Mirrors (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Since Rita’s party, Harry has called a couple of times to hang out with him and Nick, or the boys and even just him and I alone. It’s nice having other people to talk to. The only friend I had before was Nick and I knew he got annoyed by me sometimes; my contact name on his phone is literally “wet blanket”.

The boys are nice; Louis likes the fact that I could listen to him speak all day, I follow him like a puppy. Liam is quiet, haven’t had a real conversations with him, I think the last thing we spoke about was about a song. Niall talks all day when he’s not eating and he also likes that I laugh at his jokes like Louis. I think Zayn, other than Harry, is the only one I’ve had long conversations with but even so they’re mostly about the music industry. I wish I could say that we all became best friends but it hasn’t really happened, I like them they’re cool and they’ve even said I’m cool but the only reason they would want to know me is because Harry introduced me as his friend. I definitely consider them friends just because they’re so easy to be around, I think because they're not over dramatic girls.

I think Harry could be considered a close friend; he makes me feel very comfortable around him, like I can tell him anything. Just a week after the party he invited me to the park for a walk and he asked me simple things to get to know each other like: “What are you hobbies?” and I honestly wasn’t afraid to tell him that it was writing. I took out a little notebook I carry with me everywhere and showed him what I had written. He said it was good, that the things I write could be combined and made into a song

“Really?” I asked

“Yeah” he said with a smile. He guided me to a nearby bench and we sat, “You’re really good, by the things you write I can tell you like it a lot” he smiled and I joined in.

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Hanging with Harry has brought some really bad comments from people on twitter, and I have to make sure too tweet the "we're just friends" tweet once in a while. I haven't seen Harry in a month the boys left to the US for tour but we've kept in contact, even the boys will send a hello once in a while. It's nice to have people outside my family to interact with. Wow I sound pathetic!

Currently my brother and I are sitting on my bed watching a tv show I've never seen before
"IT FUCKING HURTS!" Says a boy with black hair, he sort of has a Justin Bieber haircut. He actually looks a little like Julian Casablancas from The Strokes. I have no idea why he's crying; honestly I haven't been paying attention.

"Have you talked to sexy Styles" says Mark next to me as he wipes a tear from his cheeks.

"No, they've been busy with tour" I state.

I miss him, I have so much to tell him, like last week I met Justin Timberlake and it was the best thing ever! I also want to show him some stuff I've been writing. I hope he actually likes it.

"You're going to end up dating him" my brother states with a cheeky smirk on his face, I do not hesitate to smack his arm, "HEY!" He yelps

"Well don't say those things about Harry and me! I'm trying to make a friend!" I tell him. And it's true, even when I was obsessed with One Direction part of me always wished I could be friends with them; I always wanted people like them to be my friends.

"Fine fine" he said throwing his arms in the air, "but when will I meet this friend of yours" he said, emphasizing the word friend.

"When you promise you won't embarrass me you little shit" I said as I put my arm around him

"Oh darn! Now I'm not even allowed to embarrass you! But that's my nature" he pouts

"Fuck off!" I say smiling, I ruffle his hair and he wines. I've actually really love being around him again, but I'm not admitting that to the little doughnut. My phone vibrates

Grimms kid: hey I have something to ask you sweet pie, I'm going to LA for a couple of days, would you like to tag along? Not as my assistant of course, but as my bitch! Let's get shit wasted in LA yeah?? You better say yes!!

Me, in LA? I sure miss the sun, and it wouldn't hurt to take a little trip. We have the whole month of July off from work. Maybe Mark can come with me. I look at my little rascal of a brother and smile. I think he could use a trip too. I think Nan would love to have the house to her house. I wonder when was the last time she had some alone time. I should get her some spa days. I earn really good money at the radio. It's not much, it's enough for me to help out with the groceries and treat myself to a trip. It definitely isn’t enough to move out.... I should get a night shift...

"How would you like to go on a little holiday Markie?" My little brother's face lights up with excitement and he jumps off the bed

"FUCK WOULD I!!" He screams

"Alright, calm down!" I laugh, "We’re going to LA" I say, he screams out and runs downstairs to tell our Nan. I can hear laugh at my brother's excitement.

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“Get up Markie!!” I shove my brother. It’s noon and Nick wanted us to go to some place called Rodeo so he could go shopping around two in the afternoon. We got to LA this morning around 2 am and he’s already got us doing stuff.

“But its twelve and jet lag” he manages to say, I feel bad waking him up but we’re only here for a bit and I want to see the city.

“Fine, I will shower first but you will get in right after I’m out, alright?”

“Yeah, yeah” he says and covers his face with the duvet.

I take a shower longer than usual to give Mark some more time to sleep; I think I shampooed my hair three times. Once I get out of the tub/shower I dry my body, I brush my hair and grab the hair dryer on the wall, might as well give Markie some more time. I dry my hair as much as I can to give it volume, having no volume because of straight hair is definitely not a perk. I grab my phone and text Nan that we’re okay, I called her when we arrived but I just wanted to let her know that we were up.

“Mark, go take a shower”

“Fine!” he wines as if I had asked him for the hundredth time, “Oh, you showered” he scratches his head “I swear that felt like a minute of sleep” he says and steps inside the bathroom.
I grab some burgundy shorts from my bag, along with a flowery top. I put on my black converse and add a headband to my hair, some rings and a dream catcher necklace. By the time I finish with my outfit and make up, Mark is out and about putting on his shoes and done.

“Nice outfit kid” I tell him, he’s wearing a light blue and red plaid shirt with a black bow tie, black skinny jeans and nice black boots.

“Thanks, but I doubt the Americans know what I’m on about” he says and flips his invisible long hair. I grab my glasses and we head out to meet with Nick.

“Alright bitches, let’s go shopping” Nick says once we find him in the lobby.

We go about ten different shops till he decides that we’re finally hungry. I buy two slices of pizza and devour them like I had never seen food in my life. We bought some stuff but Grimmers has like two bags from each store, absolutely outrageous. Nick finishes his salad but we wait for my brother to finish his double cheese burger

“I don’t think I can” he wines as he takes another bite.

“Don’t be a wimp” Nick says as he takes some of his fries. “So are you ready for tonight?”

“What’s tonight?” I ask confused

“Seattle, hello girl”

“What? What are we going there for? We just arrived here” he did not tell me of this.

“Thought we’d surprise Harry at his concert tomorrow night” Nick says as he eats more fries. My brother spits the soda he was about to swallow

“I AM MEETING ONE DIRECTION!”

“Geese kid, calm down boy”

“Why didn’t you tell me we were doing this?” I ask him

“Because you would’ve told him of course” he says raising an eyebrow, my brother nods in agreement

“No I wouldn’t have!” I protest. Yeah I would’ve.

Notes

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