Now you notice me?

Chapter 4

"Marcel Styles as in Styles. Like Harold Styles. The famous Harry Styles in One Direction's BROTHER!" I exclaim feeling me breathing speed up.

"Twin brother to be exact." Marcel Adds.

"Twin brother." I say in a voice barely above a whisper.

I slowly sank to the floor and hugged my knees.

"Logan?" Marcel asked worry deep in his voice

A loud laugh bubbles past my lips.

"Logan?" Marcel tries again this time with a scared tone.

"I can't believe this!! I thought that you were Harry!!!! This is fantastic!!!" I exclaim

"I'm not Harry and never would I want to be." He mumbled

"Wait hold up. What do you mean?" I ask

"Can we talk in a more comfortable place?" He asked sticking out a hand to help me up.

I looked at it hesitating a bit before taking it. He yanked me up and we walked out to the balcony sitting down on the chairs.

"Spill." I say looking him in the eyes.

"Okay okay.... Well it all started when Harry tried out for XFactor. He was nice and caring before the fame hit him right in the head. He never called home I mean we are twins we were so close and now.... Well now he's all changed. He's a bit more aggressive and isn't at all the same.." He says looking down at his hands playing with his fingers.

"You know the music video for Best Song Ever?" He asked

"Well not really.... honestly I hate them." I admitted

"Well I was in that video but all the fans thought it was him and made up all these stories and fell in love with character Marcel or me I guess. They thought it was him acting but no it was me. Harry got jealous that technically the girls were drooling over me. And he shut me out completely. Him and his friends all got jealous and have been nothing but jerks to me." He adds not looking up.

"Then why are you on tour with them?" I ask

"Well Harry's afraid of what everyone back home would think about the way he's treating me so he brought me along so it would look like he missed me but in reality he's still a jerk and probably more than ever now." A small tear escaped his eye.

"Awww babe it's gonna be fine." I tell him scooting closer and giving him a hug.

"So why are you on tour?" He asked me.

"Well my mom thinks that I stay at home way to much. well after my dad who can blame her. she forced me to come along even though I'm 18 and can stay home alone! I hate one direction and this tour is making my living hell worse if that's even possible." I tell him in a dead voice.

"After your dad? Am I missing something?" He asked a bit confused.

"Well my dad committed suicide when I was 7." I tell him straight up forgetting the details.

"Ohhh I'm sorry." He said this time giving me a hug.

"Don't be" I say putting on my best fake smile

*flash back*

"Daddy? daaadddddyyyy! Momma's calling you down for dinner! She made your favorite lasagna!" I called in my high pitched voice.

Walking down the long corridors I made my way to the glass door at the end of the hall, My fathers home office.

Making sure I knocked before entering I slowly opened the door with long screech going along with it.

"Daddy?" I call out switching on the lights.

My feet patterned against the cold wood floor. Where's my dad?

Walking behind his desk I looked under it and around the area.

Was daddy playing hide n seek? Silly daddy.

Maybe he's in the closet? Or the bathroom?

Skipping over to the closet door I giggled knowing I was gonna find him hiding.

The door opened with a creek and it again was pitch black.

"Daddy come out! I'm scared of the dark!" I cried trying to find the light switch.

My hands landed on a object against the wall. Believing it was the light switch I grabbed it.

"owww!!! That's sharp! Owie! Daddy I cut myself!" I cried struggling to find the switch.

Feeling against the wall I found it then turned it on.

I turned around and took in the scene before me. I gasped a little.

Looking down at my hands I saw a small nick at the edge of my finger where a small drop of blood was beginning to drip down my finger.

Looking back up I saw the huge bloody mess infront of me.

Did I make this mess? Did I bleed this much?

*end of Flash back*

I didn't notice I was crying until Marcel wiped away my tears.

"Thanks." I sniffled

"No p-problem." He stuttered showing me a small smile.

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Here ya go!!! I really hope your enjoying this story and some of y'all's comments make me want to continue the story!! Thank you!!!

Cute as a button every single one of you! ~ Kate :) xx