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A/N: Say hello to another fanfic. :) I’ll be back in 2 weeks to continue this, but right now I need a break. I’ll still open my blog and whatnot, so it’s not like I’m dropping off the face of the earth.

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If you’re a new reader, hello and welcome to my crazy little fanfiction world. My name’s Jen and I’m 18, this is my 3rd Harries twin (yes, singular) fanfic and only one of the countless other fanfics that I’ve written in my existence. If you enjoy this, don’t hesitate to send me something. If you’re only going to send hate, don’t even bother with the effort. So yeah… that’s basically it.

On with the teaser.


That’s how I felt right now. I was absolutely, and utterly lost. I knew that I had the right to feel the way that I do, and I had the right to kick and scream, and I did just that— just toned it down a notch, though.

"We’re lost, Louie. We’re lost. We’re never going to get there. We’ll starve to death. Just pull over and ask for directions." I wholeheartedly whined as I hit my older brother’s arm repetitively.

He narrowed his eyes at me and tried to shake my hand off, to no avail. “Have you forgotten that I do have money, and I’m more than capable of driving us to your new flat? I can sue you for physical abuse, you know. I AM a lawyer.”

"Yeah. A lawyer with a shitty sense of direction. Can we sue your shitty sense of direction? We’re lost, and we’ll never get back to civilisation."

"We’re in the middle of the city." He answered smugly with an irritating smirk on his face. I wanted to smack him, but was only holding myself back  from doing so to prevent him from getting cross with me.

Hello there. My name’s Rosaline. Rosaline Jane Grey. You can call me Rose, though. Rosaline is an old lady’s name. I abhor the blasted name. It’s too girly. I’m 19 years-old. Youngest of 4 children. Incoming art student at University College London. That’s all you need to know about me for now since my stomach is really angry at me right now for not feeding it earlier and I can’t really focus on further introductions.

"We’re lost, I’m hungry, and you’re being an arse, Louie." I complained, and was about to complain further when my phone alerted me that I had a new message.

I picked it up from the center console and scowled at the screen as if it offended me. In truth, I was just miffed that my stubborn brother wouldn’t pull over and ask for directions. I knew that I should have ridden with Dewie. He was much nicer to me and he had a really great sense of direction. I bet I’d be feasting on a burger right now if I was  either with him or Hughie.

"This is why I don’t want you to move out. Your sense of direction is practically nonexistent. What if you get lost in the middle of the city and never get home?"

I cringed at the vision of me wandering aimlessly, and I shook it off. “I’ll ask for directions. I’ll get used to this place, Louie. We used to live here, for God’s sake.”

"That was 8 years ago, and you were very young back then."

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