Horan Twins

Chapter Fourteen

Bartley's POV

This was it. The day before the wedding. Everything was ready. My best man speech was written, and in my jacket pocket. I had this one, last day in England all to myself before the big day tomorrow.

I had inevitably fallen in love with this country and all of its architectural beauty. I didn't want to leave.

My moms cried their tears and went out for this one, last day.

I didn't want to say goodbye to anything. So I pretended it was just another normal day to myself.

In the palace library, I grabbed the first book I saw, and stuffed it into my backpack which also held my umbrella and a few pounds.

I had gone to that same coffee shop I had been to before. Just relaxing and reading my book.

I stayed for about a half hour, until my coffee was cold and I had no urge to drink it anymore.

I threw the rest away, and heard the bell of the door as I exited the shop.

It wasn't raining yet, although the clouds in the sky told me it was going to rain soon.

This wasn't the average day for me.

For some reason, today just made me feel sad. The dark clouds overhead created a gloomy feeling that made me just want to not do anything. Which made me even sadder, because this was my last day here. And I wanted to do something, even though I also felt like I didn't want to. You know?

It's like when you get invited to a party. You want to go, because all your friends are going. But you also don't want to go because you know there's going to be people there you don't particularly want to see.

I never really have that problem.

My only friends are Will and Rachel and neither of them would ever be caught dead at a party.

I don't know what I'm going on about really. How did this topic of parties ever come up in the first place? Think brain, think! Oh, right. The whether is gloomy today.

I decided to walk back to the palace, and although I knew I was going to regret walking I did it anyways.

I'm going to miss the fresh English air, and I'm going to miss it as soon as I get back home to America.

But America was no longer my home. America was hell for me. I had no friends, I had my mom, but not anymore. I'm in a foster home now. I have nobody.

The UK was my home now. Even if I didn't technically live here.

But I knew it was my time to go. So, when I finished packing, I took a deep breath in and let it out slowly.

Maybe when I go back to the United States things will be different.

I stopped thinking about it, and focused on something that wouldn't make me disappointed.

College. I'm going to college soon. I'm uber excited about it too. I even thought about joining a frat house, even if I probably won't. It would be fun, and I could make friends. The only difficult part was I'm not like most other guys. They all want sex. I want to get an education. They want to get drunk. Liquor makes me cringe. They want to get high. I'd rather stay low. They like to smoke weed, I like to eat barbecue chips.

I'm a bore, and I like it that way.

Niall's POV

How long has it been since I've had a completely normal day? A long time. I don't wish I was a normal boy. I just want one day where I can go out in public and just chill. Where I wouldn't have to disguise myself into looking different so that nobody would ask me questions and follow me around like I am a dog in heat. (Even if I am a boy.)

Maybe what I'm trying to say is that I would like to live a double life. Like the American Show Hannah Montana. What a true storyline it has.

(was requested for an update , here it is)