Mirrors (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

My family and I leave tomorrow to Miami, and I couldn't be happier. The past week has been a nightmare for me, not having Harry around becomes worse as the time to see him again nears, I fear that something will happen and I won't get to see him. This anxiety has taken over my daily routine; I called in sick on Thursday after an argument with Bella about Harry. I told her about the argument with my father, and of course, she took his side, which I don't understand since she's with Niall. Her argument that Harry is not the type to have a long relationship had a toll on me, but then I realized that Bella doesn't actually know Harry like I do, she doesn't even give him the time of day.

Jane convinced my father to go to Miami, Markie let me know that he wasn't excited about it, and wasn't being as positive as I wished he would be about Harry. My brother tried to soften him up about him but obviously my father wouldn't have it.

I pack the last of my shoes into the luggage, I bite my lip as I notice the bikini in the small bag; I didn't want to buy one since I'm not very comfortable wearing the two piece, but I'd be lying if I said I bought it for myself. I did buy a bathing suit just in case, but I doubt I'll end up wearing it. I haven't been to the beach in a long time and I'm actually more excited than melancholic.
I told Gemma I'd join her and Anne, who came over yesterday before the flight to help Gemma, for some last minute shopping. Robin isn't coming, but I was immediately pleased when Gem reassured me it had nothing to do with another fight; Robin is having a busy week at work.
I grab my burgundy sweater, grab my purse and head out the door. I text Gemma that I'm on my way to her flat. Twelve minutes later, I jump out of my car and head up to her place.

"Hi Piper!" Gem embraces me in a warm hug. She smiles warmly at me, her smile comforting yet nostalgic.

"Hi Gemma," I smile, the first honest smile in days.

"I have a feeling that is the first real smile you've given someone that isn't Harry since he left," I can't help the blush creeping up, like her brother, she's great at reading me. Or maybe it's just I'm an open book.

"Maybe," I whisper.

"Next time, hang out with me and I promise you will smile more truthfully," she gestures me inside, I sit at one of the white couches in her living room, I notice her flatmates aren't around.

"Mum, Pipes is here!" she yells into the hallway.

"When was the last time you guys spoke to Harry?" I ask as Anne seats next to me on the couch, I could hear Gemma moving around in the kitchen.

"Red or white!" she yells.

"White!" Anne answers, "We talked to him last night," she smiles, "what about you, love?"

"Thursday," I smile lightly.

We sit for a while, drinking wine and eating some biscuits while Anne tells us stories about Robin and his grandson in the backyard. Gemma's expressions as she listens to the tales suggest to me that she really misses Cheshire, and who can blame her; that place is gorgeous. I glance at my phone and point out that we should head out soon.

"Do you have anything to buy?" Anne asks as we settle in Gemma's car, she sits in the passenger seat while I sit behind her.

"Erm, no, I have everything ready," I smile, my phone vibrates in my pocket, "but I'll probably end up buying something I don't need," I laugh.

I have a text from Mark.

Markie: Dad threw a fit today about Harry. Some stupid tv show was talking about him and Kendall, saying that they were still talking which is bullshit because they couldn't have known such stupidity.

I sight, a little rage flows through me; towards the show, towards my father? I don't know, but I'm sure it's not towards Harry.

"Is everything okay?" Anne asks.

"Hmm?" I look up, "oh, yeah, just my father being... well, my father."

Me: Tell him he doesn't have to go, if he chooses to believe all that bullshit then he can, but tell him not to expect anything from me if he won't give him a chance.

Markie doesn't answer, so I put my phone away as we reach Primark. As soon as we step into the store, I'm 100% sure I will end up buying a couple things I don't need. Twenty minutes later I have a black onesie, a pillow that's a monkey and some weird hair product that supposedly protects from the salty seas and the burning sun.

Gem and I couldn't help but laugh when Anne grabbed a cozy jumper saying, "I might need this."

"Mamma, it's Miami! The weather is really warm there," Gem laughs.

"The hotel rooms are cold!" she defends, Gem and burst out laughing again, although she's partially right, it's still adorable and funny.

One hour later, I've added a set of lip balm, a new light blue nail polish, a new ring with a black circle and white outline, and a set of black rubber bracelets. This store is horrible, but I love it. We pay and bag all of our things and head out of the store. We stop for some Nutella crepes on our way back to Gem's apartment. I get my stuff from the boot of her car once we arrive and place them inside mine, I hug them goodbye and let them know I'd picked them up tomorrow at eight a.m..

Once I got I home, I grabbed my luggage and headed to Nan's, where I will sleep since I was already going to have to pick her up, my father never offered.

I get to Nan's, she sitting by the couch watching A League of Their Own. I kiss her cheek and wish her goodnight. As I lay in bed the excitement that I'll be able to see Harry tomorrow is overwhelming, I have a fear that the week will pass by so fast I won't get to thoroughly enjoy my time with him before he goes out on tour again. I try not to think negative as I close my eyes, I try to sleep but I can't. I grab my phone and plug in my earphones putting them to my ears, I shuffle all my music. Out of all 429 songs I have, "Right Now" starts playing, and although it made me glum, it allowed me a peaceful sleep without any anxiety for tomorrow.

I wake to the alarm blaring on the night stand, next to my old bed, I slap it to the ground and groan, it's 7:00 in the morning on a Sunday, if it wasn't because I get to see him today, I would not be excited. I grab my necessities and head for the shower. once out, I put on some high waist denim shorts and a grey cropped loose top, but I slip on the onesie I bought yesterday on top, I grab my Chucks and head downstairs to put Nan's things in the car. Once we've picked up Gem and Anne we head over to Heathrow, where my father and everyone else will meet us.

Markie squeals beside me in the plane, Nan is sitting on my left while my father, Jane and Prim are beside us on the other side of the plane. Gem and Anne are in first class, my father made a fuss when I told him Harry insisted on paying for everyone in first class, not that I would've remotely let him, but my father took it to another level and said that we wouldn't even sit in first class at all, not allowing Harry any chance to pay. It's weird, my father only flies in first class, but as soon as Harry offers it he doesn't even get close to it, if you ask me it's kind of immature.

I try to sleep for a couple hours, but only shoot down two. I watch a couple movies with Markie, Nan sleeps for most of the flight until they bring the horrible food I don't eat. My brother makes me watch Frozen, which was actually good, and then we watch who knows how many episodes of How I Met Your Mother he bought from itunes. I'm about to decide on another nap when they signal to turn off all devices, since we're about to land. Excitement runs through me like a fire, I stretch out and open the window drape; it's late afternoon in Miami beach and it looks beautiful. I slip out of my onsie before I have to put on my seatbelt again, the action hasty because of the anticipation of seeing him.

"Calm down, you'll see him in a bit," Markie smiles, "He said he'd be here before us right?"
I nod furiously, "Yes."

As soon as we're inside the airport I start looking around for him, Markie pulls me to get my luggage but I don't stop my search. I ponder whether I should call him, but my bill would be insane. My father disappears for a small while but I don't question it.

"Piper, there's free WiFi," Gemma says beside me as we make our way out.

"Can you text him, it will take me too long to connect my phone."

"We need to get our hotel," my father says and my stomach hurts. He is not going to like this.

"My son said he had everything ready Marcus, he's going to pick us up and just take us there," my father scowls at Anne.

"I didn't say that was okay, Piper," he raises a brow at me.

"Not now, Marcus," Jane says. I stretch out my arms towards Prim when Anne startled me by grabbing my arms.

"There!" she points to the door where some girls are screaming, I see cameras and I know it must be him.

"Fantastic," my father complains but I ignore his comment.

From the crowd, he comes out with his back to us walking backwards, I can imagine him apologizing to the small amount of fans, he brings his hands together and I imagine he's asking them not to post or say anything to anyone. It would be impossible to leave. He's wearing his black ripped jeans, a colourful button up, when he turns around I see that it's only buttoned up half way. I can see his swallows and butterfly, a hand waves in front of his chest as he walks towards me... us, I realize he did it to get me to stop staring and I blush. I look up and see a cheeky grin on his face, his hair is pushed back and sexy. It feels like his walk is taking forever, I drop my bag and walk fast towards him.

As I reach him, his arms extend, as soon as they make contact with my body, my whole being sights in complete comfort. I wrap my arms around his neck and take in his Harry smell, his cologne intoxicatingly familiar and comfortable as I bury my face in his neck. His face does the same as his hands run up and down my back, he pulls me towards him, our bodies not an inch separated. I sight and sob at the same time, his chest against mine, his heart beat against my heartbeat how I've been dreaming of.

"I've missed you, so much," I mumble against his skin, I close my eyes.

"I know, I've missed you too, baby," his words make me hold him tighter, my embrace around his neck stronger. He pulls away enough so we can look at each other, his light emerald eyes stare into mine and it feels like I can breathe again. My hands snake into his hair, tugging at his tousled hair. He connects our foreheads, his minty breath fanning over me as he sights. His arms stop their soothing phase on my back to cup my jaw.

"Come here, baby," his lips press down to mine, escaping a moan from my lips, he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth, brushing it deliciously against mine. I tug harder at his hair as he pulls me closer. Now that his eyes aren't looking at me, my senses are back to normal and I can hear girls screaming, not foul things but still screaming excitedly. Then I remember our families and I pull away. He smiles at me, that dimpled smile I love and missed for way too long. He kisses my nose, grabs my hand snaking our fingers together.

"We should go," I say, he laughs lightly and nods, he pulls me towards our family but I can't bring myself to look at them, I just stare up at the man next to me. With my empty hand, I pull at his sleeve trying to pull it more than half way but fail. I rest it on his forearm, gripping his skin, my fingers tracing his visible tattoos.

"Mum!" he says excitedly, I try to tear his grip from my hand so he can hug Anne but he only pulls me closer. He hugs his mother with one arm, cups her cheek and kisses her forehead while she tries hard not to cry.

"Hey, little bro!" Gem says as she hugs him, he kisses her forehead too and Gem makes a mock disgust face.

"Markie!" he says to my brother, who runs to hug him.

"Thank God you're here, she needs it," I hear him say, I squeeze Harry's hand and he returns the gesture.

"Luna! Lovely Luna," he hugs Nan and kisses her cheek.

"Oh, you kid," Nan blushes.

Harry turns to my father who looks at me, I turn and press my lips to Harry's shoulder, "Mr. Harris, very nice to meet you sir," he stretches out his hand, just when I think my father will ignore it he takes it and shakes, he just nods though. Not even a small "you too Harry," he could at least try.

"Mrs. Harris, and little Prim" he says and stretches his hand again to Jane, the name he used for her turns my stomach. One day in the past, that name belonged to my mother, but now it's Jane's, well it will be.

"Almost," she smiles and shakes his hand, "very nice to finally meet you Harry, and thank you so much for the hotel." Harry pokes Prim's cheek.

"Oh not it's fine-"

"Yes, thanks for the offer, but we will be staying somewhere else," my father says coldly. I don't look at him, I just scowl and look up at Harry who has a confused look.

"Oh, you made reservations, Piper didn't-" he looks at me, my lips press in a hard line.

"No, we didn't Harry, he's being silly," Jane says as she smacks my father's arm.

"Jane," my father starts.

"Nonsense," Harry says, "I want everyone in the same hotel, I booked four rooms at Loews hotel, right by the beach, so let's go."

My father looks wide eyed at Harry, I guess he knows that hotel, and I'm guessing it's a fancy one. We head out of the airport, Harry smiles for some of the fans but doesn't stop, which I appreciate since my father would complain, but I'd wish he could stay longer with these fans who didn't make it difficult for us to leave.

"Hi Piper! I love you!" some fans say, I just wave and smile but immediately look down.

"We're having dinner tonight in forty minutes, at the balcony of the restaurant in the hotel, by the beach. We'll get to see the sun go down by the ocean, I though everyone would like that," Harry says.

"That sounds beautiful," Markie says.

"Thank you, Harry," Nan says.

"Yes, thank you," Jane agrees.

I look up at him, his dimples staring at me, "It does sound beautiful."

"Not as beautiful, nor breathtaking as you," my heart skips at his words, I can't help but grin up at his beautiful face. I squeeze his hand in appreciation.

"The hotel is only ten minutes away, here are the keys so you can head up and we can be ready for dinner, you don't have to be fancy is just the beach, but I thought you might like some time," he smiles at everyone, he's so perfect.

Harry leads us towards the car lot, he pulls his mother's luggage but his hand doesn't let go of mine for even a second, and I'm grateful. We reach a range rover and I can't help but roll my eyes.

"You shush, cutie," he pokes my nose and I giggle.

"I've got a baby booster in the back," he smiles at Jane.

"Oh, thank you so much Harry, but-" Jane starts.

"We rented a car, it's parked upstairs, I'm going to get it," my father says, of course a car dealer rented a car. I didn't know my father knew how to drive in America.

"Oh ok, sure," my man smiles at my father, nothing can stop Harry from behind nothing but nice and I love that.

"Give me that Gem," he says as he puts hers, Anne's and my things in the boot of the rover.

"You go in the front Anne," I tell her, but she just shakes her head.

"You bloody wish, you deal with him now," she mockingly pushes her son, who just laughs and kisses her cheek. Anne and Gem pop inside the car while Harry and I wait for my father.

"Nan, you want to come with us?" I ask.

"Hell yes," I laugh at her answer, Harry puts her things in the car as she gets in with Anne and Gem.

"What about you Mark?" Harry asks.

"I don't think I should push him," he says and I nod.

"Yeah," Jane agrees.

"He really doesn't like me, he's just like Bella," Harry says quietly beside me. I look up at him, he's staring at our entwined hands, his other hand comes over and starts drawing circles on the back of the hand connected to his.

"Bella doesn't know what the fuck she's talking about, baby," I press a kiss to his shoulder. He smiles lightly then presses a kiss to my forehead.

"You guys are making me miss James," my brother says.

"Aww!" Harry and I say at the same time.

"Let me give you the address of the hotel," he tells Markie. My brother hands him his phone and Harry types the address and how to get there in the notes.

My father pulls up in a Cadillac, of course, Jane places Pri in the booster and gets in the front with my father. Markie gets in next to the baby. My father rolls down the window and looks at me expectantly.

"Piper, are you coming?" I turn to Harry who just gives me a crooked smile, his grip on my hand loosens but I squeeze it.

"I'm going with Harry," I say without looking at him.

"Fine," I hear him grunt. The car drives out.

"You should've gone," his expression is worried. With my empty hand I cup his cheek, my thumb caressing his skin.

"I love you, Harry."

"I love you too, baby," he tilts his head down and presses his lips to mine, "I love you so much," he says against my lips.

"I'm so happy you're with me again," I whisper once his lips part from mine.

"Baby, be with me so happily?" he sings, my heart fluttered and I can't help but giggle.
"Always."

All of our things are upstairs in our rooms, all four rooms are on the same floor. Gem and Anne are next to Harry and I, Markie and Nan across from them while my father and Jane across from us. My father's face when he saw that Harry and I were sharing a room was not the sweetest one, Harry looked like he was about to send me with Markie just to please my father but I just pushed him into our room.

Right now, his fingers are intertwined with mine as he walks us through the restaurant and outside to the balcony. When the waiter opens the door, the breathtaking sunset strikes us all, thewowsheard all across the group as we sat at the table. Harry sat on one of the sides, with me to his left, Gem sat across from me with Anne to her side and Nan next to her, my father across from Harry, Jane on my side of the table and Markie between us. They placed a chair between Jane and my father so they could place the foldable baby booster apparently Jane had brought. The waiter places the menus in front of us asks if we're ready to order our beverages.

"Can you please give us a bottle of the best wine you have," Harry smiles at him, "for the adults," I remember we can't drink in America and I pout.

"Of course sir," the man smiles, "and what else?"

"I will have a coke," he looks at me laughs lightly at my pouting.

"I'll have," I look down at the menu, "raspberry and peach ice tea."

"Me too," Markie says.

The waiter asks Gemma for her ID and then heads back inside. She sticks her tounge out at Harry who just sticks his middle finger out at her.

"The restaurant is Italian, I hope you all like Italian," Harry says as he looks through the menu. He leans into me as I read the menu, "Gemma will get us a wine later in the week, I promise," I smile up at him. I hope this week is as wonderful as it is to have him with me.

The waiter comes back and we all order our plates. He assures us he will be back with our food soon and I hope he's right. I haven't had anything to eat since this morning and I'm starving.

"So," my father says, my head snaps up at him wide eyed, "Harry,"

"Yes, Mr. Harris," Harry says, his fingers snake through mine and I look down at our hands, I squeeze his comfortably.

"My daughter seems to be very taken by you," I don't look at my father, I look at Harry who just stares at my father without fear in his eyes.

"And I'm very taken by her, I have been since the day I met her," he looks at me and smiles, his beautiful green eyes melting me, I feel Markie squealing beside me.

"I hope you're not playing around with her."

I turn to my father, "Dad, don't."

"I would never," I look back at Harry who is scowling at my father, "I love your daughter, she's my best friend, I've know her long enough to know how important she is to me," he turns to me, his expression softens and I smile at him.

"I've heard you're not one to have a long relationship," Bella's words pop into my head, I try to shake them off but I can't, "It hadn't even been a month since you stopped seen that girl from that show when you started seeing my daughter."

I scowl at my father, "Please, drop it."

"Marcus," Jane warns.

"No, I need to know what his deal is," my father argues.

"No offence sir, but what happened between Kendall and I is none of your business, but it wasn't what you think, Piper knows that," he looks at, his eyes sad and regretful.

"Do you know how bad it was for her while you were gone-"

"Marcus," Jane and Nan say.

"Yes, I do Sr, because it was as horrible for me," his hand has a tighter grip on mine now.

"Dad, just drop it," I slam my hand on t the table, he looks at me and I raise a brow at him.
"Fine," he huffs, but I know he's not done.

The waiter brings our food and we all start eating, Markie, Gem and Anne ask Harry about tour and anything exciting that has happened. He talks about Louis' pranks and Niall's exotic dances on stage. My father doesn't speak but I notice him looking at Harry and I constantly; like when, out of no where, Harry took my hand brought it to his lips, my knuckles gracing his lips. I knew my father was staring because no one else was, they were being discrete, while he was just studying Harry. And when Harry whispered an "I love you" for the third time, my father grunted and dropped his fork.

"I'll pay," my father said when the waiter brought the check, Harry tried to argue but I just squeezed his leg under the table, signaling to let him.

As we rode the elevator back upstairs, I could see my father's eyes on us; Harry's arm around my waist, the other hand tangles with mine, his head buried in my neck, we were in the corner with everyone's back to us except my father's. Harry's nose graced mine to get my attention since I was looking at the way my her looked at Harry.

"I love you, Piper," he whispered.

"I love you, so much," I kiss the corner of his mouth as the doors to the elevator opened. As we walk out, Harry's arm doesn't let go of me, and I'm okay with that.

Nan, Markie, Gem and Anne walk inside their room saying goodnight and thank you's to my father. Harry and I stand outside our room as Jane and my father do the same. Jane tugs at his shirt so he'll go inside with her, but he just stares at us.

"Erm, goodnight," I smile at Jane.

"Good night," she smiles at both of us.

"Thank you for dinner Mr. and Mrs. Harris," I flinch at the Mrs. which Jane notices.

"Call me Jane, Harry."

I look up at Harry and smile, he kisses my hand, "Goodnight Jane, goodnight Mr. Harris," he says without taking his eyes from me. He opens our door and pulls me inside. I close the door behind me, and in mere seconds he has against the door, his hands on my hips and his forehead resting against mine.

"You do know that he's not going to stop attacking you, right?" I look into his eyes.

"Yes," he breaths out, "I don't mind fighting for you Piper, I don't mind at all. You've waited for me so long, and put up with my shit, it's time I suffer a bit too." I can read hurt all over his face.

I wrap my arms around his neck, "No one deserves to be attacked my Marcus Harris," I laugh.

"I can handle him," he smiles, "but enough about everyone else, baby," he leans down and presses his lips against mine.

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