Mirrors (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

"Nick, what do I wear?" he was going to pick me up in one hour and I had no idea what to wear. I meet people who happen to be famous every day. But I am going to a party filled with them, I don't want to stand out but I don't want to be invisible either. I need to make friends if one day I want to make music with them.

"Piper, just wear something cute" cute? My closet is a proper mess and I can't even walk around because of it, "It's a normal party, people will drink and go nuts just wear whatever. Plus, Harry doesn't pay much attention to what a woman wears... well most of the time" Harry? Oh

"I forgot Harry was going..."

"Well now don't get nervous little directioner, no one likes a crazy bitch"

"Shut up" I tossed a black dress I was looking at earlier, not wearing that! "I have to go Nick, see you in a while"

It isn't too chilly out so I decide to go with a flower skirt and a black jumper. I let my brown hair down and make some waves with my straightener and leave my fringe to fall slightly waved to the side. I don't remember when was the last time I went out with friends, in college my friends and I just stayed in and chill. I thought once I went to Uni I'd be more social but I obviously wasn't, not with that flatmate. I haven't been this excited in a long time

The door to my room creeks open and my little brother walks in

"Hey cutie! Going to a party with Nick?"

"Yeah" I say excitedly

"I'm glad you're friends with someone fun"

"Hey!" I say and throw a shirt at him. My college friends were fun, they were!

No they weren't

I grab my arrow earrings and ring, along with my kitty ring that my brother gave me before I left to New York. I apply some eyeliner hoping it would make my brown eyes not seem so dark but no... I never learned much about make up.

"Wear these" Mike says as he hands me the black wedges dad got me for my 18th birthday. He was always good at giving gifts but not at being a very good father figure. As I put on the shoes I get a text from Nick saying that he's outside, I grab my small brown shoulder bag and head out.

-----------

"This is fucking insane! Nick Grimshaw in the flesh!" says a man wearing a real or fake fur coat walking towards us. We've been here 10 minutes and I've already had more than one glass of vodka mixed with some sweet flavor I didn't want to process at the moment. I went to a couple parties almost like this in NY, but I'm starting to think they are extremely different. You have the typical drunk dancers in the other room, the loud obnoxious people, the snoggers, but then there are very nicely dressed familiar faces walking around talking about their trips to Japan or to Africa. It's a sophisticated party, but at the same time it's just a party. I haven't been this confused since the time I tried watching a show starting from the third series. Nick walks with the guy towards some girls in the left corner of the very nice living room. I then realized those girls are Rita Ora and Cara Delevigne, I walk towards the kitchen; I don't think meeting famous people with some alcohol in my system is a good idea.

I filled up my glass for the erm... fourth? Fifth time? I don't know, and who cares. Last time I was drunk was at that stupid frat party at NYU and that geek popular boy tried to feel me up, I shiver at the memory. The DJ starts playing a remix of "Heads Will Roll"... I never liked remixes, I think they destroy the song, or they don't really show the true meaning of the song. They just really bother me. Without realizing what I'm doing I begin walking towards the DJ.

"Hey can you play something else" I whisper in the guy's ear, I swear I've seen this guy somewhere before...

"Sure love, name it" he says with a smile, "Name the artist"

"The 1975" says a voice behind me, I stumble as I turn to see who it is, if it wasn't for the hands who steadied me I would have fallen right into HARRY!

"You and that fucking band" said the DJ behind me loud enough for Harry to hear over the music. He was smiling the dimple smile at me and I'm pretty sure I was gawking and blushing

"Shut up and play them Calvin" he said without taking his eyes from me, "Hey Piper"

"Erm... hi," his hands where still holding my arms making me realize I still wasn't standing straight, I postured myself and giggled, "definitely had to many of these" I hold up the cup, he laughs too

"Want to go outside? I feel it's too loud in here" he whispers down at me, I follow him to the backyard I believe?

It's a backyard alright. The owner of the house definitely hired a great decorator; I've never seen such a beautiful backyard. At the left far corner is a small pond with a small waterfall that seems to be made entirely of neon lights. On the far right is a huge tree with a nice bench under it, a pool is at our immediate right side and beach chairs to our left. A rock walkway connects all four stations to the door we came out from.

Harry gestures for me to walk towards the bench in the back. Once there I walk around it and sit by the tree, I hear him not-so-silently laugh as he sits next to me.

"So you're one of those girls" he says looking up at the night sky, I stare at him in confusion

"What do you mean?"

"The kind that don't do the right thing, or do things in an antagonistic way" I smile, his attention now on me

"Well someone swallowed a dictionary" I say raising my left eyebrow

"You didn't disagree" he smiles

"Because you might be right" I say as I take another sip of the vodka, he laughs besides me

"So, if you don't mind me asking, what where you doing before Radio 1?" he says, I notice he doesn't have a drink and offer him my cup which he takes gratefully

"I don't mind at all Mr. Styles" I begin and he chokes on the drink

"Don't call me that, that's my father" he says laughing once he recovers

"Sorry" I say scrunching my face, "Getting back to the subject at hand, I was in New York going to university" I say and get the cup from him and take a sip

"Uni? Why did you come back?"

"I didn't like it; It wasn't what I wanted after all"

"Well I'm glad you found something you like to do?"

"Ditto" I say, I don't ever remembering saying that word... I think I said that previous wrong

"What?" he says

"I just mean that I'm glad you also have found something that makes you happy, as a previous fan, I know singing makes you happy" I say and stop myself from taking another drink. Did I just say "previous fan"?

"Previous fan?" shit, I feel the blood rush to my cheek. He smiles a cheeky smile

"I-I still am"

"You don't have to lie" he says seriously, "It is okay if you don't like my band, just don't lie about it" Now he thinks I'm a liar, great.

"I'm not lying! I literally know every word to every song" now I sound like a creep, he laughs

"Sure" he says and rolls his eyes, making it clear that he wasn't taking it

"I'm serious, my dad made me stop obsessing last year because he said I needed to grow up, which was fucking stupid" why did I say that? "I still listen to your music though, I still really like it"

He looks at me, his expression unreadable "You're being serious?" he asks and then smiled a bit

"Yea" I admit, "my dad is a bit of an arse" I say without thinking and cover my mouth, "Sorry, I've never described my father like that"

"Alcohol makes you tell the truth"

"It runs in the family" I shiver

We stayed out for another hour just talking about whatever our conversation led us to. He told me about going to the US and how he was excited about their tour there. I asked him about the movie they were working on and if it was annoying having cameras around 24/7. He was too modest about it of course.

"How about you? Anything interesting happening?"

"Not really" I said, I took out my phone and saw that it was one in the morning, "Well probably this" I admitted

"The party?" he asked

"No" I laughed "making a new friend" I said without thinking, "erm I-I mean"

"It's definitely the highlight of my month" he smiles

"Just month?" I smile

"I met some incredible children last month at a charity I work with" he said embarrassed

"The children win most absolutely" why am I speaking like this? The alcohol better go away soon.

My phone vibrates on my hand; Nan's face pops out "Hi Nan" I say a little too excitedly
"Piper Harris, do you know what time it is?" oh no. One slightly bad thing about Nan, if you live under her roof you have a curfew and rules to follow. It doesn't matter how old you are.

"I'm on my way Nan!" I say quickly and hang up.

"What happened?" Harry asks, concern in his face

"I skipped curfew and boy am I in trouble" I say as I get up and start heading inside to look for Nick.

"Curfew? Exactly how old are you?" he asks behind me

"Eighteen, but my Nan is- well she's me Nan" I shrug. We enter to house filled with more people
than before, "I will never find Nick!" I say frustrated

"I'll take you" Harry says over the music, grabs my arm and leads me outside.

"Thank you" I say once we're out and heading to his car

"No problem" he opens the passenger door to a black range rover and I try not to gape at it. I get in and he head over to the driver's side.

I give him the address and he inputs it on his GPS. He lets me pick the radio station and we ride in silence, listening to the music. We arrive sooner than I thought we would, I'm about to climb out and thank him again when he gets out of the car. He walks over and opens my door.

"It's this one right?" he points to Nan's house

"Yeah" I say, "You don't have to-"

"I want to" he smiles, "lead the way Ms. Harris" the smile from my face fades at the mention of those words reminding me of my mother.

I look down and walk towards the front door. Right before I nock Harry grabs my arm to get my attention, he puts out his hand

"Erm, can I see your phone" he rather states

"Erm, yeah" I say and hand him my phone. He hands it back and he takes out his phone and presses it against his ear. My phone vibrates and "Cheeky Friend" pops up on the screen, I can't help but laugh

"Just wanted to save your number" he says as he laughs along

"You could've just asked"

"What's the fun in that" says a voice behind me, I turn around and find Nan standing by the door with a smile on her face. I guess she's been standing there for a while.

Harry introduces himself and apologizes to Nan, saying that he was sorry for keeping me from my curfew. He hugs me goodbye and kisses my Nan on the cheek and walks back to his car.

"I like him!" says Nan as we walk inside

"Does that mean I'm off the hook" I say hopefully

"Definitely not love" she says as she guides me to my room, "You can't go out for a week" I enter my room and turn around to pout at her. "Unless it's with that nice young boy" she says with a wink and walks to her room. Oh Nan.

Notes