Oh, Marcel!

Do You Realize How Crazy This Sounds?

~Marcel~

"So, we've been in London nearly two months now." My mother starts out as I bring her the cup of tea she wanted so bad. "And then we finally get the phone call we want."

She blows on the tea gently. I watch the steam swirl around.

"They say 'Well everything is cleared up, he can go home with you now.' Your're father and I were jumping for joy! Besides we couldn't wait to get home to tell you!"

"Wait, what?" I say suddenly more interested than I was before. Mrs.Slovak's sudden depature now put on the back burner in my mind.

"Marcel, you have a brother."  She sets her tea down. "Twin actually. You've seen him before too."

My mind raced. Harry. It's Harry.

"Is it Harry?" I blurted out.

"Indeed. Harry is your twin. You seemed to have noticed before when we were home. I didn't want to ruin the surprise earlier, so I played it off as nothing."

"Why not tell me? Why make me sit here all these years without knowing!?" I spit.

"Marcel, honey, calm down."

"No, Mom. I can't you hid this from me for 18 years!"

"I'm sorry. If you want the whole story, calm down and I will tell you."

"Tell me." I demanded and sunk into the couch cushions.

"When you both were born, it was hard times for your father and I. We could barely afford an apartment let alone feed another two mouths." She says. "But we wanted a baby so bad. So we decided to send Harry away to England."

"Mom, why?"

"Because we knew it was to be a better life for him there."

"Why not send me there too!" I quipped.

"Marcel, you were are bearer of good luck. As soon as you were born and we raised you to be an only child people would compliment you on your looks. Your bright green eyes, chubby cheeks with those dimples. And the mop of curls on your head."

"Then why is Harry famous and I'm not?"

"Honey you are. You've been in commercials when you were a baby. That wasn't Harry that was you!"

I do remember hearing something about Harry being in commericals when he was little. Was that really me and not him?

"You gave us enough money to get a good home and raise you the right way. Have we not given you everything you have always wanted? We love you Marcel."

"Do you realize how crazy this sounds?" My head was spinning.

"I do. Marcel please just understand. This will get easier with time. Please just forgive us for not telling you." Her head hung low. A twinge of guilt passed through my body.

"Mom I'm sorry. It's just too much." I gave her a tight hug.

"Thank you, baby. It just took us a while to locate Harry. And once we saw him on TV, we knew it was our son." She hugs me back.  "Oye, I have to stop crying. They'll be here soon."

"Dad and Harry?" I ask as she wipes away her tears.

"Yes, yes. Harry had to tell his friends and stuff that he was moving to America."

"Mom, what is going to happen to his band though?"

"He's on break right now. If he has photo shoots and interviews he will have to fly to London or where ever."

I think about how much money that much cost. Then again Harry is a millionaire.

"Marcel, I want you to wash that gel out of your hair before he gets here. I want to see both my twins."

"Okay, mom." I hug her one more time and then head off to my room. Sure enough everything of Mrs.Slovak's is gone. I wonder what happened. If it really played out like mom said it did.

I was just going to have to adjust to life without her. Anyways I had a new brother that was coming. A twin. Harry Styles. The famous singer.

I've got to tell Ember.

My phone is sitting on my nightstand and I grab it and start dialing her number. It rings once and then I realize what I'm doing and quickly press end.

We aren't friends anymore remember.