Mirrors (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

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

Mentally, I've missed him so much; just the conversations we would engage in, having him be there when I needed him, giving me advice and a sort of guidance, I've missed his whole being. But as my fingers pull at his hair, and his hands squeeze my hips, I realize I've missed him physically intensely. The burning at the pit of my stomach making me sure of it.

His tongue brushes against my lower lip, I part mine for him and his tongue slips in, brushing sweetly against mine. The feeling of his mouth is so perfect, I don't want it to stop,ever.He pulls me towards the bed without parting our kiss, as we reach the edge of it his hands tug at my top, parting our lips for a mere second to slip it off me. I open my eyes once I realize his lips aren't connecting with mine again, his green eyes staring at me, a ghost of a smile on his lips.

"I love you," his voice is low and breathy, his head dips down and his lips brush against mine.

"Harry," I whisper.

"Hmm," his eyes are closed, his nose brushing against mine while his hands run up and down my sides.

"I started taking the pill," his eyes open, I stare into them waiting for a reaction. I went to the doctor a week ago, I didn't want to tell him because I wanted it to be a surprise.

His lips pull into a dimpled smile, "Yeah?" his voice sounds excited but as if he's trying to hide it, I can't help but giggle.

I nod as an answer, I pull him by his collar and crash his lips to mine once again. As his tongue tortures me and fuels the burn in my stomach, my hands slip inside his shirt, running my fingers lightly along his collarbone. His arms wrap around my waist pulling me closer to him, our hips pushing against each other, his tight grip makes me wonder if he's been working out. The heat around our bodies only makes me anxious to be with him. He stops kissing me but immediately dips his head to my neck and starts sucking and licking at my skin, escaping several moans from my lips.

My hands fumble with the remaining buttons on his shirt but I manage to slip it off his body quickly. The grip he has on me doesn't allow me to look at his torso, but I don't stop myself from running my hands along it, tracing the prominent muscles, he has been working out... I'd be lying if I said my mouth didn't water. I moan louder as his teeth bite into the skin on my collar bone, his palm press on my back trying to push me further into him but there's no more distance between us to battle. I undo his belt hastily, his fingers unbuttoning my shorts as his lips trail along my jaw, he pulls down on the fabric his fingers are working.

"I've missed you so much," I'm breathing heavy from excitement, my hands pull down his jeans and underwear then tangling my fingers in his hair.

"Me too, baby," he whispers against my lips, he brings our lips together and gives me heated kiss while his hands pull down on my panties. His arms wrap around me and pull me up so I can rid of the fabric by my ankles, he steps out of his and puts me down on the bed with him hovering above me, our lips not disconnecting for a second.

My legs wrap around him, pulling him against me creating more pressure between us... sweet pressure. His tongue brushes against mine once more then he takes my bottom lip between his teeth, his green eyes staring intently into mine as he lets it go and dips down for a peck. His mouth leaves mine and begins trailing down my neck, his hands snake around my back and start undoing my bra, he slips it off me in vast speed, my hands disconnecting from his hair for a mere second.

I tug harder at his hair as his hand massages my left breast, his lips trailing down my chest then taking in my right breast. His mouth sucks on it, escaping a moan from my lips and a groan from the back of his throat.

"Harry," I say as his teeth tug on the nipple, cursing pain through my body.

My nails sink into his back as his lips leave my chest and start trailing kisses along my stomach, tugging at my legs with one had to untangle from him. I know where he's going but I don't think I can take it, the burning in the pit of my stomach reminding me of the need for him to be inside him. His lips reach my clit, his tongue slipping out causing me to arch my back towards him. I feel myself building up, and as much as I'd like to play, I really need him.

I tug at his hair, pulling his eyes to mine, "baby, please?" he smirks up at me and my stomach turns.

His hand stops massaging my breast, he pulls himself at eye level with me, his eyes evoking an emotion of familiar comfort and pure amity; amity between the two us, an understanding of our love for each other. His lips connect with mine, next thing I know he slips inside me causing a moan to escape our lips; he takes the opportunity to slip his delicious tongue inside my mouth. The overwhelming feeling of his skin on mine in that way causes my body to arch towards him, my nails digging into his back. He hasn’t moved, his breath slipping into my mouth, one hand holding my waist and the other keeping him hovering over me, his eyes are closed as he enjoys the feeling of being inside me… the glorious feeling.

I pull him down to me; his whole body crashing onto mine, I wrap my arms around him and turn us around, now with me on top straddling him. His eyes open, one of his hands grasps my waist while the other entwines with mine, I lean down to press my lips to his as my body rolls back and forth. He groans in my mouth as my breathing shakes, the heat of our bodies connected in the only way they know best affecting our heartbeats. As my body rocks against him, creating beautiful friction, his hand starts pulling me up and down, his tongue massaging mine causing my body to build up.

“Harry,” I whispered into our connected lips, his nails digging into my skin causing my head to roll back, he took the opportunity to run his lips along my neck. The grip on my hand was tight as my movements became faster, his hips pushing to meet mine. I run my tongue along his neck, along his collarbone and my lips traced kisses along the swallows tattooed in his beautiful skin.

“Piper?” he breaths out.

“Hmm?” I say against his skin.

“I love you,” he says as he turns us around in a mere heartbeat. His hand still holding my waist as he slams deeper into me making moan louder than ever have, his skin in mine having a toll on me; I can feel myself reaching the peak, aware of everything, his fingers entwine with mine, his forearm to my side keeping him above, my empty fingers tangling in his damp hair. I wrap my legs around his waist, allowing me to meet his heated skin.

He slams into me again and my body stiffens, making me scream out his name, “Harry!” I tug harder at his hair as my body ignites in the orgasm, “I love you,” I whisper in his ear making him moan.

As my heart beats loudly, his body rolls and his hip slams into mine. He slams once more, his mouth sucks at my neck and his grip on my hand tightens as he comes inside me, my fingers tugging at his curls as he falls onto me while he comes down from his orgasm. I stroke his hair, his lips on my skin mumbling things I can’t decipher, his thumb drawing circles on my hip. In this moment, I don’t want to do anything at all, no one else matters, just the two us tangled in each other, our hearts beating against each other.

“I will never get used to this, beautiful,” his head pulls up making eye contact with me, the depth of his confession visible in the green of his eyes; we won’t be able to spend every waking moment of our lives like this, so when it does happens it will be better and more beautifully delicious than the last.

“I know,” I smile at him.

He runs his nose along mine, the sweet gesture sending such relief after what just happened, causing me to close my eyes and enjoy the softness of his skin. His lips grace mine before kissing me softly, he keeps our lips connected for a while. My hand runs up and down his back, my fingers gracing his skin soothingly before tangling in his hair. As our skin recovers, the heat starts disappearing and the coldness of the room hits my legs that are still tangled around him making me shiver. Harry notices and stops kissing me, he looks at me expecting to admit to being cold, which would result in him slipping out of me; a feeling I have become accustomed to. I pull my hand out of his grip and pull his head down to mine, our foreheads resting.

“Baby, you’re cold,” he states staring into my eyes, he holds my hips, I whine internally knowing what he’s about to do, “don’t pout,” he laughs lightly and slips out of me, instantly making me feel cold and empty. He pulls the duvet from under me and pulls it over us.

“Come here,” he pulls me towards him, my body immediately tangles itself around him; my legs wrap around him, one hand around his neck and into his hair while the other rests in his chest, “do you want me to close the drapes?” his arms wrap around my waist.

“No,” I whisper against his neck, the window, I now realize, was the only source of light we had. My nose trails along his neck, his smell is still that smell I love despite the fact he had been sweating minutes ago, he sighs deeply at my actions and his grip tightens around me.

“I love you,” he says into my ear making the hairs at the back of my neck stand.

“I love you, more,” I whisper against his skin.

“Not in the slightest, beautiful,” he presses his lips on my temple, “but sleep for now, baby, we have a long day tomorrow,” he says before I can protest.

I oblige to his request and we both fall asleep, finally tangled together after such a long time.

I wake up to the sunlight hitting my face, Harry’s head rests on my head as he faces away from the window, not being disturbed as much by the light as I am. I rub my eyes carefully, trying not to move so much to not wake my angle up. Out of pure instinct, my hands start running through his messy hair, massaging his scalp, I hope the soothing action doesn’t wake him. My hands do their biting for a while before he stirs; his head leaning back to look up at me, he smiles but his eyes are closed and I can’t help but grin at how adorable he looks.

“Morning,” his deep raspy morning voice sings.

“Morning,” I grin, “did you sleep okay?”

“Heavenly,” his eyes open, they’re so light I get lost in them, “you?”

“Hmm?” I say, still looking into his eyes while my hands sooth his scalp.

He chuckles, “How did you sleep, baby?”

“Oh, perfect,” I beam.

“Great,” his lips presses to my chest, making me sigh in gratitude.

He untangles himself from me and stands from the bed, I watch his body as he moves towards the restroom, he turns to look at me by the door; his body leaning against the wall with his arms folded on his chest.

“I rented a small yacht for the family to have breakfast this morning,” he says carefully, he studies my face for my reaction.

“My father isn’t-“

“I don’t care what he thinks, do you like the idea?” I can tell he’s becoming fed up with my father’s remarks, which part of me is okay with because that means he won’t let my father get to him, but it could also mean that he’s not going to be patient with him.

“Erm, yes,” I say, I think it’s a little too over the top but I know he doesn’t mean any harm by it.

“Don’t lie,” he raises a brow at me, “tell me exactly what you’re thinking Piper.”

“I just,” I sight, I sit up on the bed and run my fingers through my hair, “don’t do crazy things like that, I’m not used to them and I sure as hell don’t need them,” I look down at the duvet and concentrate on the patterns across the fabric.

I hear him walk towards me; his fingers pull at my chin to look at him, “Piper, I want to do this for you, and for our families.”

“I know, but I just… I-I’m not used to this kind of crazy stuff like a fucking yacht,” I focus on the cream wall behind him.

“Piper, look at me.” I look at him, I try to avoid eye contact but he reels me in, “What is that you want to say?”

“I-I just,” I think about how to word what I’m about to say without hurting his feelings, this whole fancy stuff I know it’s what he knows and likes to do for people, but I love him not the things he can get, and I want him to know that he doesn’t need to do any of this stuff.

“I know I don’t need to do it Piper, I just want to,” he raises his brows expectantly.

“But I also want you to have the need to be normal around me,” he scowls in confusion and I know I just started a conversation that I wasn’t going to like.

He sits in front of me on the bed, taking my hands in his, “What we do is normal Piper,” his voice is quiet and gentle, “my love for you isn’t normal to me, I will tell you that,” he smiles.

“Why do you say that?” I look down at our hands; his thumbs are drawing circles to the back of my hands.

He pulls at my chin again, “Because, I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you, and that is why I want to do these things for you,” I heart skips at his words and I feel myself blush.

“At least promise me that not everything you do for me will be something I won’t feel comfortable with?” hurt is seeing in his face once I speak the words and I think of a way to rephrase them.

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, I want to experience new things with you,” his eyebrows are furrowed in thought.

“I know, but sometimes do things with me that don’t involve so much money or time spent, please?” I squeeze his hands.

“Okay, baby, I promise not to make you uncomfortable,” I don’t want him to think that he makes me feel like that but I don’t know how else to describe it to him, “now, let’s go shower,” he pulls me up from the bed and drags me (more like I walked willingly) into the bathroom.

I’m wearing the famous grey dress Harry has suddenly become fond of, he saw it slip out my bag and literally made me put it on; his hands guiding me into pulling the dress on, I put on some wedges and slipped over my black purse. We’re waiting for my father, Jane and Prim to come down to the lobby so we can head over to the dock where the yacht will be. Harry’s arm is strongly around my waist, his face buried in my neck planting kisses along it. I’m glad Nan is engaged in a conversation with Anne and Markie Is taking selfies with Gemma, allowing us to be in our little world. Harry’s other arm wraps around me, my hands wrap around his neck as I rest my head on his shoulder.

“I love this dress,” he says against my skin, I can’t help but giggle, “and I can’t wait to slip it off you tonight baby.”

My insides turn at his words and I can’t help but smack his arm as he chuckles, he knows exactly the effect his words have on me.

“Oh shit,” Markie says, I turn to look at him, he’s looking through his bag.

“What?” Harry, Gemma and I say in unison.

“I forgot my camera in the room.”

“I can go get it,” Harry offers.

“Really? Because I’m too lazy to go up there,” I roll my eyes at him and he sticks out his tongue.

“Yeah, I’ll go, I can also check on your dad,” Harry reaches for the room key.

“Want me to go with you?” I ask as he leans down to peck my lips.

“No it’s okay, you stay here, baby,” he kisses my forehead and walks towards the elevators.


***HARRY’S POV***

I grab Markie's camera from the side table and start heading out of the room. As I open the door, I hear Piper's dad talking

"No, Jane, I am not telling her!" He whispers loudly, I close the door slightly and ponder whether I should close it completely and wait until he's gone or to listen to his conversation with Jane.

"This isn't fair Marcus!" Jane says desperately, "She hates me for no reason, it isn't fair that she's giving you a chance for a relationship but not me!"

"I'm her father," he states angrily, "you're her step mother Jane.”

He’s quiet for a while, then he sighs and I hear shuffling, "I didn't mean it like that honey… It’s just that if I tell her she will blame me and hate me, she would never blame her mother."

"This isn't fair Marc, she won't allow me in, she hates me because she thinks I broke up her family! I didn’t, you did!" What the fuck…

"I can't tell her Jane, if she finds out that her mum and I were divorced before she was even diagnosed she will hate me, she already does because I wasn't around!" Wait what?

"She thinks you cheated on her mother while diseased, you didn't! If you tell her she will forgive you!"

"I just started to make it up to her, I can't!"

"Well you're not trying very hard when you're keeping things from her, and you keep insulting Harry!" I agree with her on that.

"That kid is going to hurt her, I'm just trying to help her," why does everyone think I'm going to hurt her!

I have no idea what the hell just happened. Marcus and Piper's mum were divorced before she had cancer, but Piper and Mark think they got divorced in the middle of the disease. Marcus wants Piper to think that he cheated on his wife rather than say the truth? Or what is he saying?

"She will recent her mother for lying, she just wanted the family together before she died and I fucked up okay, I left her alone, constantly to be with you because of the baby!" The baby?

"Don't try to blame this on me and our," Jane chokes, "dead baby, you looked for me eight years ago, you lured me in without telling me you were married and with kids, do not blame me for your mistakes, she has no reason for blaming me Marcus, and if you don't tell her about all your lies, I will," I hear Jane walk away, Marcus huffs then walk inside a room.

Eight years? Piper was only eleven… that means his affair was going on for three years before Piper found out. And her mother knew about it way before Piper. She thought her mother had found out about Jane the same day she did. This is awful, Piper holds so much anger towards Jane who's only mistake was falling for an awful man. Yes, he's trying to make up for it now, but he hasn't even told her the whole truth.

Should I tell Piper? Of course I should, she's my girlfriend! I can't keep this from her. This isn't my business though, maybe I should confront Marcus about it, but maybe he will tell her since Jane's threat.

I walk back down to the lobby, with my heart in hand as I think about what I just heard. I want to tell her, but I don’t know if I should.

As I reach the lower floor I decide I will give him a day to tell her, if he doesn’t then I will bring it up to him before going to Piper and breaking her precious heart.

She sees me approach and smiles widely at me, her smile making my heart skip a beat. I wrap my arms around her and get lost in her chocolate eyes, Markie takes the camera from me but I don’t look at him.

“Where’s my dad?” Piper breaks eye contact and looks at Jane, who I notice is looking wide eyed at me, Piper probably told her I was upstairs.

“He’s getting Prim, he’ll be down in a minute,” she smiles at Piper and then looks back at me trying to read my expression.

I look away from her, I bring Piper closer to my chest and plant a kiss on her forehead, “My love,” I whisper, I don’t know how you’re going to take this, baby.

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