letting out a scream, it ripping at my throat. After I was out of breath and my energy was drained, I fell back into the wall, supporting myself on the brick.

The pain clenching at my heart was because of a beautiful girl that I had feelings for, and that particular girl had feelings for my brother. So I came to the conclusion that I needed to suppress those feelings and start anew somewhere else. With SOMEONE else.

With shaking fingers, I pulled my phone from my pocket and scrolled through my contacts, finding my most recently entered contact and hurriedly tapping it, pressing the cold phone to my ear. After three rings, a sweet, female voice sounded over the speaker in a hello and a small shudder ran through my body. I had to do this, I had to get over Emily. "Hey Maddie, it's Ed."

Emily's POV

After some time in the seminar room by myself, I gathered my emotional self and made my way outside into the night air. I couldn't find Ed anywhere, so I just made my way over to my car, hoping Ed was there. To my relief, I spotted a lanky figure leaning against my car, strong arms crossed over their chest whilst their feet were crossed at the ankles.

Without a word, I unlocked my car and got in on the drivers side, waiting for Ed to get in the car as well. The tension that was with us on the drive here was back, but this time it was a hundred times worse. To ease the tension, I flicked the radio on to a random station, letting the music fill the car.

I braved a glance over at Edward and noticed that he was silently seething. His jaw was continuously clenching and unclenching, his fists doing the same. His blue eyes were trained out the windscreen as he bounced his knee impatiently, obviously wanting to be out of the car a soon as possible.

I turned back to the road, sighing deeply. "Ed..." I slowly said in a questioning tone, squeezing the wheel. I spared a glance over at him again, his state hasn't changed at all. "Ed, say something." I asked again staring at him until he looked over at me. He opened his mouth and I readied myself for his words, eagerly watching him. "Pay attention to the road." He snapped bitterly before turning back.

We finally arrived at my place and Ed quickly hopped out, slamming the door. Clenching my jaw, I quickly jumped out the door, calling out to Edward. He turned abruptly and nailed me with a cold stare. "What Em?" He demanded. "I-I just wanted to tell you that I'm coming back to Harry's..." I trailed off, awkwardly standing a few meters away from Ed. "Whatever."

He turned and swung his leg over his bike, pulling his helmet on. I watched him start the bike and speed off down the road, disappearing around the corner. With a sigh, I get back in my car and followed the road to Harry's place, finding Ed's bike parked outside already.

With a huff, I made my way upstairs and let myself in, walking into the sitting room. I found Harry watching television with a bowl of chips nestled in his lap, but Ed was no-where in sight. "Hey." I called softly, causing Harry to turn to see me. "Oh, hi babe! I was just watching Lady and the Tramp, wanna join?" He asked, crunching on a chip. I chuckled and walked around, sitting on the couch next to him and hesitantly snuggling into his side.

"So, where were you today?" He asked, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pulling me into him the rest of the way. "I went on my second uni tour with Ed, actually." I replied, snatching up a chip from his bowl. "Wait, you went with Ed...again?" He asked, turning so he could give me a small frown, his light tone gone. "Um, yeah, why?" I asked, suddenly worried that he had caught onto our...incident. "Why didn't you ask me? I would've gone with you."

His pout brought a small smile to my mouth and I couldn't help but reach up and lightly peck him on his pink lips. "I didn't want to take you away from work with something as petty as a uni tour. And anyway, Ed has experience in this field, he knows what I should be looking for." I answered, snuggling back down in his warm chest and wrapping my arm around his stomach, reveling in his body heat. "Well alright. But don't ever think that I won't have time for you, even for petty things. I always will." He replied, kissing the top of my head.

We sat watching our movie for a while, when suddenly my ringing phone broke our comfortable silence. I groaned and picked it up, pressing it to my ear. "Hello?" I asked half-heartedly. "Hey, oh my gosh Emily, I have to tell you something!" Maddie's eager voice sounded over the phone and I groaned inwardly. "Who is it?" Harry mouthed. "Maddie." I whispered back with an eye roll before turning my attention back to my phone.

"Yes, sure, what is it?" I asked, settling back onto Harry's arm. "Oh my gosh. Okay. So. I was, like, partying the other day, and then this morning I wake up to a note from some guy who I slept with! I don't remember him at all but then today he called and asked if we could go out. He seems really sweet, so I obviously said yes, but now I'm nervous!" She blurted, her desperation seeping through her words.

"Um, okay... What do you want me to do about it? I don't know that guy..." I asked, suspicious of the motive of her call. "Well...I was wondering if you and Harry could come on a double date with us at the cinema tomorrow night...it's just that I don't want to be alone with a guy that I don't remember." She confessed with a nervous tone.

"Hold on a minute." I told her before pressing the mouthpiece into my chest. "She wants us to go on a double date with her and some guy that she slept with but doesn't remember." I quickly explained to Harry, watching as his eyebrows shot up his forehead. "No way. She got herself into that mess, she can get herself out." He scoffed.

"Harry, I feel bad, she's my friend! It wouldn't hurt going, and I really should be there for her." I compromised, watching as his forehead creased in thought. After a minute, Harry gave in to my pouting face and sighed. "Fine, whatever." He waved his hand dismissively and I kissed him on the cheek as a thank you.

I pressed my phone back to my ear and continued to talk with Maddie. "We'll definitely come. What time would you like us there?" I asked, snatching up another chip from Harry's bowl. "Um, it starts at 7:00, so maybe quarter to? Thanks so much Em, it means so much that you're doing this for me." She sounded genuine and I couldn't help but be happy for her, even under the circumstances of how she actually MET the guy. "Alright, well, I've gotta go. I'll see you tomorrow."

I hung up and shoved my phone back in my pocket, snuggling back down into Harry. "You're too nice." He chuckled, his hand running through my hair softly. "Hardly." I replied in a joking tone. But only I knew that I was telling the truth.

"What are you doing tomorrow?" He asked, still combing his long fingers through my hair. "Nothing that I know of, why?" I replied, eyes trained on the screen. "I want to take you out, just you and I, before we have to deal with Maddie." He stated with a chuckle. "And besides, we haven't had some alone time in a while."

I smiled slightly before a thought hit me square in the chest. The only reason I hadn't been spending more time with Harry was because I was spending it with his identical brother. I'm such a bad person.

"I'm really tired, I think I might head home." I commented, abruptly standing. "No, stay here. You can sleep in my bed." Harry whined, reaching out and grabbing my hands. I gave him a thoughtful look before giving in to his puppy dog eyes with a sigh. "Fine, okay. I'll stay." A childish grin found its way into Harry's lips and he clapped excitedly.

(Play song *)

Without another word, Harry stood and picked my up bridal style, carrying me over to his bedroom. Despite my kicking and screaming, he carried me all the way over to his bed and sat me down so that I was facing him. I was giggling when he set me down, but all he had was a mischievous smirk.

"What?" I asked with a grin, staring up at him from my sitting position. "Raise your arms." He ordered softly as his long fingers gripped the hem of my checkered shirt. I did as he asked and he pulled it over my head, tossing it aside. My smile had disappeared and my breath had quickened, slightly nervous with where this was going.

Harry knelt in front of me so that his face was level with mine and I could feel his breath on my lips. I nudged my nose against his and his plump lips turned at the sides, a low chuckle emitting from his throat. He connected our mouths and sensually kissed me, hands going to my lower back. His lips moved with mine, softly urging them open. His tongue flicked out, asking for entrance, before slipping past my lips and licking a bold line across the roof of my mouth, making me shiver.

As I was preoccupied with knotting my hands in his thick curls, I didn't realize Harry's hands and their path down to my hips. It was only when I felt his long fingers pop open my jean button that I froze, eyes flinging open. Harry only urged my mouth to respond, not stopping as he slowly pulled down the zipper. Hesitantly, I closed my wyes once again and returned the kiss and allowed him to slowly pull my jeans off my legs before discarding it along with my shirt. The cold air hit my exposed legs and I shuddered, but more so at Harrys fingers tracing my stomach.

It was only then that Harry pulled back to look at me, eyes a deep green of lust and his puckered lips swollen. "God you're beautiful." He whispered with the ghost of a smile. He then reached behind his head and yanked his shirt off, smirking at me as he did so. "Raise your arms babe." He ordered again, confusing me. I complied and lifted them above my head giving him a small frown.

Harry swiftly slipped the white shirt down over my body with a grin before leaning in and pecking my nose. "W-what was that about?" I asked him with a frown. He leant in and stared into my eyes with piercing green ones, mischief evident in their depths. "I know you're not ready. And I respect that." He murmured before reattaching our lips for a brief kiss.

He then pulled back and dropped his pants before picking me up once again. I giggled as I watched him struggle to pull back the blankets without dropping me. He finally succeeded and gently slipped me inside before following suit. He pulled the covers over us to keep our bodies warm before wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me into his side. His long fingers traced circles on my exposed hip as I traced his swallow tattoos with my fingertips.

After a while of laying peacefully in the dark, I heard Harry's breathing become even and his chest began to rise and fall rhythmically. I sighed softly, thinking about the boy right next door to us. In my silent revelation, I convinced myself that what I had here, right now with Harry, was worth too much to throw away. And even if I did have feelings for Ed, it meant nothing in comparison to the feelings I held for Harry.

So then,why does my heart race every time I thought of a certain curly haired, blue eyes guitar player?

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

Ohh, it's building! How long does Emily think she can keep the kiss from Harry? It'll slip out soon, and it will all come crashing down around them. But will it stem to something greater...or worse?

Am I a bad person for making you wait this long for an update? Yes, yes I am. I'm so sorry! Please forgive me!

Anyway, it's getting so juicy, I can't wait for the next chapter!

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Catherine xx