The Forgotten Twin

Chapter Eight

Lullaby Anne's POV

I wanted something for breakfast, because I still haven't had any and I'm starving. I went into the kitchen and was surprised to see Logan up and cooking.  "Hey there kiddo. What is on that beautiful pan of yours" I asked.

He chuckled.  "I'm just cooking chocolate chip pancakes and bacon." He smiled. I smiled. "Finally!  My own personal cook! I might actually have to pay you" I said seriously.  He chuckled. "I'm serious Logan." I said.

Logan's Point Of View

"I'm serious Logan" Lullaby said. I stopped laughing and continued cooking. Finishing up. "Eat up." I said. "Thank you. Well discuss this later. Because I can't cook for life and I almost burned down the house back in London." She laughed.  I smiled. I really am thankful for someone helping me. It was funny how I trusted her so easily. 

She gave me one look and asked me what was wrong. It may seem to early. But she did help me.  Mentally.  She let me know that there is someone out there looking out for me. Someone to take care of me. Someone to hold me. Someone to be there. Someone to care for me. Someone to love me. I've learned to love everything in life. The grass.  The sky. The moon.  Sponge Bob. I've learned a lot of things.  Reality has really struck me at an early age.

I wasn't really smart. Just enough to pass. I was never really looking forward to school. But Lullaby has given me hope. I smiled at the thoughts and finished eating out breakfast.  When we were done with the food. I went to wash the dished but being stopped by Lullaby.  "You made breakfast.  The least I could do is wash the dishes. Go on and rest. I'm tired too. One of these days we'll go somewhere. Right now I'm tired. Don't forget about my offer. It still stands. I just really need a cook, and more importantly, a brother. Which is what you've come to be to me. And I appreciate it" I smiled and thanked her as I flopped on the bed in my- our hotel room. I was so grateful to have met Lullaby. She changed my life and made a huge impact on it. People use to go around and make fun of everyone that they see. Some people even commit suicide!  I mean. These people don't raise what bullying does to them until you get a reality check. 

"Hey Logan?" I stood up and looked at Lullaby.  "Yeah?" "I need to tell you something.  If you're going to be with me. You're going to hear my story.  And I'm going to hear yours.  But you're going to have to keep mine a secret.  I see you as the brother I never had that left me to rot." Woah.  This seems important. "Come with me" I nod and follow her to her room. She opens up her suitcase and get out a photo album. She pats the spot next to me. "You know Harry Styles right?" I nod. She Frowns And Opens It Up.  Showing a picture of Harry as a baby and a baby girl the same age and features as him. "My name Is Lullaby Ann Styles.  I'm Harrys twin sister. Harry and I use to be very close, hip by hip,  we'd never leave each other, I was always by Harry and he was by me. I was very sensitive and mm you trust was broken at a young age when I tried to make friends. So I only trusted Harry. Until we were sixteen. Harry went off to join X Factor and started being famous. He said he'd call me every night. He never did. I waited a couple months and nothing happened.  I ran away and took all my money and pictures and mustered an apartment.  I trained myself and nd gyms and joined any self defense classes. After about a year or two I finally was ready. I worked as a Model for a whole and got a hella lot of money and saved that up to come here to the US to start fresh.  Then I get and email from Simon, and, well, it goes on from there to here" it was and lot to take in. She was flipping the pages on the photo album and each one was of them by each other. She was crying.  "He forgot about me. And never called" she choked. It was hard to take in. I mean. She looked so much like him.  It was scary.  I geld unto her while she cried into my arms.  "Shh. Shh. Come one. Let it out.  " I cradled her. She kept crying until she passed out. So much goes for my story.