TWO GHOSTS

Chapter Twenty Two / We Have to Resist.

The shell had rippled patterns from top to bottom, over-laid with bright colors of  orange and blue. It was delicate, you could tell. It was chipped from the sides, and the bottom had pieces broken off. You carefully set it on your dresser, laying it on top of a white rag. You took a few steps back, making sure it was perfectly in place. The colors made it stand out from everything else in your room. As if it were a person, you gave a small smile to it as you walked out your room. You can hear the twins settling in, making sure they weren't tracking sand in. You stopped mid-corridor, ready to jump out and scare whoever crossed you, in all fun.

You waited in hiding, hearing the twins talk.

Harry said to Tyler with a bright smile, "That was really fun."

Tyler nodded in silence, burring his hair into a towel. He shuffled the towel against his long hair, his eyebrows lowered in what seemed to be thought. Harry noticed. Harry mumbled as if he can hear Tyler's thoughts, "There's nothing wrong with her loving us both...it just means she hasn't made a decision yet." Harry looked over to Tyler who stopped shuffling the towel against his head. The towel rested on his head, slowly and eventually dropping around his shoulders. Tyler looked at Harry, "She's hard to understand sometimes."

You relaxed your body, but didn't move from your spot. You stayed quiet, listening in.

Tyler said with a low voice, "If she loves both of us, how is she going to choose in the end?"

As if Tyler's words struck Harry into realization, Harry looked down. He paused for a moment before saying softly, "We have to trust that she'll decide...if we don't, then what do we do?"

Tyler replied, "There's nothing we can do."

"Exactly." Harry said.

Tyler didn't reply. 

Harry glanced at him, "When are we...gonna talk about--y'know, the thing?"

"You fucking (Y/N)?" Tyler said with a casual voice, "Not anytime soon." With a bit of more a sarcastic tone he said to Harry, "Believe it or not it's hard for a brother to talk about his twin brother fucking someone they feel passionate about." With a bit more grim humour, Tyler shrugged his shoulders, "Just a thought." He folded up his wet towel as Harry slowly looked away, turning his body away from Tyler. Harry mumbled, "You're obviously still hurt."

"You don't say?" Tyler asked sarcastically. 

Harry couldn't blame Tyler for acting the way that he was. 

You peeked around the corner, making sure the twins weren't looking toward your direction. You then casually walked into the living room, noticing the small amount of sand leading to Tyler's feet. You groaned, "Tyler, do you know how hard it is to clean sand from carpet?" Tyler looked down to his care feet, smiling a bit. He joked, "You're just lazy, princess." 

"Why do you keep calling me princess?" You asked out of curiosity. He's never given you a nickname before, it was sudden. 

Tyler inched close to you, pulling the towel off his shoulders. He wrapped it around your waist, holding onto the two ends. Before you could say anything, he reeled you in. He said just inches away from you, "Because you should be treated like one." His breath brushed against your lips, making your cheeks turn crimson. Your lips curled into a smile, not breaking the hypnotizing eye contact. 

Harry uncomfortably watched Tyler flirt with you. Harry stared before finally Tyler released you from his trap. He smiled gently, "I better head home and take a shower, I feel sand riding against my arse." He chuckled, making you grin. He looked at Harry, "Bye." He smiled at you, "Goodnight princess."