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A HARRY STYLES FANFICTION "W-what?" I stutter and look at the man, who most definitely wasn't my brother, once again to tell me his last name. "Evans," he repeats himself, louder this time, though I'm sure he knew I heard him clearly the first time. It was silent for a moment. "Why do you look like that?" He finally asks. I was a bit taken back by his question. "...huh?" I furrow my eyebrows and scramble to pick up the clipboard and pen. I grip the pen tight in my right hand and start writing his name, my brother's name, on the paper. He smirks and shakes his head. "You're pale...you look dead," he explains and then shrugs his shoulders. "But what do I know, doctor? Maybe it's just your shitty 'hospital' lighting." "Jacob Evans is my brother's name," I whisper and begin to walk away. I didn't really feel like going into detail about my brother, and I definitely didn't want to go into detail about my brother with him. "Maybe I'm your brother," he jokes with me. When I look back at him, he has that same smirk still plastered on his face that told me he knew what he was saying would anger me. "You're not my brother."
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