Double Take [Sequel to Bound]

1. The Kids

DRUM ROLL, PLEASE.

HERE'S THE FIRST CHAPTER FOR THE SEQUEL TO BOUND, DOUBLE TAKE. HOPE YOU LITTLE BUGGERS ENJOY IT.

love you xxx

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Leah’s POV:

          My parents’ love story always fascinated me to some extent. They were always so in love, always giving each other kisses and making sweet comments at each other. Unlike my sister, I found it breathtakingly adorable. They loved each other so, so much and they never failed to show it. It was like a cute romance movie, and I somehow always put it on replay.

My sister, however, thought love was stupid. That it didn’t exist. She thought it was a stupid idea to love someone and devote yourself to them. I thought she was stupid, because the definition of love was right in front of her and she saw it every day. I’m talking about our parents, of course. But then again, Klara was just as stubborn as Mum was.

Klara and I are twin sisters, and have our mother’s blue eyes and blond hair. Our dad, Harry Styles, used to be in a band called One Direction with four other guys, who are still his best friends and my uncles. It’s funny, because whenever I’m out and about with my dad, there are middle aged women who come up to him and ask for an autograph, saying how they loved the band and still do. To this day, my dad’s fans from back then are still devoted to him now. But now Dad is one of the top music producers in the country, with Klara and I’s Godfather, Louis Tomlinson as his business partner.

That was pretty awesome. It was cool, how my dad’s fans grew up with him. At age thirty six, my dad was still as famous with people as he was when he was nineteen. Mostly because One Direction had stopped with their music by the time my father was twenty four, so about when I was five.

“Leah!” My mother’s voice yelled up the stairs, her voice drifting into my room. “Talia’s here.”

“Coming!” I call back, jumping off my bed and going down the stairs. 
Reaching the living room, I spotted my best friend, Talia Malik. And yes, she was Zayn Malik’s daughter, her mother being yet another singer, Perrie Edwards. Talia was beautiful, no doubt about it. She had long dark brown hair that reached her butt and bright blue eyes, much like her mum’s.

“Hey,” I smile, slinging my leather brown passenger bag over my right shoulder. 

“Hi,” Talia smiles back, “you ready to go?”

I nod. “Yup; are the guys waiting for us?”

Talia nods as we head towards the door. “Isn’t Klara coming?”

I scoff, shaking my head as we exit the house. “No,” I tell her, “she’s dead asleep; came back late last night from some party.”

“Let me guess,” Talia sighs as we walk along the sidewalk, “she hooked up with some guy?”

I chuckle quietly, looking at my feet as we walked. In regards to her disbelief of love, Klara always hooked up with a guy. It was always some meaningless guy that she doesn’t give a care for, just to leave him in the dust. It was sad, really, how that always got in the way of Klara finding a nice guy who actually does care about her. 

As Talia and I walk to the movie theater, I could easily spot the paparazzi from a distance, snapping our pictures. My sister and I were also models for several brands, so I guess spotting us was easy, especially when I was with another person who was the son or daughter of any member of One Direction. It got annoying, but who am I to complain about it?

Entering the theater, I spotted Riker, Wyatt and Aaron. Riker was seventeen and Liam and Danielle Payne’s son, and Wyatt was his brother who was only a year younger. Aaron, Uncle Niall and Aunt Destiny’s son, was fifteen and was the baby among us, not counting Uncle Louis’s five year old son, Joshua.

The modern looking theater was covered with a red carpeted floor and sleek black walls. Movie posters hung on the walls for upcoming movies and old, classical movies that I guess used to be blockbuster hits. Talia and I then walked over to the three guys waiting for us, smiling at them.

Riker was tall, with wavy brown hair that swooped up in the front. He had a silver nose ring and black gages on his ears, but that didn’t stop him from being the handsome lad that he was. His younger brother, Wyatt, was equally as good looking, for a sixteen year old. He had dark brown hair like his mom, though it also swooped up, and chiseled cheek bones.

Aaron was absolutely adorable. He had dirty blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes that matched his dad’s, and was just all around a sweetheart. The five of us, together, stood in line to get ourselves some snacks for the movie, and as I stood next to Wyatt, my eyes caught sight of a group of guys walking in.

I had recognized almost all of them from my school, except for one. He was taller than the rest and had light brown hair, though he was too far from me for me to be able to see his eye color. But he did look quite good looking, in a light blue V-neck, jeans and black Vans.

“Leah!” Wyatt’s voice averted my gaze from the mystery boy as I turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow. “What do you want?” he asks, nodding over to the counter where we were now ordering our food.

“Oh,” I say, feeling a bit dumb as I stepped forward. “Small popcorn with extra butter and a Sprite, please,” I smile at the cashier, pulling out a few notes.

As we pay for our food and walk inside the theater where our movie was playing, I spot the good looking guy from before. He and his friends were watching the same movie as us, and we ended up sitting two rows ahead of them. As I sat down in between Riker and Talia, I caught the mystery boys’ eyes, who sat with his legs propped up on the head of the seat in front of him with his ankles crossed.

Quickly looking away, I sat down and faced the big screen, feeling self conscious knowing there was a hot guy sitting right there. Soon enough the movie started and as I watched it and stuffed my face with popcorn, my mind didn’t wander away from the boy sitting two rows behind me.