Chapter 4 -The Problem with Having a Twin
"Harry stop it, you're so funny." I laughed as he told me joke after joke upon awaiting the arrival of our food.
"Oh look the food's here." Harry said still laughing a bit and smiling.
We are at this fancy Italian restaurant and I ordered spaghetti. Go Elena for ordering the cheapest thing on the menu so Harry wouldn't have to pay that much. Speaking of him, he ordered this random Italian thing I have no idea how to pronounce.
"So, what are you guys planning on doing while you're at my sister's house?" I asked the extremely hot guy known as Harry Styles sitting across from me.
"I don't know. To be honest, our flats are fine. Eleanor just invited us over for a bit. She probably thought you would be home so she could spend time with you but you have your flat now."
"Hey, can I let you in on a secret?" he nodded.
"Do you want to know the reason I don't have a British accent?"
"Actually yeah, I was wondering that."
"It was because my parents thought I was the demon child. When I was 15 they sent me away to boarding school because Eleanor the evil witch convinced them to."
"What do you mean Eleanor the evil witch?" He asked confused.
"Ever since we were born she has been blaming every wrong that she did on me. When we were 6 she broke mum's favourite vase and I just happened to be in the room. She started sobbing and mum came in asking what was wrong. Eleanor said I broke the vase even when I was across the room not even paying attention to the situation."
"Now Elena, I hardly believe she would do something like that."
"Well she did, and even when we were 15 she did it. That's how she shipped me off to boarding school. Eleanor fell down the stairs and smashed her head on the wall leaving a gash on her forehead, meanwhile I was in my room. She cries and calls for mum, once again she comes running and guess what Eleanor says. 'Mum, Elena pushed me down the stairs'. I wasn't even remotely near her and mum still believes it."
"If my sister did that to me I'd probably go mad."
"Exactly, and for your information, she hates me and I hate her."
"I'm guessing I probably shouldn't tell anyone about this right?" The expression on his face still said he didn't believe me though.
"Yeah, please don't tell anyone. Not even my parents believed me."
"How's your spaghetti?" Harry asked me changing the subject.
"Weally goob." I said with my mouth full. This made him laugh and shake his head. I really hope that was a good sign.
About 20 minutes later we were finished eating and had run out of things to talk about so we decided to leave. Harry paid for our delicious dinner and he took me home. Here it comes, the moment of truth. He's walking me up to my door, to kiss or not to kiss, this is it.
"Hey um, would you kill me if I kissed you?" He asked rubbing the back of his neck.
"Not at all." I admitted as he kissed me. This wasn't any little peck either, he full on snogged me. Hey, it's not like I mind getting kissed by Harry Styles.
We pulled away and he looked at me placing a piece of fallen hair behind my ear.
"Goodnight Eleanor." I jerked away from him.
"E-Eleanor?" I asked hurt.
"Oh my god Elena I'm so sorry I didn't mean that I swear!" He pleaded.
"Save it Harry." I told him opening the door and slamming it in his face.
Okay so maybe I overreacted but seriously, if the guy you were on a date with called you by your sister's name what would you do? Freak out? Exactly.
I kicked off my shoes threw my clutch on the counter and went to change. I got into a pair of PJ shorts and a baggy t-shirt wipping off all of my makeup. I can't believe he just did that. So what, I look like her. Actually, she looks like me, I'm older.
Lying in my bed I flicked opened the book I've been reading for a while and started to drown myself in the sorrows of the main character rather than my own. Minutes later I was asleep and dreaming of butterflies and sunshine. Not, it was more like spiders and torrential rain.
I woke up to birds chirping and the sun shining. Holy crap the sun is shining in England. I glanced at my iPhone and saw it was 9:30 in the morning. Blah, I have to get up.
I shuffled to my closet and got out a pair of light wash denim shorts, a cream chiffon sleeveless button up with studs on the collar and a black bandeau. I put my hair up in a bun, stuck on my little brown booties, and grabbed my sunglasses. Okay, I'm ready to go to Starbucks.
I walked down the busy streets of London towards Starbucks trying to get my mind off of Harry, yeah not working. So I decided to text Chelsea.
ME- hey Chels! How is it in the big apple?
I got reply almost instantly.
CHELSEA- hey Laney! It's great Broadway is like my best friend! How is Manchesta??
ME- that's great! Here is meh, I met One Direction, went on a date with Harry Styles, he called me Eleanor, then I slammed my apartment door in his face.
CHELSEA- Hey, at least you can say you've went on a date with him, hell, you can say you know him! Wait... did you kiss...
ME- ...maybe...
CHELSEA- OH MY GOD YOU DID! AHHHHHHH YOU KISSED HARRY STYLES!!!!!!!!!!
ME- Listen Chels I got to go, I'll text you later, byee gurl ;)
CHELSEA- See ya girlie ;)
I walked into Starbucks and went up to the counter as there was no one in line. There was this really cute guy working too. Yummy for me.
"Hi, what can I get for you?" he asked checking me out.
"Um, a skinny vanilla latté please, tall." He punched it in and I went over to wait. Once I got my latté I sat down by the window and played on my phone. Pretty eventful day so far if you ask me. Sarcasm intended.
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