Mirrors (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

"Piper, are you sure about this?" said Dana.

"Yes Dan, you know how miserable I have been the past three months" I said as I finished packing the clothes I had in the dresser. I moved to New York a couple of months ago to attend NYU to study film. It was the worst decision I ever made. Not only did I spend my father's money for nothing but I also learned absolutely nothing useful. I've loved film since I was little but being here made me realize that maybe that's not what I should peruse, so I decided to drop out and go back home.

"But your dad is going to kill you"

"No, he will disown me and I'll have to find a job and pay for my food and clothing myself. Well, doesn't that sound familiar?" He was never there, it only made this easier for me "Yes it does, my dad didn't pay for anything because he was saving that money for my "carrier" and made me live with my grandmother until I was old enough to get my own job and made me move out"

"Wait, you've never told me about your mom" I've never told anyone about my mum.

"I don't want to talk about this right now Dana okay"

"But I'm your friend, the only friend you made here Piper"

"Thanks for the reminder, but my mum isn't someone I talk about with just anyone okay" I said as I packed my electronics and films.

"Like I said, I am not just anyone Piper! What the fuck? I have been nothing but a pretty damn great friend to you and you've been a total asshole to me!" I dropped the film box I had in my hand on my ex-bed and turned to look at her

"What?!" I asked, "How have I been an asshole to you? I let you borrow money, I cover for you, and I've even done your creative writing homework which was supposed be about personal things!" I sort of screamed at her. This is why I can't really have friends, I am way too nice to girls and they use me.

"You're just an annoying little brat" she spat and stomped out of our shared room. Arse. Worst flatmate I've ever had, and I lived with my annoying little brother for 16 years.

I finished packing and called a cab. When it arrived I placed my baggage in the boot and got in the backseat.

"Airport please" I said

"British accent? Going home for spring break?"

"Yep, I'm from London. And sort of..."

Once we arrived I paid the driver and walked inside. I bought a ticket to the next flight to London which would leave in four hours. I walked into the waiting area and took out my phone; I dialed my boss's phone

"Piper?"

"Um yeah, Steve, I um... I quit"

"What, why? I thought you loved working at Forever 21, you said it was the best job ever" he said sarcastically, I smiled, "What happened, working permit expired?"

"No, I'm going back home love"

"Like for reals? When?"

"Yep, today. I can't be here anymore, I love New York but I'm just wasting my time"

"Alright British, good luck and don't hesitate to call me if you're ever in town"

"Alright, thanks" Now comes the hard part; calling my dad. It rings five times before he answers

"Marcus Harris, how can I help you?"

"Dad? It's Piper, you didn't save my number?" Typical

"Sorry, I said I'd get to that as soon as I can. I just sold my 100th car!" He said excitedly.

"Dad I'm going back home"

"I know, Luna will be excited, and your brother. How is your brother?"

"Um fine I guess, but dad-"

"Look honey, just call me when you arrive and I'll go pick you up"

"No, dad... dad I'm dropping out of school"

"What? Is this some kind of joke?" I felt a knot start to form in my throat, I was always afraid to inform my father anything

"No dad, I just can't do this anymore. I hate it here and I just want to be in London"'

"Really?" he said laughing, "and what do you plan on doing?" crap.

"I haven't figured that out yet" I whispered.

"Well, when you decide what school you plan on going to, then give me a call. I will block the account until you do"

"No dad," I suddenly needed a gallon of water "I'm not going to Uni, I didn't like it" I knew it wouldn't be long before I'd start to cry

"Call Luna when you arrive, I have to go; Jane is calling me" he said coldly and hung up. I put my phone away and wiped the tears from my cheeks. Why is he like this? If mum was- no Piper.

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"Nan Luna!" I said and wrapped my arms around the woman who practically raised me

"Hello sweetheart, how's my favorite girl doing?" she asked as she pinched my cheeks

"Very happy to see you" I say and hug her again.

"Hey girlie, missed me bitch" my 16 year old brother said in a horrible American accent making me laugh

"Don't be rude, she just got here Mark" Nan said laughing

"Yes I did, wanker" I said and wrapped my arms around the dummy.

"Cleaned your room me self" I laughed at his horrible lie

"So it hasn't been touched since I left?" I asked Nan with a smile.

"Pretty much" Mark said and I ruffled his hair.

They helped take my luggage to the car and we drove back home. I haven't seen that house in so long; I've now realized how much I have missed it.

"You should consider Birkbeck, It's really close to home and I heard it's a very good school" Nan said as she drove. I'd only informed her that I planned on leaving New York for good, but not that I didn't want to go to school. I knew she'd be supportive though.

"I don't want to go to school"

"Oh" she turned to look at me and gave me a warm sweet smile, "then we will find something that you'll like honey, don't worry" This is one of the many things I love about this woman; she will support you no matter what decision you make.

"Yeah you could always sell your body" I turned towards the back seat and smacked Mark's arm who winced in pain

"Mark Harris! Your sister is not doing that!... You could become a stripper though, I'd be okay with it" Nan said as she made her way through central London.

"Nan!" I said surprised, Mark bursted out laughing.

Next thing I knew we pulled into the driveway; we grabbed my things and walked inside. The house hadn't changed; right as you open the door you are introduced to the brown colored living room with the most comfortable seats ever, that hint of cinnamon still around. To the left is the little hallway that leads to my favorite place: the kitchen, and from there the door that leads to the small but beautiful green backyard. I love this house.

My brother helped me take my things upstairs. I walked into my room and smiled; the walls where still mint and light blue with posters from my favorite artists, my bed was nicely made, my desk was a mess and my closet had some items of clothing in it.

"Love, remember when you were obsessed with these people?" Mark said as he pointed to a poster of One Direction

"How can I not, I even had a twitter and tumblr for them" I said and smiled

"Confession time!" he waved his arms in the air

"What?" I missed his confession times

"Now I'm obsessed! Can I have them?"

"Since when? And no! I don't want my room to change even after I'm gone"

"Well since Little Things! You're planning on moving?"

"Yeah..." Change the damn subject, "The last time I saw you in person I was freaking out about that song, you didn't give a damn"

"Yeah well I kind of watched it because I missed you and One Direction reminded me of you, and well I became obsessed! Like, I even have twitter and all, pretty famous account actually. All the fans find me hilarious and ship me with Louis" he said raising his head proudly. I wrapped my arms around him, I didn't realize he would miss me that much. I know I did; I love this kid.

"Yeah well enjoy it before dad makes you stop too"

"That was really stupid, I though you would never stop talking about them" he said as he pulled away.

"Yeah well dad wanted me to 'grow up'" I said angrily, "I still listen to them though; they're still cool to me"

"Nice" he said smiling.

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"So honey, what do you want to do?" Nan asked me as I slumped on the couch next to her, how I've fucking missed these couches. I had just come from the kitchen where I had the best pancakes and bacon, and the most delicious fairy cake. Hadn't had a breakfast so perfect in months!

"I have no idea" I said honestly, I could feel myself tense up. It scares me that I'm nineteen and I don't know what I want to do.

"Well, let's start with this question, what do you like?" she asked as she took my right hand in hers. She was smiling that sweet motherly smile I love; I instantly relaxed.

"Music" I said without thinking it through, but it's true: I love music.

"Do you want to sing?"

"No! No, I'm awful!" I said laughing, she began laughing too; she's heard me sing.

"Then what?" she asked, still a hint of laughter in her voice

"I just would like to be around it" I told her.

"We will find something love, don't worry" she said, she took my face in her hands and kissed my forehead.

"You could work in the radio" my brother's voice said as he slumped into Granddad's old chair

"Hey, shouldn't you be in school?" I asked him. The radio idea wasn't so bad...

"Nope, thought I would help you find a job"

"A 16 year old is going to help me get a job? Really?" I said with a grin, the last time I saw him leave the house for other than school was to go to the store to buy some more crisps. I laugh at the memory

"What's so funny twat?"

"Mark.." Nan said

"Nothing," I said with a smile, "get ready so you can help me get a job then"

"Yes!" he ran upstairs singing "No school for me yeah" in a tune from a familiar song.
My brother and I where currently driving around town in Nan's car. I swear we've passed this coffee shop about five times.

"Why don't I just get the newsletter and wait to see if someone posts something?" I asked rather frustrated.

"No, those jobs are shit! You need a good job"

"Mark, I only have a college education and two semesters of Uni; I can't get a proper job" I say. Maybe I should rethink University; I won't get a decent job like this.

"You're not going back" Mark said as if reading my mind, "I know you hate it" He took out his phone and began scrolling. I made a turn so we could go back home.

"GRIMMY, OF COURSE!" My brother yelled out suddenly

"What?" I asked muddled.

"I remember he mentioned somewhere he needed an assistant, not on twitter but somewhere else..." he began losing himself in his thoughts

"And?"

"Oh, right" he said coming back to Earth, "He works at Radio 1, he said it like a month ago, even I was considering it"

"Nick Grimshaw?"

"Yes, Piper we need to go to BBC Radio 1 now" He said, then proceeded to smacking my arm.

"Well, it doesn't hurt to try" I said, "Look up the address on your phone.

Notes

Just introducing the main character, hope you like :) I also have this story on Wattpad