A Lie Is A Lie (Niall Horan)

2. The Almost Truth

hey, everybody! it's jessica. today my three friends decided to write a story together about how they graduated and met one direction. i read their first chapter, it's pretty cool. the username is GummyJazzyBooBear. read it! this chapter is about Rosie's plan. there is a new character mentioned. she is inspired by one of my friends. there will be two more charcters introduced later on in the story. enjoy! PIcture of Rosie on the side >

Rosie P.O.V

Why did I just say her name? I can't believe I said her name. It's been so long since I've talked about her. It pains me to mention her. She was my sister, my best friend. She helped me through miserable times. She was always there for me. It's too hard to let her go. As I stood still in my position, the boys shouted at me. "What?!" They all asked me in unison. That's so funny, I'm asking myself the same question. I then turned around and saw them all get up off the couch and slowly walking towards me.

"You just said, 'Savannah always said that.' Who's Savannah?" Niall asked as he was walking closer.

"No one," I lied. I tried to avoid eye contact with him. I tried to sweep it under the rug and continue finding the packet of popcorn in the pantry, but Harry stopped me. "No, no. No, no. 'Savannah' is somebody. Rosanne Tomkins, who is she?" Harry asked in a whisper but also harsh and strong. I thought, tell the truth, Rosie. It's ok. You can talk about her. She was a great person, and they should know who she is.

I took a deep breath and confessed.

"She's my sister," I breathed.

They're eyes just went wide. They were shocked. Who could blame them? They've never heard about her, she's never been mentioned and she's never been seen before, of course they'll be shocked to hear about it. "You have a sister! Why didn't you say anything to us or show us pictures?" Zayn asked me. I was starting to get red, I could feel it on my cheeks.

"I would've, but," I began to say. I was going to say the truth and tell them that she died in january. I honestly wanted to tell them that. But even saying that sentence in my head made me want to cry and mourn. I don't know if I can talk about her yet. I've lost a lot of things in my life, but this was the worst thing I could've lost. I guess I felt like I can't accept the fact that she's really gone.

Something then popped into my mind. Something to spare my feelings. Something that is easier than the truth. A lie. A lie that would be simpler and easier.

I then said it, "You've already seen photos of her,"

"What?" They all questioned.

"She's my twin sister," I lied. I basically ended all their confusion and spared it from sympathy.

"You're a twin?" Niall asked, seeming intrigued.

That's what I'm thinking. I'm a twin? I've always wanted to be a twin. I always think it'd be fun and interesting. Like, if either of you get a bad haircut or a piercing or a tattoo, you know how it would look on you. It's sort of like a real life mirror.

But how am I going to cover it up? I have a twin that they've neevr seen before.

"Yeah. She lives in Sydney, but we see each other every blue moon,"

"Really? What happened?" Zayn asked me.

"Well, we just fell apart. She and I lived together for a month, but then she got engaged. She then lived with her fiance in Australia for a year. They then called off the wedding and she still lived in Australia. I haven't spoken to her since," I walked my way over the couch and sat where Harry was sitting before. The boys then sat next to me and kept asking questions. The worst thing about a lie, you have to remember every detail you talk about. But, it's easier than the painful truth.