Found (Harry Styles) #Wattys2017

Chapter 54

Songs:

Bad Moon Raising/ I Heard It Through The Grapevine: CCR

Roots: Imagine Dragons

Harry's POV

I finally reached Dal's dorm room, my heart pounded, threatening to explode from my chest. I had no idea what I was going to find on the other side and now that Calliope had expressed her own fears, I myself had become fearful. If by some off chance it wasn't Dallas, the question was, who the hell came back in her place and why? For what purpose?

My mind automatically went to their sister. Dallas' twin, Dakota, but even that would be too bold for her to do. If that was the case, it would be a lot more simple to come as herself instead of taking Dal's place. There was no need for that when her siblings would have welcomed her with open arms. At least I know Dal would have. 

Before my mind could carry on with anymore suspicions, the door was exaggeratedly flung open. "Finally," Calliope's voice cracked, dragging me in by my arm. "I was starting for freak out. She's so creepy," she whispered, shoving me in front of her, staying behind me as she clung to my shirt. 

Standing, looking out the window was a dark clothed figure. From the back, it looked just like her, but Calliope was right, something was off. I didn't have to look at her to see that much. She turned with a small smile on her similar looking face, her arms crossed over her torso.

I took in her appearance. She looked absolutely perfect. Stunning even. But, that too was different. Dal had a different approach to the whole perfect thing. She accomplished that all on her own. Unlike the Dallas I had come to know, this one had her hair perfectly made up, her makeup intact as if a professional had done it and she was wearing a dress and seemed to be perfectly comfortable. My Dallas always had frizzy hair, minimal if no makeup and always wore comfortable clothes or looked like a fish out of water if she was in a dress. 

I could easily look over all of that and chalk it up to her going through a process after a breakup, but that seemed highly impossible. And it wasn't just her physical appearance. Like Calliope had mentioned, there was something about this person that just didn't feel right. Something inside me refused to register her as the woman I loved. 

"Hi Harry," she smiled, walking over to kiss the corner of my mouth. That's what did it for me. There was no spark. 

No literal spark that passed through us whenever we touched. "Hello... Ro," I spoke with caution, trying to gauge her reaction. She remained unbothered by the name choice. As if it were a normal thing between us. 

"I was just telling, Ro," Calliope emphasized the name to let me know she caught on to my little test, "that you missed her and you were dying to see her-"

"That's right," the Dallas impostor interrupted with a gleeful smile. "Why didn't you come earlier?"

"I um," I struggled to come up with a lie, still stunned. 

"He was resting." Calliope interrupted this time. "He's been really sick, so don't touch him. You might catch something and we just got you back." She smiled a large fake smile at the woman who claimed to be her sister, pushing me slightly to the kitchen. "We're going to get some tea so we can all chat more comfortably."

"Take your time," the woman in the other room called out.

"Do you see that," Calliope whispered. "It's not her. Like it's her, physically but she's like... broken inside. Not the metaphorical, "oh, my boyfriend broke my heart and I'm broken on the inside," shit, like, literal, pieces aren't connecting properly, broken. That's not my sister. It's not our Ro." She sighed heavily, her body visibly shrinking.