Horan Twins

Chapter Eight

Bartley's POV

It wasn't very hard for me to find Niall on google. After typing in only two letters, his name had already come up in the suggestion box.

I clicked his name, instantly getting articles and interviews with him.

He looked more like a clone of me. We were identical. I looked up pictures, finding many photo shoots with him and his band. Our faces were exact. We had the same facial structure, same nose, same eyes. For gods sake we had the same ears. It was freaky.

Our only difference was our hair color, as his was blonde, and mine was brunette.

I automatically assumed he dyed it, as I could easily spot his dark brown roots on the base of his skull.

"William. This is crazy. He looks exactly like me. No wonder they got us confused!" I shouted and he mentioned for me to pass my phone to him.

"Bloody hell." he said in disbelief. "You look identical."

"I'm just going to leave it alone." I said, and his eyes widened.

"Your just going to give up?" He asked.

"I'm not giving up. There's nothing I can do about it. He looks like me. I look like him. What are we to do?" I asked.

"It says here he and his band are from the United Kingdom." He pointed out, still scrolling through google.

"Maybe I should just go back to America. Nobody will know of me there, and I'll just be another normal guy." I sighed.

"This band isn't like that. Their not only famous here. Their about to go on an American tour with some band called Big Time Rush. They're big in America right?" He said and my eyes widened.

"Ya they are. These girls from my trig class back in high school were practically obsessed with them. I used to eavesdrop on their conversations sometimes. Apperently, they are from Canada, but they have their own television show back in the good ol USA." William nodded in understanding, scrolling more.

"You'd look better with blonde hair." William stated nonchalantly.

"Are you comparing me to him!" I shouted, and he laughed.

"You'd get all the ladies." he said and wiggled his eyebrows. I smiled too, considering dying my hair.

"I think if I were to dye my hair I would dye it a light purple. It's my favorite color." I said triumphantly.

"Mate. Let's dye your hair. That would be sick." William said, and suddenly we were both teenage boys again. Doing anything to get into a little trouble.

"Let's do it." I said.

Taking our plates with us, we left the dining room table and basically sprinted to the kitchen. Once in there, William searched the cabinet, and then turned around with a wicked grin on his face.

"Kool-aid?" I questioned. With a smile. "Don't I have to like bleach my hair first?" I asked.

He ran to the other side of the kitchen, and sure enough underneath the kitchen sink was a gallon of the poisoned substance.

"Let's do this."

After getting help from some of the cleaning ladies- four times- My hair was dyed a light purple color and I smiled. I really liked it.

I took a picture, and posted it on Instagram, with the caption "lilac".

"You know who you look like?" Will came up behind me, placing his hand on my shoulder and giving it a pat.

"Who?" I questioned, confused.

"My best man." He said and smirked.

"What?" I said confused.

"Take a hint Bartley." He said smiling, but I still didn't get it. "For gods sake, Bartley! Be the best man at my wedding!" He shouted, and my face grew bright as a light.

"Are you serious?" I said, "I'd love to!" I had never even been to a wedding before, I didn't really know how they worked.

"Well tomorrow we're working on wedding invitations. You can do whatever ya like for the rest of the day." Turning around, I knew he had other things to take care of.

I looked up on my phone places in London I hadn't been yet, and decided to go see Big Ben. I didn't really like clocks, but it was historical, and is great for photography.

I called a taxi, and waited for it to arrive. When it did, I got in, and told the driver where to take me.

My phone was left in my pocket, on airplane mode. I did not wish to be bothered at this moment, and I was just glad that my phone camera still worked despite my inability to receive calls, texts, and notifications from any social media site.

I walked around after paying the driver, embellishing the historical site that I had heard so much about.

I tugged my coat tighter against my body as a sudden cold chill hit me. I had left my hat in the taxi coincidentally, so there was nothing to keep my ears warm. I didn't really care.

"Excuse me sir, do you know if there's a coffee shop nearby?" I said, tapping a stranger on the shoulder.

The man turned around in shock, and he looked suddenly familiar.

"Oh, um yeah sure. There's not really a coffee shop, but there's a tea shop about three doors down. It's called Cherries. They have nice tea." The man said, and I thanked him walking away.

I couldn't decipher where I has seen the man before, perhaps he worked for William, although he looked only to be a year or two older than me.

AUTHORS NOTE

AS I WAS WRITING THIS I GOT THE NOTIFICATION THAT THE DRAG ME DOWN VIDEO JUST DROPPED SO IM GONNA STOP WRITING RIGHT HERE. IM GOING TO GO WATCH IT.

IF YOURE WONDERING WHO BARTLEY WAS WALKING TO IT WAS LIAM. BYEE.

VOTE AND COMMENT PLEASE.

~Diana