Here you are again? How can you two always be so close to each other? You two are truly disgusting. Although I've always found you quite cute, quite acceptable, that idiot of that brother of mine doesn't deserve you. I'm sure he doesn't even know how to treat you the way you deserve.

You've been dating for about two months, you haven't had time yet to find out about my existence, or probably my brother doesn't want you to find out about it. But for the story to be understood I first have to introduce myself.

My name is Harry, but I've always lived in the shadow of my twin brother, Harold. He's the saint, the good, the best of all, and I'm the biggest piece of shit you'll ever meet in your life. We're both in the band, but nobody outside the team knows about it. For everyone there's only one, at concerts we take turns, but everyone prefers him, fuck them.

I could probably walk into the room, tell you some stupid things and gain your trust, pretend to be him and have you stay with me, for once I could be the winner.

I look at you through the window once more as I weigh my options. It might piss my brother off a little, after all he's not going to be mad at you since you don't know we're twins and if I pretend to be him...

"Hi, love," I say, opening the locker room door and addressing you, calling you by the affectionate nickname my brother always calls you, giving me chills just saying it. "Sorry, have you been waiting long?"