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Closing my books and arranging them on my study table, I walk downstairs with a light smile on my face as I remember the events that occurred two hours ago. Zayn had come over to my house to fulfil his part of the deal, which was to tutor me. To say that he was frustrated while teaching me maths would be an understatement, he wanted to smash his own head with a baseball bat. 

It was quite funny because I kept doing my addition wrong in order to piss him off. Whenever we had a sum which asked for six plus three (6+3), I wrote my answer as eleven, every time. 

Of course, I know the answer is nine, I'm not that dumb, but the groans that came from Zayn's mouth and how his hands hit his head, every time I wrote eleven, was hilarious. In the end, he got up from my bed and screamed. "Malory, I am not teaching you ever again! Even if you don't let Paige date me!" 

The wannabe bad boy actually looked done with me, so I let out a laugh and told him that I was messing with him, which resulted in me getting hit by Zayn in the face with a pillow that ended in a huge pillow fight and my room kind of experiencing a tornado. 

But I won't complain because it was a good time and the smile which played on my lips was genuine. Before leaving, Zayn helped me clean up the mess we created in my room and explained to me all the sums in a very calm and friendly manner, which actually helped me understand what I was studying. 

"Why do you look abnormal?" Harry asks with a raised eyebrow as he shoves cookies in his mouth, lying on the couch in the living room where he is watching his favourite movie, The Hunger Games. 

My brother has an obsession, don't even get me started on...he has watched all the parts around fifty times now, but I am not allowed to say anything as I do the same with Teen Wolf. When the movie first released he roamed around the neighbourhood, yelling, "Katniss! Katniss!" and shooting arrows everywhere with his toy bow and arrow. It was very embarrassing when he hit Mrs Pottersome, an old lady next door, on her bum. She dragged Harry by his ear as she brought him to our house and yelled at Mum for having children like Harry and I. 

I did not even do anything but I was still dragged into the mess because we are twins and the whole neighbourhood hates us. 

But the only time I approved of my brother's obsession with that bow and arrow was when that arrow hit our paternal aunt, Scarlett, in her boob. 

Again Harry was dragged by his ear to our door and Mum was yelled at, for raising children like us, but it was actually funny and worth it because our aunt is a pain in the arse. 

Don't even get me started on her...the list would go on and on. But let me just give a glimpse of her so that our hatred could be justified. Once, I got hold of my neighbour's puppy and was kissing him repeatedly which was, as expected, noticed by my aunt. The next morning she reached our house to tell my mom... "Margaret, I think your daughter is into pets! I saw her kissing the life out of a poor dog today as he screamed for help!" He DID NOT scream for help, he was wagging his tail because he enjoyed it as I played with him. "I think this is the reason your daughter doesn't date boys or girls, because she is into pets, oh my god! What has the world come to now!" She had given her Oscar worthy performance on our porch as she yelled and dramatically tried to faint and grab attention from our neighbours, who heard everything and gave me disgusted looks.

From then, our neighbours never let their dogs or cats come anywhere near me.

I shake my head and shrug off my thoughts, coming out to the real world and stare at my brother who is giving me confused looks. "Why do you look abnormal?" He asks again, pointing to the smile on my face. 

"Because we're identical twins." I give him a sweet fake smile as I pass by him to the kitchen where my mother stands in front of the dishwasher. 

"Screw you, Malory! I'm way more normal than you," Harry follows behind me as he points his index finger at me.

"Language, Harry!" Our mother yells, turning around to face both of us as she glares at Harry with her beautiful hazel eyes. Her almond coloured hair falls elegantly over her shoulders in loose curls, giving a natural, but undoubtedly flawless look to her fair skin and gorgeous features. If someone looks at our mother, their first instinct is to conclude that she is our elder sister, because she got married in her teens, and despite, being thirty-six years old, she still looks like a twenty-year-old and no one believes that she has two seventeen-year-old children. 

Harry gives mum a sheepish smile, which she ignores, and continues to shoot him death glares. He mumbles a 'sorry' and a chuckle comes out of my mouth, which makes Harry turn his attention towards me. "No, but keeping everything aside, why do you look so happy today? Not that I'm complaining." He says, taking a seat at our dining table in the kitchen. I just smile at his words, feeling myself in a different mood today. This different mood is in a good way, and something I have not experienced in four years. 

Harry's sentence causes mum to turn her attention towards me as she watches me look for the baking spoons in the kitchen drawer. 

"What are you doing?" Mum asks with a smile as she takes a place next to Harry on a chair and they both watch me closely, as I put eggs and flour on the kitchen counter. 

"I'm making doughnuts for us!" I excitedly announce, grinning at them, as their eyes shoot wide open, the second the words come out. 

"What?!" They both yell in unison with shocked expressions taking over their face and I roll my eyes with a chuckle at their dramatic response. 

"You and cooking?" Harry asks me in disbelief as if he is still trying to comprehend what I said. My eyes travel to mum who is blinking her eyes numerous amount of times, matching Harry's shock. 

"Get out of the kitchen and stop being dramatic, both of you!" I walk over to them with a chuckle and grab their hands to drag them out of the kitchen. Harry and mum walk into the living room with their faces still showing an obvious shock. They have started to embarrass me now with their reactions. 

"Mum, I think something's possessed her. She has never fucking cooked in her whole life!" Harry exclaims as he makes conversation with mum, loud enough for me to hear, before they both make their way to the couch. 

"Language, Harry!" This is the only thing I hear mum scream before I let out a giggle and engage myself in making doughnuts. For the first time ever.

~*~

My fingers run over the hard dark brown coloured wood slowly before they make their way to the thin steel strings. A light smile plays on my lips as my hand runs over my guitar with tons of memories of my beloved instrument playing in my head.  

It has been four years since I touched my guitar. Four years since I took it out of the storeroom and saw it. A tear escapes from my eyes as the memories of my dad and I playing it, flood my mind. Four years since I abandoned the thing I loved the most, to be left all alone in the storeroom, filling with dust and long-lost memories.

Sighing, I place the guitar on my lap when the cool wind brushes past me, messing with my curly hair as chestnut strands of it fall over my eyes. As soon as my hand removes the hair from my face, my gaze lands on the scenario in front of me, bringing a feeling of peace in my heart. The whole world sleeps with the darkness of the night surrounding everywhere. Yellow street lights all around my house, illuminate the roads and the moonlight of the full moon shining on all the houses, cloaking the street in its silvery light. Fresh breezes brush past me as I sit comfortably on the roof of my house with my guitar in my lap and my diary on one side of me.

My fingers slowly begin to strum the guitar strings as I watch the full moon above. The sky is covered with illuminating stars, the moon giving them shelter under its brightness. A smile plays on my lips and a tear once again escapes from my eyes as I play the guitar, slowly. I have missed this feeling, this pure bliss has become foreign to me since ages. 

"I miss you, Dad," I whisper as I look at the stars, hoping he would be smiling as he stares down at me from the sky above. 

The forbidden tunes are the ones I dance to now,

Wondering how this happiness found a home in me.

My forceful smiles, my false facades, all gone tonight,

This ice-cold heart has melted into a wild, free sea.

I sing as another tear escapes from my eyes but the smile remains constant on my face. I continue to play the guitar, looking at the stars above as I feel something different in me. This feeling of peace that is taking over me now feels so comfortable. The smile that is playing on my lips feels like it deserves to be there all the time. All of these things feel so new but I want them to be a part of my life from now on. I have no idea why I have started feeling like this now because, since dad died, these feelings left my life too.

Dad was the one who taught me how to play the guitar since I was six years old, while he taught Harry how to play football. Harry continued to play football and make our dad proud but I stopped playing the guitar and singing my songs. I felt broken every time I touched the guitar without him looking at me with a proud smile or telling me what to sing. So I wrapped my instrument up and stuffed it in the storeroom, never wishing to see it again. I had stopped feeling peaceful, I had stopped smiling. I never thought that these feelings would ever come back to me, but now I guess they are and I don't know how. 

I feel someone's presence next to me, making me turn my head to the left to find my brother with a light smile on his face and his emerald eyes watery. "You finally took it out," he whispers, gesturing to my guitar and a light smile appears on my face. 

He gives me a proud smile as he finally lets the tear escape from his eyes before he moves forward and places a light kiss on my forehead. I close my eyes and rest my head on my twin's shoulder as he wraps his arm around my body and we both look up at the stars. They twinkle above us in an inky black sky, and I lean against my brother, my face upturned towards the dark night. 

"We miss you, Dad," Harry whispers as he looks above. 

~*~

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