The Styles Twins.

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I woke up in someone elses bed, and just in my underwear. My head was hurting and I felt sick. I got out of bed and ran to the en suite toilet, lifeted up the toilet lid, and held my hair. Usually if I was sick my dad would hold my hair and rub my back, but instead I would just have to hold my hair and get over it. As I lent over the toilet I could feel that I would be sick at any moment. And just as I thought of what I must've looked like in my underwear, the sick and achohol from last night came flooding out of my mouth. Pink liquid and a few chunks of food spilling onto the toilet seat. After 5 minutes of throwing up I was finished. I walked back into the bedroom I woke up in and saw Harry Styles laying there, sound asleep. He looked harmless, but in reality, he was a heartbreaker, and everybody knew it. Just like his brother, Edward. I stared at Harry for a while, capturing every feature of his face. His torso was showing, he had quite a lot of tattoo's for an 18 year old. He had a butterfly on his stomach, two swallows on the top of his chest near his coloar bones, and endless amounts on his Left arm. He had a few on his right but not as many. 

I saw him stir in his sleep and at this moment I thought it would be best to get dressed and leave before he wakes up. I can't even remember if we slept together. It would've been my first time if we did. Great, my first time and I can't rememeber it. 

As soon as I was dressed I snook down the stairs and out of the door. Forgetting how cold it must be in shorts and a crop top I ran as fast as I could so that I would get home quickly and hopefully before my dad got home. He usually got back from work on Saturday at 3. I have no idea what the time is so I'm relying on hope at the moment. 

As I was running I heard a car horn go off. I carried on running before the car stopped next to me, I looked and saw Edward and Jason in Edwards car. Edward rolled down his window and coughed. 

'Becca right?' He asked in his slow english accent. I nodded my head. 'Do you even speak?'

'Yes, I speak, what do you want?' I snapped. Edward looked me up and down, then smirked.

'How about me and Jason drive you home or are you on your way to Lucys house?' He winked.

'No, I'm on my way home actually.'

'Well, then let me and Jason drive you home.' He made eye contact with me, telling me that I wasn't going to win.

'Fine you can drive me home, even though I live just around the corner, maybe 5 houses away.'

Edward shrugged and got out the car. He opened the door for me to get in and I did. He slammed the door shut as soon as I was in the car. He quickly got in the front and drove towards my house. My house wasn't too big, just average, but it was really nice inside. My dad was a painter, so he did the house all by himself. My mother would've if she was still around. She died 5 years ago in a fire. Thats why we moved to America. So that we could start over instead of morning over my mom. 

As Edward pulled up against the curb of my house, I sighed and got out. I slammed the door and walked up to my front door. 

'Not even a thank you?' Edward shouted. 

'Thanks.' I said and walked in my house. 

'Becca Johnson, where on earth have you been!' My father shouted from the top of the stairs. 'I've been worried sick about you, do you think its funny not to call or tell me how long you're going to be gone for, and for gods sake, what are you wearing? Are you some sort of slut, well, as long as you're here now, thats all that matters, right?' I nodded and made my way to the kitchen to get some food. But then decideing that it probably wasnt a good idea, just incase i was sick again.