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Edwards hand moved furiously over his sketchpad, smearing charcol across the drawn face of his brother, Harry. “fuck.” Edward mumbled to himself before sighing and putting down his pencil. He pushed his glasses back up to his face with the inside of his wrist, careful to get any more dust on his face, even though he already looked like he had been cleaning out the inside of a chimney. Grabbing his mug on the edge of his art table, he became aware that it was time to refill his coffee, gulping down the very last of the black liquid, which had cooled a terrible amount. He scrunched his nose and the temperature didnt fit the flavor anymore.
Did he dare look at the clock? He glanced over his shoulder at the giant clock on the wall, reading the roman numerals. “2:40 already?” He turned back around, looking down at the portrait of his brother he was drawing, hopefully finishing in time to give to Harry before he went off to Sweden to record his new album with his band. He grabbed his coffee mug, stood up, and stretched, cracking and popping what sounded and felt like every bone in his body. He let out a huge yawn before stumbling over to his door and opening it, hearing that Harry, who lived across the hall, was still up, singing some song.
Edward kicked his brothers door before jogging down the stairs, sliding his mug across the counter and walking over to the coffee maker, pouring ground up coffee beans into a new filter. He could hear his brothers door open and suddenly Harry was yawning at the counter behind Edward. “Practicing at almost 3 in the morning?” Edward asked, his back still to Harry.
“Making coffee at almost 3 in the morning, Eddy?” Harry replied, smiling to himself because he knew Edward hated being called Eddy more than anything.
“Dont call me that.” Edward said in a serious tone as he turned to his brother and leaned against the counter, arms crossed.
“Okay, Teddy Eddy.” Harry laughed, grabbing a red apple in front of him and taking a huge bite out of it. Edward simply rolled his eyes. They sat there in silence for a few minutes, and then Edward turned back around to the beeping coffee pot, pouring himself a good mug full. “You know, Ed,” Harry said with a cheekful of apple, pointing to Edward with the hand holding his apple, almost accidentally throwing it across the kitchen, “the later it gets, the sassier you become.” Harry wiggled his eyebrows at his twin as Edward scoffed and walked past him up to his room. Harry moved just in time to slap his brothers ass before running past him so Edward couldnt murder him; Edward was known for his strength and boxing moves, so Harry always made sure to make a quick getaway.
“I cant wait til you leave for Sweden!” Edward yelled up the stairs. He trudged back up the stairs after his brother after turning of the kitchen light, and walked back into his room, sipping on his coffee. He smiled to himself and murmured a “mmm” after tasting the rick bitterness of his drink, and kicked his door shut. He walked back over to his art desk and took another drink, analyzing his art, before sitting down. He placed the mug on the corner of the table again ontop of the many dried coffee rings, and set off to work again, just as his brothers voice chimed in from across the hall.
Credit to the owner of the photo…
That green iris that I could only see when I’m looking at a mirror, now is looking at me from the face of that boy. But then I realized. It was not only my eyes, he also had my nose, my mouth, and he was even wearing a beanie like me a few minutes, which went out a single curl on his forehead. How was that possible? I could not understand. These similarities did not exist among strangers. Who the hell was that and why he seemed just like me. He could only be one person … But had died the same day he was born.
—- Mom ..? —- I looked up to her waiting for an explanation. Her eyes began to fill with tears, but in spite of that, she smiled as she took my hand.
—- Harry I want you to meet someone.—- She said, caressing my face once more, then her other hand pull backwards offering it to the boy. He observed it for a minute, then her and finally me. I went back to feel the same sensation in the chest than before. I took a deep breath at the moment he took my mother hand and she talk. —- Harry he is Edward.—- She said releasing my grip to touch his face. He stretched his left hand to greet me, because my mom was holding his right. I shake hands still confused. Then I felt the weirdest thing in the time we touched. It was as if an electric current passed from his hand to mine and then spend all the way from my arm to my chest. I hold my breath while watching our hands together, we both release the grip and I look at him. He also looked at me and was like looking in a mirror, because his face was the description of what had felt and something told me that he also had felt it. From that moment I felt as if I knew him forever and that he was returning after a time without seeing eachother. Then I remembered, my mother introduced him as Edward. She once told us, to Gemma and me, that she had a nother son who was called Edward, but he died as soon he was born. But she hadn’t mentioned he was my twin.
—- I thought that … —- No, he was not dead. He was there in front of me and I even had touched him.
—- We all think the same Harry. —- Gemma said approaching me from behind.
—- I … I am sorry for all this. I know is difficult. For me also and I did not know it was a inappropriate moment. —- I saw him speak for the first time. He was looking at the window referring to the fans and then my mother. —- I’m really sorry. I just wanted to know you, to know the other side of the story.
—- Oh Edward, do not be sorry. Instead, look at you, you’re here with Harry and I can not help seeing you and … —- I had taken a seat like Gemma and the others. Just by looking at my mother I realized she had the urge to touch Edward once again. I want her to do it, despite how confused I was, I could understand the situation. In the position in which she was and I was not needed to see further evidence in front of me to understand he was my brother. It was like looking in a mirror but in a different way, like a mirage. Then it was as if Edward had read my mind. He crossed his eyes with mine and took mom’s hand with both of his so that I could see. She looked surprised, she grabbed him hard and kissed his hands together and then look at me and motioned me to come over. I got up from my seat leaving Gemma and I sat next to her. We sat on the sofa in the room, Edward, mom and I, with the screams of the fans in the background. Anne took my hand with her free hand and kiss the back of it and I smiled. —- I know this must be very difficult for you, and with all this happening, you have no time for lost brothers, and that we will have to explain it to manegment and at some point to the press,—-She was scaring me, she had thought of everything and I was confused. What was she planning? I had no idea. —- But Harry I … —- she looked at me and then Edward.—- Edward I know you were planning only to visit us, know us and that you should be tonight with your father, but I would like you to stay, at least for a few days. There are so many things that I do not know about you … —- she had released my hand and grabbed his with both now and begged with her eyes. He smiled and the feeling of confucion left, fill me with joy in the moment and I imitate his smile.
—- They are 18 years of information. You should stay Edward. —- Gemma asked him, in spite of being confused, she was just as excited that mom. Edward exchanges a look with me and I went back to feel that feeling like if I knew him from a lifetime, but at the same time, I did not know anything of him.
—- I do not think is appropriate. Besides, my father is waiting.—- He said contradicting the urge that somehow I knew, I had to stay.
—- You could call him and tell him, sure will understand …—- it Gemma suggested.
—- Do not worry for them. —- I said pointing to the window where the curtain would not let us see the group of girls outside the house. —- Who thay saw coming home was you not me, so they are here for you. —- I said, approaching the window. —- Also, I can not let you go from here. Unless you want to die. —- I told a little joke as I opened the window and peeked. The screams that come from outside made me smile. I say hello to the girls with my hand and I closed the window to look at him. My mom smiled as Gemma, and Edward had no choice but to call his father and tell him what happened.
—- Well I guess I’ll stay.—- He saud half an hour after, entering the kitchen where mom was making dinner and Gemma and I were helping. I finish peeling a potato and take my phone.
—- You know I have to tell the lads as soon as possible and If those girls find out, in less than an hour there will be pictures of you and versions of the story that you do not even know that existed, everywhere.—- I said seriously as I motioned to sit next to me on the kitchen counter. His face was round and looked at me seriously worried
—- Harry let him think about it, you too. As soon as you call, both of your lives will change forever, and hopefully for good. —- Mom said taking the phone out of my hands.
—- You’re right, but it can not pass from tonight. Louis stayed concerned with all this and he didn’t even know what it was. —- I said shaking my hair and then go back to fix it. We talked until the meal was done. I heard that Edward had followed my career since he found out about it. “The chances that you were my brother were huge and I could not help feeling more sure of it every time someone asked me for a photo or an autograph. I did never do it, I always ended up revealing my identity and they walk away surprised. Although in the end, I finished hiding .” That he had participated in the football team at school and that he liked music, but he preferred to write it before singing. That his apartment was more an art gallery and that he only possessed a small bed, a small kitchen, with fridge and stove and a small bathroom, although it was quite large. But he was in love with it. “It has all I can need. My laptop, some books, my guitar and paintings. Don’t need more.”
—- I love music, I play the guitar quite well. I went to college to study art and literature, but I could not finish. I didn’t even reach the second year … —- had said.
—- But you can still finish. —- Mom said collecting the plates.
—- I guess if, and I would love it …
—- And why did you didn’t continue studying? —- Gemms asked. Edward looked at me for a moment and then looked down at the glass of water that was in his hands.
—- Somehow it stop being a priority. I had more important things at the moment. —- He said without looking up, seemed nostalgic. Mom and Gemma nodded and something told me they knew something more, that I didn’t.
That night, after I left for half an hour to my front yard to talk to the fans and tell them to go to their house, Louis call.
—- You’re not going to answer? —- Edward asked. We were in the living room watching TV, while Anne bathed and Gemma talked with her boyfriend on the phone. I look at the device for a while. —- I’m afraid to told. —- Was all I achieved to say.
—- You do not have to if you don’t want. —- he said, taking off the beanie exposing his curls, scratching his head half disappointed.
—- Are you crazy. I can not stand it, I have to to told them. But I don’t know how they are gonna take it, after all you are my brother and it’s not like if you were going to disappear. —- Edward smiled after hearing that. Despite that I still felt a little confused, could not deny that I was excited and the fact that the guys knew my twin was a big deal.
—- Well, answer then, is not that I will get in your career. I have nothing to do with it.—- he said approaching the backpack he had brought with his belongings that had be settled along with the bulk of his guitar next to the fireplace and had been there all along.
—- What do you mean? —- I asked forgetting that my phone even rang.
—- The least people saw us together the better. No? —- He said. The phone stopped ringing, Louis would have to wait until later, because this was important.
—- Sorry? —- I din’t understand. What was Edward doing in my house then? —- Edward, my mother thinks she may reset all these years without you. Gemma told her boyfriend he had to come to meet you. And you do not even want me to know of your existence. You asked mom not to tell me, why? —- I asked a little hurt.
—- Harry, your life is a mess right now and …
—- You don’t even care about that. If so, you wouldn’t be here! —- I blurted out before he continued.
—- No, I’m not interested. But as Anne said, everything will changed as people know. —- Edward looked at me somewhat concerned, he has his elbows over the knees and a small white box in his hands. —- I really do not want to cause any kind problem and once this explodes, it will be no way to escape them. —-
—- But …
—- Harry, just think about it. What do you think manegment will do when they find out? —- I look at him for a minute. He was right, manegment would seek ways to capitalize on the situation. —- How about the fans? Or the media? Don’t you think they will say that I’m only here because you’re famous and want to take advantage of that? —- He wonder seriously. —- What is not true. Yes, I’m here because you are famos, otherwise I’d never heard of you existed and had lived a lie all my life.
—- Okay, you’re right. But I do not think it’s that bad. Besides, nobody is going to forced you to do anything. —- I said. I did not want him to leave, wanted him to stay with me, get to know each other, become really good brothers and maybe one day actually be twins.
—- I don’t know…
—- Edward, love , the bathroom is free. You can use it. I will prepare where you are going to sleep. —- Mom said entering the room in her pajamas, and drying her hair with a towel.
—- Sure … —- He said getting up, throwing the case into the pack pack and this one on his shoulder and then follow mom to the bathroom.
I had not thought of anything like that so far, and, yes, I knew that manegment would want Edward and me to do together couple of interviews, including a maybe some secion of photo. But if Edward refused, there was no way to do it. So no matter if we were together in all directions or if anyone saw us. It only care what he would like it mattered. After analyzing a time, I call Louis, it was time for them to know the good news.
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