Hey, Angel. (Ashton's missing twin)

Chapter Twenty Eight. (edited!)

//Angel//

I woke up this morning to my phone vibrating what seemed like hundreds of times.

"Looks like you're famous." Louis voice sounds from beside me and I jump in fright.

"Jesus Louis!" I smack blindly and he lets out a groan.

"That was so close, you hit my thigh like your life depended on it!" He groans.

"Well don't scare me like that! And get out, I'm half naked under this blanket!"

"Calm down, I'm not gonna tear it off or anything." He scoffs. "I just wanted to warn you that one of the lads shared one of your alter ego's videos, looks like he finally re-found that YouTube channel. Although I'm sure you already knew you were popular because you'd reached like 2 million subs before Zayn retweeted it.

"How many do I have now?" I ask hesitantly.

"8, why?"

"Are you shitting me!" I scramble to reach my phone, sitting up and letting the blanket fall around my waist. Not bothered because I am wearing a shirt, just nothing else. "Holy fuck." I stare at my YouTube channel, seeing so many more comments on my latest videos that would take ages to read. Especially the one Zayn must have shared, seeing as it had three times the views as any of my other videos.

"So, you gonna tell him?"

"Why would I? You're the only one that knows, I've managed to keep it a secret since then and I don't plan on blabbing now. Plus, nobody that watches my videos has seen my face, I'd like to keep it that way. I may get bombarded by people when I'm out with you guys or Ashton, but so far it doesn't happen when I'm out on my own."

"Well anyway, as it turns out one of my sisters suddenly decided to go to a friends house tonight. So we're gonna have lunch with my family instead of dinner if that's okay? Maybe we can go for some drinks afterwards tonight since you're legal here." He smirks.

I skim over the comments on my video briefly, deciding to go through them later when I'm not around Louis. Then I switch to my personal twitter and see several mean comments about me staying in Doncaster.

"You know what, sounds great." I say, completely done with the fact that hundreds or maybe thousands of people think these awful things of me. "I need to forget about everything in my life for a night. Alcohol should help with that." I nearly stand but realize I can't. "Lou, could you leave so I can get changed?"

"Sure."

Once Louis leaves I get dressed into a simple white lace dress, stuffing a thin black dress into my big purse for the club later. Along with some eyeliner, dark eyeshadow palette, and red lipstick.

The lunch at Louis mums is nice, albeit awkward for me since I'm the new person and Louis sisters thought we were dating. When everyone realized that I was Ashton's sister, they were more than happy to welcome me into the extended family.

"Thank you for lunch Jay."

"No problem, Angie."

"Yeah mum, thanks!" Louis hugs his mum. She hums in response, knowing he only said it because mine reminded him to.

"I'll see you two soon, yeah?"

"Of course mum, we'll see you tomorrow."

Louis leads me out of the house and declares we're going to a nearby club.

"Finally."

"Hey, my family is awesome." He defends.

"No, you're right. Your family is perfect, or I'm sure they're not but they're amazing. I just need to get everything out of my head for a while."

"Hm," he thinks for a few seconds and glances at me before speaking again. "So what's wrong then? What's the reason you so suddenly and desperately want to drink your thoughts away?"

"I just- I found out like maybe two months ago- if that- that my entire life was based on a lie, on a felony. My mom isn't my mom and it's devastating, but at the same time I'm relieved because she was the only real family I had and now I have so much more." I pause to wipe the single tear that had fallen down my cheek, more out of happiness then despair for once.

"But it seemed like you were used to that, or at least getting there."

"I am. What I'm not getting used to is the fact that my brother, who I definitely love and am very proud of, is a drummer in a band. A band who's fans are sometimes also directioners which, don't get me wrong it's amazing, but sometimes they're mean."

"Wait what? Our fans are being mean to you? That's ridiculous, you're not even dating one of us you're only the opening acts sister. Wait, I didn't mean it like... Angel don't repeat that, they're so much more than just that, I just meant-"

"I know Louis, I didn't think anything of it. But yeah, I mean some of the fans are nice and compliment me or ask how I'm doing. But there's also the ones that beg for follows or follows from you guys, and then the ones that bully me. It's just- I don't think I'll really ever be used to being told I'm a worthless slut that should jump into traffic." Louis stomps on the breaks, pulling into a parallel parking spot. "Jesus Lou!"

"Someone seriously said that to you? Who? Who said that!"

"I don't know, I blocked them. It was two examples put together." I sheepishly answer. Taking my sweater off, and straightening my little black dress out.

"Tell me next time, okay? We all deal with it, I can help you."

"You shouldn't have to." I mutter.

"Well I want to since it's not your fault-"

"It's not yours either." I interrupt.

"Anyway," he drags out. "Let's get inside and get you the drink that you so desperately wish to drown your sorrows in." He mocks.

"Harhar," I open the door and step out, Louis locking the car and joining me. He places his left arm around my waist and leads me into the club. As soon as we've made our way to the bar, I order a gin and tonic. Drinking it like I hadn't had water in two weeks.

"I so needed this." I sigh. I look to my right to see Louis scowling at his phone before shoving it into his pants pocket.

"So do I. Let's get pissed shall we?" He holds his glass up, I take my newly filled drink from the bar tender and clink it with Louis.

"Let's." I say, before downing the drink with him.