Lovely » Zedward [Discontinued]

Chapter 38

Edward didn't know if he'll ever be ready. He's always been afraid of a lot of things, especially when it came to facing his problems. He'd usually just run away from them and hope that they won't chase him. Simply to say, he has always been a coward all of his life. Zayn tried multiple times to convince him to talk to his supposedly, 'twin brother', but he would have too many excuses, that all of them, every single on after the other, sounded pathetic. Yet Zayn didn't even point that out to him.

But then again, it was Zayn. He was too nice for his own good. Edward knew that he just wanted to help, though he shouldn't. Not when Edward keeps on rejecting and turning him down. And his father.

Desmond Styles.

He was another thing. Completely different, but oh so similar. The curly haired boy had to face them someday, and when that day comes, he's going to die before he even speaks a word out.

The lad was currently in class, dazing off into his own world like he normally would. The teacher taught lessons that bored Edward to death, just like the rest of the students, who were too busy doing god knows what.

Needless to say, all of them weren't paying attention to anything the teacher up front was saying. Well, except for a few kids that actually liked school. Edward didn't even know those species existed these days.

He certainly forgot about his boyfriend being one of the smartest students in their level.

"Mr.Styles? Are you still with us?" The  woman asked him, irritation and annoyance lacing the tone of her voice. "Uhm, y - yes.." he said, looking anywhere but her.

"Then what did I just say?" She raised an eyebrow at him in a challenging manner. The boy sat their quietly, rolling his eyes in the process. "That's what I thought.."

"Bitch.." he muttered silently. Her lessons were pointless anyway. After teaching them this, they won't even use the information and knowledge in the future. What if they don't want to work jobs that included shit this lady taught? No use, whatsoever. As Edward thought that, he continued to drift off to somewhere in the clouds.

This Harry lad had the same emerald eyes that he had, the same messy, unruly locks of brunette hair, and heart shaped, cherry lips. Edward couldn't remembered any memory of him. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Which saddens him, even if he didn't know the reason why he felt the way he did.

Was he the missing piece he needed? He's been feeling like he was lost, and like he was going nowhere..

Was Harry really his brother? If so, where has he been all of these years? Why did he appear now? Why didn't he at least look for him? Did he really care as much when Edward wasn't there with him?

A lot of questions popped up in his head, but the only way they could be answered, was if he went to the person who caused them.

Minutes passed by, and the bell finally rang, causing almost every single person to leap out of their chairs, with their already packed bags, and run out of the classroom. Edward didn't though. Taking his time to pack up his things, he pushed his seat under his desk, and slowly walks out of the room..

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Harry closed the door behind him, being careful not to make any noise of sorts. His father was asleep, and the man would think his son would be too, but instead he was there, outside, searching for a familiar face that was way too similar to his. Harry has been sneaking out to find his brother, and he could admit, that it was very ambitious of him to do, but what could he say?

He just missed Edward. But any adult would get worried if they saw a nine year old, walking around in the streets, at eleven in the evening. The nine year old has reached a lot of places, and he suprised himself sometimes when he'd arrive home just in time for Desmond to open his bedroom door, and see him passed out, sleeping on his bed. The thing is, Harry would walk out of town. He went to Doncaster once.

Although at times, it would scare him, since he was alone. He was only nine, and was brave enough to do such a thing as search for his twin brother, who had been taken away from him at the age of seven.

If Des found out he was doing this, he'd ground and ban Harry from going outside ever again. Harry was smart enough, not to get caught, and do his best in being discreet as he was doing this. He will find his brother.

One way, or another...

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Harry arrived at his house, shortly after school. A few hours of doing his homework, ordering pizza, and playing on his phone, his father finally came home from work.

Now was the chance of asking him. Of finding the answers to his questions. He'll just have to try and be nice enough not to force it out of him though. "Harry? I'm home!" On que, Harry appeared at the end of their staircase, an emotionless, blank expression rested upon his face. Harry went to sit on their couch in the living room, and turned the television on. This was only to aggravate Desmond and make him want to speak to the boy.

And Harry smirked when he was right. Des came in, glancing at him with wary eyes. "Harry? Is something wrong, son?" The smirk that played on his lips quickly and surely disappeared, and he shut down the once, playing tv. "What really happened to my brother?"

Desmond looked as if he had seen a ghost, skin turning pale as soon as those words left Harry's mouth. "What happened to him, and why didn't you let me see him?" Harry looked at him, dead in the eye, anger burning in his green ones.

Then, his father suddenly sighed, breaking off his death stare. "I knew this day would come.." he sat down next to his son, with sad eyes.

"I guess it's time to tell you.."

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