Mirrors (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

I have no idea where I am going, but I do know that I need to get away from Sean before he looks for me to apologize. I know he's going to because that's the Sean I know, not the one who forcefully kissed me and tried to shove his tongue down my throat. I shudder.

I turn the corner and open the first door I see, it's an empty dressing room, and I'm glad for it. I hear Harry close the door behind me, I don't want to turn around and look at him because I don't want to talk right now. I walk towards the counter on the back wall and run my fingers through my hair.

"Baby, stop." His hand grips my wrist and turns me to look at him. His brows are furrowed, his full lips parted, his green eyes stare at me as if he can't read my expression.

"I don't want to talk," I whisper. I look away from his green eyes and focus on the skin on his neck.

"Can you listen to what I want to say, at least?" his index finger and his thumb pull my chin up, I divert my stare from his skin and focus my eyes on his lips. I nod.

He takes a deep breath, "What Sean said is not true, I swear Piper."

How am I supposed to believe that?

"I love you Piper." I look away from him, his lips don't provide anything but frustration. Of course he loves me, he said it, but he's notinlove with me.

"Okay, so does Markie," I eye him and catch his frown, "I'm not angry that he said that, can we just drop it."

"No, no no no," he cups my cheeks and makes me look him in the beautiful eyes, "that is not what I mean Piper."

"Harry, don't." I don't want to hear anything right now.

"No Piper, I need you to know, I have to tell you okay, I am sick of this shit." he takes a deep breath, "I am tired of touching you and you not touching me back because you think it'd mean different than what I mean, I am tired of the way you look when you want to touch me and you don't, and I am absolutely fucking sick of you not touching me at all. Piper, I know you love me, I know you're in love with me, and baby; I'm in love with you too, I always have been."

I gasp at his words, taking a deep breath and sighing, I feel as if the weight of the world was just removed my shoulders and given back to Atlas.

His eyes are glossy and I sure as hell can feel my tears forming. He rests his forehead on mine as his hands travel down my sides and settle on my hips.

"I'm not going to push you, but I just needed to say that. I've said it so many times in my head I just wanted to say it out loud." his lips press to my forehead, "I know I fucked up Pipes, I fucked up big time and I'm paying for it very day you aren't with me, and not just physically here with me."

"I really don't want to talk about this right now, please." I manage to say as the tears start to slip out of my eyes, I wrap my arms around his torso as I look down at his collarbone.

"Of course, I'm sorry." he wraps his arms around me and I rest my head on his shoulder, burying my face in his neck as he does the same.

This is what I need right now; comfort and my best friend.Of course I'm in love with Harry too, but right now I can't even think straight. This is too much in one day for me, and I need to process one thing at a time.

Sean forcefully kissed me. The first time was different; I forgave that because maybe without realizing it, I was leading him on. But this time was different, he heard me say "stop" repeatedly yet he continued to kiss me. He's my friend, and I trusted when he promised he wouldn't kiss me again. Maybe I should've slapped him. I know he's going to ask for forgiveness, that's who he is; he's sweet, and sometimes spontaneous which obviously causes him some trouble, but I know he must feel sorry about it right now.

I don't know why he said what he said about Harry, but I was obviously going to ask; if I want no the of them around they can't be fighting like wild animals. I want Sean to be my friend, I like hanging out with him, and he cares about me, maybe a little too much.

I think the reason I wanted Sean to be my friend is because I needed someone who isn't absolutely tied to Harry in some way, and the fact that he doesn't really like him was a good thing, but now that I know how Harry feels it's different. I mean, I still care about Sean, in a way if it wants for him I would've been moping around because of Harry for much longer, who knows if I would've stopped.

Maybe I shouldn't see Sean today, maybe I should go back home and figure out what I want and if having Sean or Harry around would be a good idea. I'm sure Harry and Sean also need time to think.

"Do you think you could help me get back home by tomorrow?" I asked Harry against his skin.

"I wanted you to stay longer," he leans back and grabs my neck, pulling me to look at him.

"I know, but I really don't want to be around Sean right now, and what you said-- I need time to think." I know it seems like every time something happens I run away.

He half laughs and gives me a smug smile, "You always need to think," he kisses my forehead and I smack his arm.

"It’s not my fault you fuck up constantly!" I joke but immediately regret it as his frown appears.

"It was Sean this time, thinking he can kiss you without your consent," he points out cocking a brow at me.

"Again," I roll my eyes annoyed.

"What do you mean 'again?'" he says through gritted teeth. He unwraps his arms from around me and folds them in front of his chest.

I consider taking back what I said, but I know he wouldn't believe me if I did, "Erm, Sean kissed me while we-"

"When we were together!" he says loudly, he doesn't scream but his loud voice makes me jump. He frowns at me, his lips sucked in as he realized he made me jump.

"No, no, Harry, no!" I grab his biceps, which happen to be bigger than before and try not to get distracted, "He kissed me when we were in Italy, I didn't kiss him back and it wasn't okay for him to do it, he knows that."

"If he kisses you again I will kill him. If he even touches you, I swear Piper-"

"Harry-" I cup his cheek, my thumb caressing his skin as my other hand untangled his arms, "He won't, after I talk to him-"

"I don't want you to be friends with him, you can't." he raises a brow at me in a commanding manner.

"Excuse you? Harry, I can be friends with whomever I please." I say angrily. I fold my arms in front of my chest and stare at him. Yes, I love Harry, but I'm not going to let him tell me what to do, I don't even allow my own father to do that.

"That's not-" he sights, he runs his fingers through his now even crazier hair and looks me in the eye, "I mean that he forcefully kissed you and lied to you about me, the person you're in love with and he did it to hurt you and cause a problem between us."

"You don't know that," I say trying to defend Sean, I know Harry doesn't like him but I feel like I should give him the benefit of the doubt at least.

"Don't defend him, I told him I was still in love with you and that I wasn't going to let him get in between us. Are you going to believe me or him!" he folds his arms, mirroring my stance and taps his foot next to mine. He leans his head to the side and raises his brows at me expectantly.

"That's not fair, I haven't even talked to him." I point out.

He shakes his head, "Fucking bastard," he unfolds his arms and abruptly wraps them around me, pulling me towards him. "See what he's doing without even being in the bloody room," he kisses my cheek and I lean into his touch.

I'm a little angry at him but I don't stop my arms from wrapping around his neck. His nose runs along my jaw and I hold him tighter. His lips press to my chin, my cheek, my jaw, the corner of my mouth.

"No," I whisper, I bury my face in his neck and breathe in his scent. I want to kiss him, fuck do I want to kiss him. But I feel like right now isn't the time.

"Soon?" he mumbles against my neck, I giggle and his neck vibrates as he chuckles. "I'll get the jet to take you home, we won't be flying for a couple of days."

"Thank you."

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HARRY’S POV

I didn’t want her to leave me, but I will admit I liked the idea of her being away from Sean. I’m sitting in the cafeteria in the stadium, trying to drink my tea as Sean glares at me from across the room. Niall is sitting with him, and apparently has been trying to keep him from jumping me. I don’t know why he would want to do that when he’s the one being an arse and lying to my girl.
I gulp the last of my tea and stand from the table, Gemma eyes me suspiciously from her seat next to Lou and Eleanor; she knows I’m angry and I also want to throw some punches at Sean, but I’m obviously a lot saner than he is.

I make my way out of the cafeteria and Liam and Zayn follow me as if they were my bodyguards.

“Guys, I’ll be fine, just go back to your food.” I say as we head to the dressing room.

“You bloody wish, Niall said he’s been in fights before back in Mullingar,” Zayn says with a grin, you’d love it wouldn’t you? Zayn loves action and feuding with people acting like assholes.

“We’re just watching out for you.”

“Totally, we’re the muscle and Zayn’s the one who will video tape it, right?” I joke as I step inside the room.

“Fuck no, we’ve had enough videos this year, we can wait until our next single.” Zayn says as he slumps onto the couch, Liam bursts out laughing next to him and Zayn smacks him.

“So, you and Piper, are you guys like back together?” Liam asks.

“Yeah, Perrie keeps pestering me to ask you, she thinks you guys are good together, and obviously I agree. She better be your date our wedding, mate.”

I chuckle, “Soon man, I don’t want to push her; I’ve put her through a lot.”

“Are you going to tell her about Marcus?” Liam asks.

“Hell no, she just started to have a real relationship with him, I don’t want to be the one to ruin it, he can ruin it if he chooses to, that man doesn’t think anything through.”

“What if she finds out, she’s going to be really mad at you, don’t you think?”

“I don’t know Zayn, but right now I don’t want throw so many things at her.”

“Her dad’s an arse.” States Liam.

I nod, “Major asshole,” the door to the room opens as I agree with Liam, and Niall and Sean walk in.

“Major asshole!” Niall repeats while bringing his hand up to salute, I look at him quizzingly, “’How I Met Your Mother’ joke bro, c’mon! Get with the times.”

“I recall that show ended,” Liam says, “Sophia used to watch it and asked me to watch it too once I get home.”

“Whatever, still hilarious show.” Niall pulls a chair next to mine and sits, Sean sits next to Zayn and stares at me like murderer.

“Look mate,” I point at him, “If anyone should be mad at anyone it’s me at you; you kissed Piper even after she repeatedly asked you not to, and then lied to her about my feelings for her.” I feel the room quiet down and everyone’s eyes on us. He is not getting away with this bullshit. “You are going to stay away from her, not because I will make you, but because if you keep lying more she will get tired of it. She loves me and I am not going to let her go.” I am furious and I want my clenched hands to connect with his jaw.

“Well I love her too Styles, and she definitely deserves someone better than some stupid womanizing boy band member!”

“Woah! What the fuck!” Zayn, Liam and Niall say.

“You fucking heard me, you make her miserable Styles, and I will do everything I can to get her away from you.” His eyes are wide and crazy, this man has serious problems.

“Get out Sean!” Niall says at his friend.

“I will, and I’m going back to London today,” I stand from my chair, that little shit, “good luck catching Pie.” He smirks and walks out of the room.

“You need new home buddies, Niall,” Zayn huffs, “what an arse.”

“Nah, he just gets really possessive when he’s in love.”

I’m not even listening to their conversation because I’m on fire; this dirtbag is getting on a plane today and flying to Piper to try and win her as if she were some toy, he doesn’t love her he doesn’t even know what that is. I’m not angry because I think she’s going to believe whatever he says, I’m angry because he thinks he can treat her like that. Going around kissing her without her wanting to, talking about winning her, what the fuck?

I consider whether I’ve been acting like that, but I’m sure I haven’t. I do keep saying that I will not let her go, but I’ve never said that I will win her as if she were some priced object, right?

Fuck, she’s a beautiful woman, the best human being ever and I’m lucky that she feels the way I feel about her. But she is not some object he can think he can claim. And I say think because I know she loves me and wouldn’t leave me for him.

The way he talks about her makes my skin burn in anger, and the way he doesn’t respect her wishes and just be friends. To hell with him! If he thinks I will be okay with their friendship I won’t. I won’t control her and tell her who she can be friends with, that’s not the kind of boyfriend I want to be, but I won’t leave her alone in a room with him. Just the thought of him going over to lie to her makes me want to bail on the tour, which would be stupid but I can’t just stand here and pretend to be okay; It will start affecting everything I do and I won’t be able to focus. I shouldn’t have let her go back to London by herself; I should’ve sent Gem at least.

“Hey Niall, do you think you can call Bella and ask her for a favor?” I turn to him and he frowns, “What?”

“I just said like five minutes ago that we broke up.”

“Right, you ‘broke up’” I say with air quotes.

He glares at me, then his expression phases to sadness as he looks down at his hands, “We wanted different things from life, and we weren’t good for each other.”

“What do you mean? You’re in love with her!” I don’t know the reason why I am so defensive about them when Bella didn’t like me, other than Niall really cared about this girl and his expression is vulnerable than ever.

“Yes Harry, but that doesn’t always mean you should be with someone and waste your time with them if they don’t want what you do, you need to focus on finding the person you’re supposed to be.”

I can’t help but frown at him, I mean, he makes sense, but I can’t help but think about my future with Piper: Does she want what I want? I don’t know, but what I do know is that I love her and she loves me.


PIPER’S POV

“Dad, you didn’t have to do this,” I say as I drop the last box of my belongings to my new two bedroom apartment. Well, our because Markie will be living here too.

“Yes I did, Markie’s school is fifteen minutes away and the same for Birkbeck and downtown,” he states as he drops the keys to Markie’s new car on the counter, “Luna is twenty away, and Prim is thirty away.” Harry is ten, “Plus, you can ask Nick to get you a paid internship at the recording studio downtown and it won’t be far.”

He’d brought that up before, but I hadn’t really considered it because that’s where Harry records when they’re in town. “I will get a job dad, and I will help pay for this lovely apartment.”

The place is more than lovely, the whole back wall of the living room is a glass that looks out to the beauty that is London, the large kitchen to the left of the front door and window wall is modern and high-end as Jane called it. She picked it. Markie almost cried at the long and large couch and the large curved plasma on the wall.

Markie runs out of a room, “I call dibs on the larger room!”

“As long as I have my own bathroom I’m good.” I walk towards the room across from Markie and when I walk in I’m glad he picked the other. Right in back of the bed, in the middle of the back wall there is a huge window. On the left wall there are double glass doors that open to a kind of large closet, not as big as the one at my father’s house but I don’t care. The wall next to the door has my make-up desk, or whatever they are called (never cared for it), and my computer desk. I walk over to the door on the right wall and gape as I open it, this bathroom is huge. Well maybe not that big, but it’s just like the one at my father’s which I really enjoyed. There is a tub and a shower with glass walls, a large counter on the back wall with a mirror above it, and there’s even a small couch.

“My room is bigger,” Markie says as he steps in, I shake my head to rid the image of Harry naked and smirking in the glass shower.

“So, have you forgiven dad?”

“Hell no, he’s been messing around with your- I mean with you and I, letting me move in here with you isn’t going to solve anything, he knows what he has to do.” He turns abruptly and starts walking out of my new room.

I frown, “What do you mean? What does he have to do?”

“Erm… nothing, I meant it figuratively.”

“That makes no sense Mark,” he walks inside his room and closes the door as dad head over our way.

“I left the box in the kitchen, I think I should leave you guys to settle in, Jane and Prim will visit tomorrow.” He hugs me and then nocks goodbye to Markie’s door.

A couple of hours later, all the boxes are empty and Markie and I are having a nice cuppa on the large couch while he watches re-runs of the show he loves. Some girl that looks like Bella just woke up and I remember I haven’t talked to her in a couple of day, I pull out my phone to try and give her a call and ask if she’s doing okay.

“Morning beautiful,” a boy, who kind of looks like Zayn tells the girl, they look familiar and I wonder if I’ve seen the show before Markie told me about it.

As I’m about to call, I get a text from Sean.

Sean: Hey, I just landed, can I see you in twenty at a coffee shop downtown?

I know I shouldn’t ignore him so I decide to just get the impending conversation over with.

Me: Yes, see you in twenty.

I grab a coffee from inside the shot and head out to one of the tables outside. It’s a little chilly out since it stopped raining, I pull the sleeves of my jumper and hide my hands inside. Wet soil smell fills my nostrils and I can’t help but smile, I can’t believe it’s already August, in a couple months it will be winter again and I get to wear all that warm clothes and cuddle up to Harry and- Harry and I together by winter? Yes, I can’t go another day.

“Hey,” Sean appears behind me, he smiles and sits rather close to me on the circled table.

“Hi,” I smile as I take a sip of my hazelnut and vanilla coffee, it’s sweet and it reminds me of winter, which reminds me of Harry in large jumpers and beanies.

“Look, I am really sorry about kissing you just like that,” he grabs my arm and pulls my hand out of the sleeve to grasp it in his, which is cold and still uncomfortable, “especially when you were asking not to.”

“You’re forgiven, just please don’t do it again.” I say, I want to get this over with and leave to my new bed and call Harry.

“That’s the problem, I want to do it again. I can’t help it if I’m falling in love with you Piper.”

I take my hand from under his and place it on my lap, “Sean, I just want to be your friend please, and-“

“Is it because of him?” he asks angrily, “Dammit Piper!” his fist hits the table making me jump, “He lies to you and you’re still in love with him!”

“He hasn’t lied, I know he still loves me,” I whisper, indicating for him to lower his voice.

“Please Piper,” he laughs and rolls his eyes, my stomach hurts at his venomous voice, “if he loved you he wouldn’t have broken up with you because you father told him to, he would’ve fought for you, the way I am!”

“What?” my heart drops, is he telling the truth? “H-h-how do you know this?”

“Niall told me!” he grins and I wince, “Piper I wouldn’t lie to you about this,” his voice softens and he takes my hand again, “he doesn’t care about you, otherwise he wouldn’t have broken up with you just because your father told him to, he would’ve fought him and never hurt you. He doesn’t love you, I do.”

“Sean, I need you to be honest with me right now?” I say loudly, tears start forming in my eyes, “Please tell me that is not true?”

“I’m sorry Piper, it’s true.”

I take my hand away from him as I start to cry, burying my face in my hands. I thought my father was done lying to me! And Harry… he didn’t fight for me until now, until Sean wants me and he doesn’t like the idea of me being with him.

“Just be with me Piper, I’ll make you happy, and you can forget about all the times Harry hurt you.”

As tempting as forgetting sounds I don’t feel about him that way, “Sean, I need you to be my friend, the last time I dated a close friend it ended like this!” Not that I was considering dating him before, but I needed him to get a clue that we could not work.

“But I love you!!” He screams, irritation thick in his voice, as he stands suddenly dropping the chair he was sitting back, “And I refuse to just be your fucking friend!”

“Well I’m sorry but I can’t! I can’t Sean because I love Harry and I can’t just-“

“But he hurt you! And doesn’t love-“

“I know!” I stand from the table and walk away from him, I turn my head to him, “Goodbye Sean, and please, just leave me alone.” And I run to my car.

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