I was sprawled out along the black leather sofa in dark-washed jeans and an old t-shirt that had made it's way out of the laundry pile. The light above me swung on a thin silver chain, casting an eerie strip of golden light to bounce off the white marble floor, glass tables, and large, flat TV. To my left was a wall of glass, peering out over the skyline of New York City. Hotels, businesses, and cars twinkled far below. As I scanned the different shows currently running on the TV, my eyes flickered to the news on channel 24. A room painted completely white was shown on the screen. In the center of the room were two black stools and two large lamps, which illuminated the faces of the interviewer and celebrity. I recognized the usual news anchor, Tom, but was surprised to find Harry sitting across from him. He spoke in his deep, slow voice and furrowed his eyebrows in frustration whenever a question hit a sensitive topic. Of course Tom didn't know what Harry's sensitive topics were, so he couldn't really avoid them.
Harry was nearly flawless. He was tall, thin, and muscular in the arms. His hair was his main feature, but I always noticed his bright green eyes, which hid a certain light of intelligence in them. His pale face was as smooth as the stone used to build expensive countertops and his smile was enough to make any girl melt. Just as my mind began to fall into a lapse of things I admired about the sensational singer, Edward walked through the looming white front doors of our apartment. "I'm sorry I was out late," he called from the kitchen in a low voice. Rolling off the comforting sofa, I shuffled in behind him, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. "It's fine," I sighed. He turned around to face me, a small brown curl resting on his eyelashes, tickling the stunning green eyes that I loved. "What have you been up to all day?" he drawled. I shrugged and mumbled nothing, examining the groceries he had brought home. "Gemma called earlier," I added, tearing open a bag of chocolates. Gemma was Edward's oldest sister, who lived with their mother at home in Cheshire. I had met her numerous times, only to find that she was getting even prettier with each visit. "She said that Anne wants to have your whole family in town for her birthday next week," I continued. Edward's face hardened as I mentioned "whole family."
"Doesn't she realize that she'll never have the whole family together without other people trying to intrude?" he coldly muttered. A sinking feeling dropped in my chest as I realized that the interview with Harry was still running. Before I could surreptitously shut the TV off, Edward had seen it and grew even quieter. "See, he's everywhere. Mom should know by know that Harry's too famous for family." There was a bitterness in his voice as he watched his identical twin brother on the screen, living a life of fame, success, and popularity- a life that Edward had strived for, only to have it taken away by Harry. "I'm sure she knows that he won't come," I softly soothed. He shook his head and retreated to the bedroom down the hall.
"Edward," I pleaded, following him into the dark. "It's fine, really. I don't care," he shrugged. I watched him from the doorway as he pulled his shirt off and changed into something more comfortable. "It's okay, Erin," he reassured me, gently kissing the top of my head. He led me back out into the living room, where he quickly switched the channel to a cliched action movie. I felt lucky to have Edward. It was like being with Harry, minus all the trouble of paparazzi and work. Edward had every feature Harry had, but Edward's life wasn't stressful. Edward wasn't always busy. Edward was perfect for me. "Have you talked to Harry recently?" he asked suddenly. The question snapped me out of my daydream, causing my heart to skip a couple beats along the way. "He tried calling me last week, but I couldn't pick up," I replied innocently. He nodded thoughtfully, sank down into the sofa cushion, and pulled me towards him. "Stop worrying about Harry," I whispered while watching his facial expression contort in pain. "If I don't watch out for him, no one will," he breathed gravely.
