{Phoebe's POV}
Saturday:
I sat on my bed, writing down the notes for my English studies. I had my music blasting, The Vamps of course, and my headphones were on my head. I sighed to myself and leant back on my pillow, the exhausting feeling swarming over my body. I'd been working hard these past couple of days, with my school work, and I'd been excersicing a lot too. I bet you're thinking: Excerise? What is that? But I love to excerise, I do it all the time to relieve stress.
"Phebes!" Mum yelled from downstairs. I dropped my pen on my notebook and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. I followed the sound of mum's voice, hearing her talking to someone. I wondered who it could be, we never had visitors.
I entered the kitchen, where mum stood, holding a glass of orange juice, and there stood my sister: Perrie Edwards. I gaped at her, not knowing whether to attack her in hugs and kisses, or whether to ignore her. She had abandoned us, after all. "Phoebe? Is that you? You've grown." She approached me, and wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug. "How's school?" She asked.
"Good," I said and looked down to my hands as she pulled away. "I wanted to go into journalism but the expences are too much." I grumbled and looked back up at her. "So how are you?" I asked, and she shrugged.
"As good as I can get, I guess." She said.
"How long are you here for?" Mum spoke, gently placing the glass of orange juice down. Perrie looked to the clock, and bit her lip before turning back to us.
"Actually I need Phoebe's help," She sighed. "On something huge."
I looked to mum, who shrugged and began washing the dishes. "Okay..." I trailed off, raising my eyebrows. Perrie shifted from foot to foot.
"You know Hailey, right?" She asked. Of course. Hailey, our third musketeer, our partner in crime. How could I forget her? I nod. "Well she's in hospital. She was diagnosed with cancer and doesn't have long to live. I want to be there for her last months, but I'm going on tour with my band and One Direction." She said.
"Right," I said, shocked. I didn't know Hailey was sick. That's a completely different story to what I was expecting. Perrie reached over the table. "What?" I asked.
"You don't have to do it," She sighed, but looked at me. "I want you to be me for the time I spend with Hailey." She said. Mum dropped a mug, and it shattered on the floor.
"Girls, you're too old for the switchie thing." She said. I nodded, but looked to Perrie. She looked so desperate. Her eyebrows were creased and she was chewing her lip nervously.
"We are," I said, and Perrie's face fell. "But I'll do it."
Perrie jumped up and hugged me once more. There were thoughts in my head, such as: Why are you being nice to her, when she broke contact with you? What are you doing? But I didn't care. I knew Perrie, and Hailey meant a lot to her, so I was going to help out. "What does it include?" I asked curiously, and sat on an island stool.
"Well," She started. "We already have the looks part down, we already dress alike, it's just that you'll have to do some interviews, concerts, and hang with Little Mix and One Direction." She said. I nodded, taking it in. Perrie smiled at me. "And you'll get to meet your celebrity crush." She smirked.
I blushed; who told her? I bet it was mum.
"Shh," I whispered, my cheeks flaming. "So when do I go out to tour, then?" I asked. Perrie and I both knew that I was a decent singer - I could easily pass as Perrie. We practically shared everything, including our singing voice.
"Your flight's tomorrow morning." She said. I nodded.
"Do you have cases with you now?" I asked. Perrie nodded, pointing over her shoulder to three hot pink suitcases, which looked about ready to burst.
"Okay so I'll just take them and you can wear my clothes." I said. She smiled and nodded. "We also need to switch phones."
Perrie slid her iPhone over the table, and I pushed my Samsung Galaxy SIII over to her. She grinned as I took her hat off her head and did the dueces. "Hey look I'm Perrie!" I smirked at her, and mum started laughing. I forgot she was there.
"I'm still not sure about this," Mum sighed and fiddled with her fingers. I smiled at her.
"Don't worry, we look alike, right? Here, close your eyes." I said, and I took the hat off, flattened my hair and stood next to Perrie. "Which one's Perrie, which one's Phoebe?" I asked, and she paused. She looked between us.
"Jesus..." She muttered. "Um, Perrie is on the left?" She asked.
"Nope, that's me!" I smirked.
Mum rolled her eyes, "Fine."
