Mirrors (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

··· HARRY'S POV ···

I grab Piper's small hand and help her out of the yacht. It was a strange morning; Marcus, I decided to refer to him as that in the confinement of my own head, decided to give me some fouls stares after he had a small talk with Jane. I'm sure she mentioned I might've heard their little argument. Piper didn't really notice, she was distracted either by Prim or my hands and lips. I didn't mind that of course.

As we walk back to our cars Mark makes a suggestion.

"We should go to the beach later, and we can have like a little picnic thing," he says as he tickles Prim who is in his arms, "I need a tan."

Piper laughs beside me, that beautiful laugh I love. I look down at her and can't help but grin at her beauty, she catches me watching and blushes, I love that I can do that to her.

"I think that'd be great," I say to no one in particular while still looking at my girl.

We get back to the hotel and everyone decides to go their own way; the Harris, except for Piper because I refused to let go of her, are heading over to the aquarium, while my mum and sister went for a little shopping.

I pull Piper towards the elevator as they all head their own way, I can see Marcus looking at us but I ignore his stares.

He probably thinks I'm going to tell her because he starts walking our way, brilliant. Piper notices me watching him and she stops in her tracks.

"Piper," he says as he reaches us, he's not going to tell her like this is he?!

"Yes," she says coldly.

"Can you give Mr. Styles and I a minute?"

She hesitates but decides to allow her father to annoy me. She kisses my cheek and I kiss her hand, and then she walks into the elevator.

"Mr. Styles is my father, just call me Harry," I say sternly, I put my hands in my pockets and try not to look at his face.

"I know that you heard me talking to Jane," his voice doesn't change from the even, serious, tone he has, "and you can't tell Piper anything."

I frown at him, who does he think he is by telling me what I can and cannot do? "No offence, Mr. Harris, but if I choose to tell her I will, if you decide to keep this from her for longer than a day I will tell her," he opens his mouth but I interrupt him by raising my hand, "it isn't fair for Jane, Mark and Piper, and I will not keep such information from her, I don't care what you say," he's frowning at me but I don't give a fuck.

"Are you threatening me boy?" he says angrily, boy?

"No, I am warning you that if you don't tell her soon, I will, and I'm 100% sure that Jane will back me up on this. I told her she should trust you, don't make me take it back," his eyes widen because he damn well knows that she cares about my opinion of her father.

I turn away from him and walk to the elevator.

When the elevator doors open on the 24th floor, Piper is standing by the wall with her arms folded in front of her chest. I know she’s going to ask what about what her dad said to me—I don’t want to lie to her, but I also don’t want to tell her what he said, he has to be the one to confess it to her.

I smile widely at her as my hands grab her hips, I lean my forehead down on hers. A low sight escapes her lips, I know she’s fed up with the way her father has been acting and she probably thinks he said things he shouldn’t have in our small conversation.

“What did he say?” I run my nose along her cheek as she speaks.

“Nothing important, baby,” I tug at her jaw with my nose, and then run my lips along her cheek again until our lips grace. “Let’s go,” I grab her hand and pull her towards our room.

“I know you’re trying to distract me,” she says behind me.

I turn around with a smirk on my face, “No baby,” I press my lips to hers, “I’ve missed you, don’t underestimate my need for you.”

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··· PIPER’S POV ···

I pull on the lilac bikini top and bottom, the mirror in front of me makes me even more uncomfortable; my hair is in a tangled mess, my skin is pale, my face is flushed from being in bed with Harry’s hot naked skin all afternoon, and my body is wider than some of the girls I’ve seen wearing bikinis.

“Love?” Harry calls and I immediately pull my towel over my body, what’s wrong with you, he’s seen you completely naked and vulnerable! “Are you-“ he starts as he opens the door, “what are you doing?” he chuckles and walks towards me while pointing at the towel, which I tug securely around me.

“Just changing,” I whisper.

“Okay?” he says, he drags the o curiously, “But why,” he tugs at my hands so they let go of the towel, “Piper?”

“Harry,” I plead wide eyed, “don’t.”

“Baby,” he wraps his arms around me with a grin on his face, “you do realize we spent the past hours tangled together, and making love completely naked in bed countless of times?”

I look away from his eyes and focus on the swallows on his collarbone. His nose starts running along my neck, causing shaky breaths to escape my lips, I close my eyes as his lips press against the base of my neck. Before I can protest against my muscles, I drop the towel and wrap my arms around his neck, my hands tangling in his hair.

His lips part from my skin, “Fuck,” I open my eyes and see him looking at me up and down, his lower lip captured between his teeth, I tug at his hair to bring his eyes up to mine.

“What?” I barely whisper.

“You look…. Hot”

I giggle, blush, and smack his shoulder all at the same time, “Shut up!” he laughs that beautiful laugh, then looks at me with a serious expression.

“Don’t ever shy away from me again?” he takes my face between his hands, his thumbs caressing my cheeks and his green irises staring into my brown ones, “Okay, baby?”

I sight and pull at his tangled hair, “okay, Harry.” His lips crash to mine, his tongue runs along my bottom lip, and as always, I part my lips for his skillful tongue. Our mouths in sync as my body presses against his naked one, his tongue brushing against mine, slipping deeper into my mouth. He takes my lower lip between his teeth, he dives in for another short kiss and then parts from me.

“I’ll throw on some joggers and we’ll be out, okay?”

“You’re not going to swim?”

“No, I’ll just watch you,” he smirks at me and I smack his arm.

As I walk out the door and back into the room he slaps my behind, making me yelp and run out of the bathroom. I grab a long purple kimono cardigan after pulling on some high waisted shorts, pull my messy hair in a ponytail and follow Harry out of our little "room paradise."

Everyone is waiting for us at the lobby, as we reach the group Gemma pulls me over and hoops her arm with mine, Markie walks over to Harry and they start talking about some clothing line he bought items from at the mall.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages!” Gem says as we walk out, I see my father eye Harry who just gives him the coldest stare I’ve ever seen him give anyone.

I know Harry is keeping something from me, I don’t like the way my father is looking at him, and I noticed Jane giving him worrying looks this morning. Harry turns and notices me staring; he furrows his brows as he tries to read my expression, I cock an eyebrow suspiciously at him.

“Tell me.” I mouth in a demanding manner. When he shakes his head, it only makes me worry more; his expression is sad and apologetic, obviously I’m not going to hold it against him, he has a reason why he doesn’t want to tell me and I trust him.

We reach the beach, there’s not a lot of people since the sun is about to set in about an hour and a half.

Jane and Nan grab a small table while Mark and Harry pull over some beach chairs closer to the table so we can all sit.

Nan and Anne sit and start talking about baby stuff with Jane; my father sits next to her and stares at Harry who is still talking to my brother while they sit at the beach chairs. I’m glad my brother isn’t as uncomfortable with Harry as before, I can tell he’s more relaxed and sees him like I do, like Harry. As I watch Harry talk to my brother he eyes me, his expression is still apologetic and I can’t help but frown.

When Mark notices Harry looking at me for too long he pulls Gem and they walk over to the water after she finished taking off her shorts and shirt.

I walk over to him as he places the chair at a distinct angle so the back of it is to my fathers, and he pulls me into the chair. Laying my head on his chest I wrap my arms around him, one of his hands is firmly on my back while the other runs along the arm I have plastered over his chest.

His lips press to my forehead and I can’t help but cry out a small dry sob. He’s here with me, on this beautiful beach while the sky is dark blue and beautiful, only to have to leave me in mere days! I grip him harder, as if a storm was coming and threatening to take him away from me. I kiss his bare chest quietly, not wanting the others to hear the loving gesture.

“I love you,” he whispers against my skin.

“I love you more.” I look up at him, he’s green eyes bright and alert, I don’t know what is bothering him but I need to know.

“Harry?” Anne calls from the table.

“Yeah mum?” he says without taking his eyes from me.

“I think you should go get some food now, Luna and I are starving!”

“Yes ma’am!” he kisses me chastely, then slips from under me to get food, I watch him walk away, the muscles on his back flexing as he reaches down to get his car keys from Gem’s purse. He turns swiftly and winks at me causing me to grin.

I wrap the kimono rightly around me, after Harry left the weather was so cool I decided not to get in the water. I help Anne and Nan to move chairs from other empty tables to ours so we all fit to eat. I sit next to Anne, across from my father who is carrying Prim in his arms; she’s tightly wrapped in a blanket warm and cozy, which I’m grateful for because it’s freezing. He notices me looking but as soon as I make eye contact with him he looks away.

“Food!” Mark screams as he walks over to the table, I turn to were he’s looking and see Harry walking over with bags from what I’m guessing is a fast food place.

Gemma and my brother walk over to help as I stand to join them, but when I reach them Harry is practically empty—he pulls the only bag he has over his head so I don’t reach it. I give up on it and wrap the kimono around me again, Harry raises a brow at me and pulls me closer to him as we walk over to the table.

Harry sets the food down and immediately pulls me to him, wrapping both arms warmly around me. I rest my head on his bare chest as my hands run up and down his back to give him some warmth.

“I’m gonna bring you something warm, I’ll be right back.”

I sit with everyone else and start eating the delicious burger, it taste different and Markie informs me it’s the dressing they add to them. The fries are fine, but I don’t feel like eating them, my father’s stares ruin my appetite.

Harry comes back and hands me some of his joggers and a jumper, I’m glad he pulled over a jumper too. I pull off my shorts and slip on the clothing he brought me, then put my clothes in Gemma’s bag, I sit next to Harry and try to finish my burger. I watch him engage in conversation with me Nan, Anne and Jane.

I’m not paying attention to the conversation until Anne speaks to Jane, “Mrs. Harris, have you-“

I choke on my drink and starts coughing.

“Piper?” Harry says as he pats my back.

“Fine,” I cough out. I look up at Jane who’s staring at me wide eyed; I look away from her before I start sobbing. These pills are making me way too sensitive!

“Piper, don’t look at Jane like that!” my father demands.

I scowl at him, “What are you talking about?”

“Marcus, stop it!” Jane says

“Don’t look at Jane like she murdered your mother!” The whole table went silent.

I don’t look at Jane as if she killed my mother! Do I?

Harry whispers to Anne and she stands and takes Gemma with her. Harry intertwines our fingers together and squeezes my hand.

“I don’t-“ I begin.

“Marcus,” Harry says sternly.

“This doesn’t involve you,” my father says as he stands from his chairs pointing at Harry.

“Oh, but I am!” Harry says, I frown at him, what did my father tell you?

“Marcus, just tell her!”

“Jane!”

“Tell me what!” I say rather loudly, everyone is arguing while Markie and I watch back and forth and it’s irritating.

“That I didn’t break up your family,” Jane whispers as she grabs the crying Prim who was woken by the loud argument.

Nan gets up and walks away.

“What do you mean?” I ask confused, I know Jane knows I blame her for a lot that happens before my mother died but I don’t see how her and my father didn’t break my mother’s heart.

“Your father and I-“ she looks up at him.

“Your mother and I got divorced before she was diagnosed.”

“What?” Mark and I say in unison.

“She didn’t want you to know that,” he says without looking at us.

“So you weren’t cheating on her?”

“Erm, Jane and I have been together for eight years.”

My heart drops, I stand from the table and pace back and forth, “You were cheating on our mother, on the whole family for eight years!” I yell at him. I hadn’t realized until now that that was exactly what he did, he was lying to all three of us, and then he lied to Markie and I about lying to us.

“I don’t understand,” Markie whispers from his seat.

“When did mum find out?” I ask, I remember mum and dad arguing about Jane, mother had asked who she was and he told her that it was his girlfriend. Now I realize why he could use that word to describe her; they were divorced already.

“Two years before the diagnosis,” my father says without looking at us, “But Jane didn’t know I was married.”

Wait, what? You have got to be fucking kidding me. I feel like my whole life is a lie! I’ve been throwing rocks at Jane since I met her when I had no reason to.

“When did you find out?” I look at Jane who is now crying, “And why did you stay with him!”

Jane sights and holds Prim tightly to her, “I found out about you guys when they got divorced.”

Why would she stay with my father, why did mum stay with him after she found out. My head is spinning and I need to hold on to a chair. Harry stands and pulls me in his arms.

“I stayed with him because I was pregnant,” Jane says, I look at her wide eyed as she sobs and holds Prim.

I look at my father who is staring back and forth between Mark and me. I pull Markie towards me, far away from our father as I can.

Markie speaks the words before I can, “We have another sibling?” Jane sobs at his words and pulls Prim closer to her. No, we don’t.

I sob into Harry’s chest before my father can even say it, “No,” he whispers, “the baby died two days after your mother.”

“Holy shit.” Markie says and he sinks to the ground on his knees.

“You lied to us,” I whisper to my father as I give him the deadliest stare I can, “all you ever seem to do is lie to us!”

“Piper, Mark,” he pleads, “I am so sorry, but I didn’t know what to do oaky! Emma didn’t want you to find out, she wanted a perfect family before she left without realizing that that was not possible, she was naïve and though that we could be in the same room without arguing about something!” Markie sobs at the mention of her name.

“You don’t get to speak her name!”

‘Piper!”

“No dad! You cheated on her,” I pause to take a deep breath and try to stop sobbing, “you cheated on our family for eight fucking years and you expect me to see your point of view! I don’t even know why Jane stayed with you!” I sob into Harry’s shirt. I thought I might’ve had a dad once and that maybe I was getting him back, but I was lying to myself if I ever said that. He was never there, never truly there, and all he ever did was cause hurt, that is all he ever does.

Not only to my mother, Markie and I, but also to Jane.

I look at her, “Jane-“

“Don’t Piper, you don’t have to say anything.” Her voice isn’t hurt, its understanding, and all the hate I ever felt towards her fades away as I watch her hold her baby desperately while trying to be comforting towards me.

I look at my father and I just want to look away immediately.

“Markie,” I tell my brother soothingly as I help him up, he sobs into my shoulder, “go with Nan.” He listens and runs back to the hotel.

“Piper-“

“Do not,” I point at my father, “do not say a damn bloody thing to me Marcus.”

I turn away from him before he can speak and walk back to the hotel. I can’t stop the tears from falling by the time I get to the elevators, I feel Harry behind me and I’m glad he lets me cry, at this point I don’t know what I am crying about anymore. The doors open and we step inside, he pulls me towards him and wrap his arms around my neck, pressing my face against his jumper.

Once on our floor, he leads me to our room. I feel so numb, I feel nothing as I try to process everything that just happened. I can’t… I had a sibling that I didn’t know about and it died! My father had an affair for eight years!

I jump unto the bed and sob for ages. I feel Harry slip off my sandals and pulling the duvet over me. He stands beside me and begins to braid my hair, I hold the pillow tight as I hear him walk around to the other side and slip into bed with me. His large hands pull at my arms, and when I look up I see that it’s dark and I can faintly make out his eyes. He pulls me towards his now bare chest where he lets me cry.

“You’re going to be fine, my heart.” He kisses my forehead, I nuzzle deeper into his neck as I continue to cry silently.

“Markie will be fine, Jane will be fine, and you and your father will be fine,” he says soothingly. How can he still have faith in that man.

“I love you,” I sob into his neck.

“I love you more.”

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