I know what you're thinking. Being a celebrity's sister must be the greatest! The fame, the fans. But honestly, it's not all it's cracked up to be. I love my family, but they hid a secret from me. Harry Styles- my brother. The curly-haired, green-eyed, famous Harry Styles. Simple, right? Wrong. He has no idea who I am, or that I even exist. We were separated at birth as twins. I have the same curls, deep, green eyes, to prove it. I don't really have many friends. Everyone usually avoids me, because I'm shy, and I tend to push people away. I don't date, either. I don't want anybody to play with my heart. Even the thought of it scares me. Boys seem to think that they can come and play with a girl's feelings, and when they get bored, they break it off. In relationships these days, someone's usually left with a broken heart. I still clearly remember finding out the secret. I came home, it had been a normal day as usual. I lived in London, in a big house. My parents worked along side each other as skilled entrepreneurs, so I was routinely alone. I was looking for a copy of my mother's ID in my parents' room when I saw it. I found a photo of me as a baby in my mom's arms, but there was another child cradled in her arms, as she lied in her hospital bed. I looked closely at some of the documents that were folded with the photograph. It felt as if my real mom is somewhere else, and a total stranger was living in my own home. It turned out I had a brother, his name was Harry. That was when I froze. Harry Styles. Harry Styles, from that One Direction band. He was my brother? It was enough for me. I never thought my own parents would lie to me about something this- this huge! It was there, in the light of my parents' bedroom that I decided I had to go to find Harry. He was the only one who could understand me and what I was feeling. And I already had the perfect plan.

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