Beat Still

Chapter 1: Beat Still

*Harry's Pov*

"Harry get up your brother is on the way!"

Ughhh, What the fuck? I looked over at my clock. Damn. It's 6 A.M. Who the hell drives home from university at six in the morning? Marcel that's who. I guess I better start getting ready.

Marcel and I are twins. Both 16 years old. Wait, duh we're twins. Well I kind of just proved my point. Marc is the smart one. He left for uni early while I'm still here at home. I'm in year 12 now, and it's weird going into it without my brother. We've literally done everything together since birth. Well you know besides like Marcel's writing, film collecting, or marketing club. And my football, singing, and constant pursuit of picking up girls.. It's like we're the same person, but complete opposites.

"Harry what the fuck are you doing?" my sister broke me out of my thoughts.

"What do you want Gemma?" I ask giving her a fake, annoyed sigh.

"We gotta get ready! Marcel's going to be here any minute!" she sounded so excited. Don't get me wrong I'm excited too, but not at 6 A.M.

Our whole family spent about an hour cleaning and making Marcel's favorite foods. You'd think the guy was gone for a year, but no. He just moved into his dorm 2 weeks ago. We just love him so much that it felt like ages. I made his favorite vegetable fritters, Gemma made him homemade vanilla ice cream, and mom made her special peach cobbler. Boy, was Marcy in for a treat.

I went to Marcel's room, which was right across from mine, to make sure everything was straight. I checked on all of his favorite books, made sure his journals looked untouched (I read them, he wouldn't mind), and even remade his bed just how he likes it. Covers folded back, two blue pillows on the side and one white in the middle. Marcel liked order. I on the other hand hadn't seen my floor in 8 years.

*Beep* My phone! I dashed for it thinking it was Marcy, but it was just Louis. 'Hey lad, how about ditching the family reunion and getting a pint later?'

I rolled my eyes. Louis is my best friend, so he knows how important this is for me. But then again he's also two years older but acts three years younger. I texted back 'Fine, but I'm bringing Marcel.'

He texted back rather quickly. 'No, the geek can stay at home.' What the fuck? He knows not to mess with my brother. Louis may be older, but I am wayyy bigger and even though we're best friends I will kick his ass!

Louis is a nice guy, I mean Marcel and I have known him for a long time. He's like our honorary brother. But he never got on with Marcel as much as he and I do. And Marcy feels the same. I think they're just too different or something. He texted again 'Jk jk bro, don't kick my ass. I'm coming over for dinner tonight. I think I actually missed the wanker!'

*Incoming Call from Marcel*

"MARCCCCCYYYY!" I yelled as loud as I could," Are you here? Huh? Are you? Are you here?"

"A-almost Harry. P-please don't yell in my ear."

"I'm jut so excited!" I yelled once again," Why are you stuttering? You never stutter to me?"

"I'm just a bit nervous I suppose. Harry, I've got something to show you..and tell you..show and tell!" I could hear him giggling nervously. I wonder what he had to tell me.

We hung up the phone and I ran to the kitchen where my mom and sister stood frosting a welcome home cake.

"He's almost here." I grinned.