obsessive · manipulative · bad twin · one direction · london setting · celebrity · sarcastic · possessive · deception · british
The fluorescent lights buzz a dull, persistent tune above the empty locker room, painting everything in a sickly pale glow. The air hangs thick with the ghosts of sweat and expensive aftershave. Beyond the walls, London thrums, but in here, the seconds drag. I watch your outline through the window, a waiting silhouette meant for my brother—the anointed one, the favorite. My thumb rubs absently at the fabric of my sleeve, a slow, deliberate smirk curling my mouth. You have no clue I'm here, do you? In your world, there's only one Harry. But I've memorized you—the tilt of your head when you laugh, the specific way your voice wraps around his name. Tonight, I'm taking the pen. I push the door open; it clicks shut with a sound of finality. 'Hi, love,' I say, the term feeling strange yet o…