Horan Twins

Chapter Seven

Bartley's POV

The next day I woke up with more followers I could have ever imagined. And you know what the worst part is?

I wasn't popular for being me. I was popular for looking like some döuchbag named Niall Horan. Sure, it was pretty cool to have so many people know who I was but I wasn't okay with this.

I tried to ignore it. I went about my day hoping to forget about it, but every time I picked up my phone, I was bomb boarded with people asking me to follow them back or people telling me how much I looked like him. What is going to happen when I go out in public? Is this stupid guy going to follow me everywhere I go?

Sighing, I just turned my phone off. People didn't even care that Prince William was beside me in the photo. They probably didn't recognize him with his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth wide open.

Those people are used to their sophisticated Prince. The one who always has a straight face, and only waves to the public.

They don't know the guy who is put under so much stress trying to run a country. They know him for the act that he puts on for his people. He wants them to feel safe and protected. They are, but someone needs to protect William too, and I'm here for him. Or at least I have been for the past month. I don't even know how he's going to feel when I leave. I don't know how I'm going to feel when I leave.

"Is something wrong mate?" William asked me at breakfast. The women weren't here at the moment. Kate was getting a facial, and my moms had gone pie shopping, for the third time in two days.

"I'm tired of my cycle." I sighed, playing with the fork in my hands.

"Tell me about it mate." William said, eating another bite of his pancake. The thing about Will is that he is such a great listener, sometimes it's hard to tell he is actually there. He gets so involved, and interested in what your telling him. He gives amazing advise though.

"My mom, my birth mom, is in jail. I don't know. I was only put in foster care a few months ago. My whole life, I went through the same cycle everyday of my life. I woke up, ate, went to school, came home, ate, slept. I did everything the same everyday of my life, for seventeen years. But everything changed when I came here. I was on the news, people thought I was some guy named Niall, which I've never heard of in my life. And I went on with my day, ignoring it, and thinking it was just some mistake. Last night, I posted the picture of us in front of the fountain in the garden, and people couldn't even tell it was you! I gained two hundred thousand followers on instagram, and none of them cared that I was standing next to the future king of England. Nobody cared that I was a normal guy hanging out with my best friend whose not so normal. All they cared about was that I look like him. They cared that I look like that Bloody Wit Niall Horan! Nobody cares about me! I have nobody but you to talk to. My moms don't even care. They only care about this Wedding. And planning it perfectly. I get that it's important, but I'm their son, shouldn't they care about my feelings equally?" I said, now a few tears had slipped but I didn't really care. I wiped them away angrily.

"Mate. You just called someone a Bloody Wit. You've been spending way too much time with me." William smiled and I scoffed and chuckled at the same time. "But, I do believe your mothers care about you. They just don't know if your comfortable with them yet. You're a shy kid, moving in with strangers would've been awful for you. Just show them how much you care, and they'll start showing how much they care too."

"I'm going to find out who this Niall Horan kid is. And then, I'm gonna work. I'm going to get a lot of money, don't know how yet, but I will. Then, I'm going to get plastic surgery so I don't look like him anymore." I said, completely serious, and Will started laughing. So did Dave, the security guard. "What are you dimwits laughing about!" I said angrily.

"Your going to change your face so people stop talking about you. God, Bartley. That's so stupid! Most people would kill for your new found population. To look like a bloody celebrity. You're best friends with the Prince of England for Gods sake! Think about what you're saying!" Dave says unbelievingly. I look to William, and he just smirks at me, in agreement with Dave.

I suppose it was rather stupid to say that I was going to change my appearance. I just don't want to constantly be compared to someone else. That's what I adored so much about being an only child.

I was never compared to anyone, and my grades were outstanding.

The only reason I wasn't in college, was because I was taken away from my home a few days before the deadline. Now, I had to wait a whole semester before I could apply.

Although, I didn't need to worry about college at the moment. I needed to find out who Niall Horan is, and why the hell I look like him.

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