Mirrors (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

It has been over a week since I talked to my father, and I don't know how much longer it will be until I call again. Harry keeps pressuring me to talk to him very time we talk on the phone but I'm still not sure how I feel about all this. I'm going to have a half brother or sister, my father is getting married to his mistress now girlfriend, my brother is moving with them today, and my father wants us to forget the past. This is such a strange situation to me. This whole morning I've tried to not think about my father as Nan and I help Markie pack up, but he keeps bringing him up.

As we finish packing up the last pairs of shoes that he has, Nan steps out to make some tea.... and cry. I have come to terms with the fact that I won't see my brother everyday, I'll miss him like hell because I know I won't see him as much as I got used to seeing him, but he'll be happy.I hope.

"Are you excited about tomorrow" Mark asks as he puts on a red cardigan.

"Yeah, I'm nervous mostly, but Gemma and Anne will be there too so I guess I'll be fine" The film premiere of the band is tomorrow, I hadn't really thought about it until today, every time Harry and I speak on the phone he doesn't really mention. I guess he's trying to not make me nervous but now it doesn't help. I just hope I don't get overwhelmed by all the fans there, I'm afraid they'll say things but I hope they find me completely irrelevant and pay attention to the boys.

"Do you know what you're going to wear" he smiles, his eyes are slightly red from crying twenty minutes ago with Nan.

"Yeah, some print leggings and a black jacket" I grab one of the boxes on the wooden floor and head downstairs

"But it's a premiere!" Mark says, trailing behind me.

"Yeah, so?" I drop the box by the door, next to the other four.How did all this shit fit in his small room?

"It's Harry's film premiere! This is your best friend we're talking about here" we walk back upstairs and grab the last boxes and bags. His room has been stripped from the walls, leaving white spots from where the tape from the posters that were up ripped the navy blue paint, exposing the white under. This used to be mum's room. My brother was ready to fight me for it when we moved here but I knew I couldn't stay in it so I let him have it and I took aunt Emma's, he was so attached to it I don't know how he's taking finally leaving it. Aunt Emma is Nan's niece, she moved here when she was 18, she lived in that room for a year and a half. She met an American named Josh, they got married after a year and she moved to the States. I never met her so I'm not emotionally attached to the room, maybe the house a little bit but I know I wouldn't struggle to leave as I have done it before. My brother hasn't spoken to me about how he feels about moving, and I wonder if he feels guilty because maybe he's happy about it. Of course he's happy, he's going to move in with the parent that rejected him for his whole life but now wants him around.

"I'm not wearing a dress Mark" we walk back downstairs and head over to the kitchen to have a cup of tea. Nan's wiping her cheeks with a cloth as we sit on the stools. We drink quietly, not wanting to bring up anything that will break our grandmother into tears once again. She looks so sad I almost wish I wasn't thinking about moving. I won't be doing it soon, I want to wait until I'm sure I got that night job at the radio station, and hopefully be out in my own place by October.

An hour later Jane calls to let my brother know that she's almost here and Nan begins to cry again. She arrives and she steps out to introduce herself to Nan, I can tell she's uncomfortable with Jane and I almost walk back inside and away from her.

"Don't worry Luna, your little boy is in good hands! We already discussed that, if he'd like, we can bring him over every weekend" she says while smiling. Nan smiles weakly and grips Marks shoulders, he sniffles and smiles up at Jane. I can't help but stare at her flat stomach,how far along is she? When will baby Harris be born? Will it be a girl or a boy?I look up to find Jane smiling at me, her eyes are watery and I look away. My hand looks for my brother's and he takes it. It's always been us and now there's someone else. I wish it was mum's baby, but then I don't because then she'd be miserable longer. "We should go Markie, dad is waiting at home"

We get everything into the Cadillac and I watch as Nan cries into Marks shoulder. He whispers things in her ear and she sobs harder, she was so used to Mark and now she won't see him so often.

"Thank you mamma Luna" Mark says as they pull away, I let out a sob at his words and start crying. He runs towards me and he wraps his arms around me. My brother was only about twelve when mum died, Nan had been like a mum to us since she was diagnosed.

"If he says anything, don't defend him, you call me right away okay?" I say as we pull away, he nods and walks over to Jane who's also shedding some tears.

My grandmother cries into my shoulder as we watch Jane drive away with my brother.

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"Are you okay? You look pale P" Gemma asks as we come to a stop right before the carpet, there are a lot of fans lined along the side of the carpet and my stomach turns. I wish we could've driven in the same car as Harry.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just nervous"

"Don't worry, they're fine. Just smile and wave if they call your name and just walk away slowly" Anne laughs at her daughter's advice, I smile at them both as a man opens the door. Once I step out I am overwhelmed by screams, Gemma walks over and grabs my hand.

"Where's Ashley?" Anne asks, Ashley is Gemma's best friend.

"She texted and said she's already seated. Harry said we should just walk to the entrance, I want to find Lou and Tom before we go in"

"I want to find Johannah and Maura, I haven't seen them in a while" Anne leads us through the carpet.

Some girls scream for Gemma and I and I do as she said, I see they're taking video or pictures so I immediately look away. We're halfway through the carpet and I recognize the faces smiling to the flashing cameras. We reach the entrance to the theater and there's a mob of people, Gemma finds Lou who comes over and gives me a hug. I haven't seen her since Seattle and her hair looks different

"Where's Lux?" I ask

"She stayed with me mum and dad, she cried once we knew we were coming over so I called them to bring her over. She'll be here soon" I excuse my self once I see the boys step down from where they were giving touching speeches. I'm really proud of them and the fans, they got them here. I see Harry walk down and I smile at his outfit, of course he'd be wearing those damn skinny jeans.I love those skinny jeans.
They walk across the carpet towards the cameras at the entrance to do some short interviews. Harry spots me as he and Zayn walk up to a camera, he smiles and waves at me. He points at a spot close to the camera and I walk over.

A blonde in a beautiful gown steps beside me and girls start screaming, she turns to look at me and smiles warmly "Hi!" she says excitedly, I realize it's Perrie; Zayn's girlfriend, "I'm Perrie, Zayn's fiancee"No way!
"He proposed?" I say whispering, not being sure if the people behind us already know

"Yeah" she says with a huge smile, she looks over at Zayn with loving eyes. I'm really happy for them, I think they're too young but I'm sure Zayn knows what he's doing.

"Sorry, I'm Piper" I say as I remember I didn't introduce myself

"I know" she says with a small laugh, "Zayn has said certain things about you"

"Like what?" I ask narrowing my eyes, she laughs and hooks her arm with mine. She's quite spontaneous and I really like that.

"He's said that maybe you're the future bird of Mr Styles" she whispers. I feel blood rush to my cheeks

"Remind me to smack him" I say, she laughs and excuses herself to go take some pictures with fans.

"Are you dating Harry, Piper!!" a fan wearing a beautiful little red dress says while pointing her camera at me

"No" I mouth and smile at her

"Aww," the girls around her say, "what are you waiting for!" I laugh at their adorable faces. They look beside me and start screaming very loud, an arm wraps around my waist and I look up to find a pair of dimples staring at me. I wrap my arms around Harry's neck, his cologne overwhelms my senses

"Thank you for coming babe" he says into the hug.

"Thanks for inviting me" I smile and plant a small kiss on his cheek, I'm sure those will be out in the internet along with some rumors. He places a hand on my back and guides me towards his sister and mum.

"Hey Piper!" I turn around and see Zayn jogging towards me, he hugs me and his fiancee and him proceed to meet up with Louis

"Hello handsome!" Perrie says as she hugs Louis.

We reach Gemma who hands Lux to Harry. She starts slapping his cheeks and he laughs, I smile at their cute little game

"We should go inside" Harry tells us.

The film was incredible, I have no idea how many times I laughed and cried. Harry wouldn't stop looking at me to study my expression whenever he did something silly. We're inside the after party and I can't stop thinking about the movie; one of the last things he says remind me of the conversation we had the first time I went over to his place. People are dancing and talking, I lost Gemma and Anne, Zayn and Perrie are nowhere to be seen (probably went back home) and Harry said he'd be back in a bit.

I look around and I spot him across the room waving his hands in the air gesturing for me to come over. He has a huge smile on his face as I reach him. "Lets take some pictures in the photobooth yeah?" I nod, "Lets just wait for Liam and his sister's to come out" his hands come over and rest on my hips and I wonder how much he's had to drink. His forehead rest on mine and he smiles lightly

"What?"

"You remember when I was singing in the bin?" he says, "Wasn't it funny" I laugh,child.
"It was, hands down, one of the most funniest things to ever hit the big screen" I exaggerate, his dimples appear and I poke them

"I like you Piper" my stomach turns, I hope he doesn't mean like me "like me"

"Erm, I like you too Harry" he kisses my forehead as Liam and his sister's come out of the booth. Harry pulls me inside,

"Do you want props" he asks

"No, it's fine" I smile, he presses a button, a five second countdown starts and he pulls me closer by my waist. I look at the camera and smile, just as the number one disappear, Harry presses a kiss to my cheek, his lips almost touching the corner of mine. I make a peace sign for the next one and he mirrors my actions, I look over at him and smile at his lips open in an "O" as he keeps doing the sign. He turns to look at me and smiles, I bring my index finger up and poke his cute nose. I look back at the camera for the next picture, and for the last one I plant a kiss on his dimple.

As we walk out Liam and his girlfriend are waiting to go inside, I smile at the brunette who reciprocated the action. Harry grabs my hand and pulls me towards some guys I've never seen before. He introduces me and they introduce themselves. I watch Harry engage in conversation with them, a middle aged man walks over and joins in, I recognise him; he's Ben Winston the producer of the boys' film. Harry starts asking him about his family and Mr Winston goes on about the family holiday. I notice that the whole time we've been standing here Harry's and my hands have been intertwined, I look down at them and he slightly squeezes my hand. A man brings over a tray with drinks and Harry hands me one, I drink it slowly as I hear Harry tell a story about tour and how Ben got it all on camera but didn't want to include it in the film because he didn't think it was that funny. Everyone laughs as he finishes the story, Harry can have a whole audience mesmerized even if he was just recalling the way he brushed his teeth this morning.

We go around the party as Harry talks to people, his hand never lets go of mine and after the the two glasses of wine I had I really don't mind what people will think.

It's about one in the morning, I feel my body sobering up and tired when Harry whispers if I want to leave, I nod. He excuses us and we go over to find his mum to let her know that we're leaving, we find Niall, Louis and his girlfriend at the door, we say goodbye as Louis makes a comment about our hands. We make it to the van that will take us home and Harry asks the driver if he could just leave without waiting for anyone else. We sit in the third and last row, Harry has our hands on his thighs and I rest my head on his shoulder. He gives the driver his address, not giving him mine but I don't question it. No one speaks for about ten minutes, I just Starr at Harry's thumb drawing circles at the back of my hand.

"You don't mind, do you Pipes?" he whispers

"Hu?" I look up at him, his eyes red and tired

"Staying at my place"

"Of course not, Nan might" I smile, he smiles only making me smile wider.

We arrive at his place and we thank the driver, Harry gives him a tip for some reason and then we walk inside his place. The familiarity is comforting, but his place is a little cold. I cross my arms and start rubbing my arms to make some heat.

"Sorry about the cold, I turn on the heat in the room" I follow him up to his bedroom,I've never been to his bedroom.It's larger than mine, with two doors; a wooden one leading to the bathroom, the other double glass door leading to the closet. There's a large desk on the left wall, a large screen above the desk, a bed with a modern black frame occupies most of the right wall. He walks inside his closet, "Let me get you something you can sleep with" he says once inside. He comes out with a black t shirt and grey sweat pants. Once I come out of the restroom wearing the clothes he'd lend me, I find him already in bed. One of the lamps is on, everything else is off, it shines on his face and I see as his lips form into a smile.

"What?" I whisper

"My clothes look better on you than on me"

"Shut up" I say and look away from him

"Can you do me a favor Piper?" he says quietly

"Yeah" I look back at him, "Anything"

"Can you sleep in the bed with me, I don't want to sleep alone" the look on his face stops me from opening my mouth, I just walk over and slip into bed with him.

He turns off the lamp, his hands grab me by the waist "Come here" he pulls me closer to his naked chest. My hands rest on his chest as his arms wrap around him his warmth dumbfounds me and I suddenly wouldn't care if there was no blanket to cover us from the cold; his body would be warm enough. He plants a kiss on my forehead. Minutes later his breathing steadies and he falls asleep, I close my eyes hoping to sleep too.

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