Mirrors (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

I wake up to the sunlight escaping into the hotel room from the window drapes next to my bed. I try to stand up from the bed but fail miserably, this jet lag is absolutely killing me, this headache gets worse the more we travel. We arrived back in L.A. last night and the jet lag from the flight here from London is just kicking in. It wasn't this bad when I left New York so this is new to me. I turn around to find my brother in the other bed sound asleep and wonder how he does it. I make an effort to stand again and my head throbs.... I don't think the wine we had last night after the boys' show helped my brain.

Nick apologised for his actions last night, I was a little surprised, he tends to be one of those people who never swallow their pride and face their mistakes. I apologised too, I guess I was a little unfair saying he doesn't care about Harry because it's obvious that he does. Maybe in a strange little Nick way.

We fly back to London tomorrow so Nick wanted to go sight seeing ... and probably more shopping. I manage to get up from the bed and gently make my way to the bathroom. I put my hair up in a bun so I don't wet it as I shower. Once out I grab some flower print tights, black shirt and my beloved dream catcher necklace. I put my hair down and slap a beanie on my head before I head out to wake my brother. Thirty minutes later we are out and about in the city of angels. We cruise around Hollywood for quite some time, until Markie manages to convince Nick to take us to the observatory, I don't mind since I've always kind of liked astronomy but Nick is someone hard to convince. He agreed as long as my brother stayed in the hotel tonight while we head out to "party". I wasn't so fond of leaving my brother alone but I know he'll be alright.
Waking up like this has become a reoccurring event, I massage my temples for a bit until I'm sure I can get up. The sun is brighter than when I woke up yesterday, I'm almost sure it's past noon. I didn't drink last night but we got back to the hotel at 5 am. I grab my phone, which rests on top of the night stand, I turn it on and see that it's 3 pm in the afternoon. Holy shit. I turn to wake my brother but he isn't in bed, I knock on the bathroom door but no answer. I shower quickly and put on my grey pajama pants and a red sweater. While I'm putting on my shoes my brother walks in with some McDonald's in his hand

"You're up! I went to wake Nick up, got you some food" he says as he places the bag next to me on the bed. I immediately start devouring the burger.

"Did he say what time we should be at LAX?" I ask between bites

"He said at five, the flight leaves at 10 tonight" I hate being at the airport so early but I guess it's just for reassurance.

I finish my food and get my things together, my brother and Nick decide to go for a little more shopping around the hotel gift shops and some around the street. I find it difficult to entertain myself in this room, wait there's WiFi! I recall Nick asked for the password and my brother wrote it in one of those note pads from the hotel. I find the paper on the nightstand drawer and connect my phone to it.

I go on Twitter and check my co-workers Twitter, they mention a party Radio 1 had and remember that they were throwing a party at a beach. I don't remember when was the last time I went to a beach... I think it was with mum, she always made sure we got to experience things with her. I don't quite remember what playing in the sand felt like. I scroll through my timeline to try and not reminisce because even though they're good memories they still make me sad. I see Harry tweeted something about performing Best Song Ever for the first time

@Piper_Harris_: @Harrys_Styles sucks I didn't get to see that performance, I'm sure it was great though :D you guys are awesome performers!

As soon as I send it I regret it, I doubt people are going to like that. But what does it matter, it's my Twitter and I can tweet him if I like right? Yes, we're just friends and I've made it clear. My mentions go crazy and I ignored them. I exit the app and go on YouTube to check if anyone has posted the performance when I get a message from Harry

*Hey! How are you?*

I go to settings and turn on iMessage so I'm not charged with a crazy bill.

*Great! Just enjoying the free WiFi*

He texts back seconds later, *Haha, Want to face time? kind of need someone to talk*

I text him back yes immediately, I hope it's nothing seriously bad. A minute later his tired dimpled face shows up on my phone and relief washes over me because I was expecting a depressed little face, "What's going on?" I ask curiously

"Cara called yesterday and asked when I'd be in London again"

"And was wrong with that" I ask with a smile

"Well... She said she wanted to go on a date..." he says nervously, he sounds like a nerdy boy asking for advise on how to talk to a girl.

"Why all of a sudden?" I ask, why the change of heart Cara?I hope she isn't playing with his emotions. I know they're friends but I can tell he still has feelings for her

"I don't know but I said yes" he sais, I can see he isn't sure of what he did and I think of what to tell him

"Well, it doesn't hurt to try again does it? Don't over think it Harry"

"I don't know what to do anymore, every time I think I'm okay she comes and does something like this. The boys tell me I'm crazy to agree to this, they think I'll get hurt" I think I agree with them Harry

"Maybe this is what you need to finally move on, one more time to see if she really would do this or not." his face is deep in thought and I wonder if he heard what I said.

"I don't even think I want to anymore" I'm taken back by his answer as I'm sure the still likes her

"But you like her right?" I raise a brow

"Yeah, but ... She just... I don't know, I want to but I don't"

"Don't over think it Harry" I laugh and he smiles, fading away the scowl he had

"Yeah, I guess going for it won't hurt" he wishes me a safe flight and makes me promise to call him once we arrive.
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It's mid August and my best friend is back from tour. it seems like ages since I last saw him because of work but it's only been a little over fifteen days. Harry arrived four days ago and we finally get to hang out today. Nan and Mark suddenly decided to spend the day in the city once I said Harry would come over to hang out. Nan made it clear she would be back by ten.
The bell rings while I'm trying to find a channel to watch in the living room. I open the door and find Harry wearing those black ripped skinny jeans and a grey sweater with a bag from Starbucks and some coffee in his hand.

"Harry!" I say rather loudly

"Piper!" he mocks, I slap his arm and take the bag from his hand.

"Come on" I wave him in. We walk to the kitchen where I place the bag in the counter.

"I brought hot chocolate" he says as he places the cup tray next to the bag

"I thought it was coffee, I like chocolate better" I smile, he takes me by surprise and wraps his arms around me, I hug him back and smile

"Missed you" he says into the hug and something happens in my stomach I can't quite explain.

"Me too" I say as he pulls away. We grab our hot chocolates and the pastries he brought. I try to find something interesting to watch and come across Doctor Who re-runs.

"So, when are you going out with Cara" I ask him as I take a bite from this strange brownie

"Tomorrow" he says bluntly

"Well you seem rather excited" I push his arm, he turns to face me and slightly smile

"I don't want to get too excited" he says and I want to wrap my arms around that sad little face. "Enough about me, tell me more about you, have you been writing?"

"Actually I have" I say excitedly, I'm almost sure my smile is childish

"What about?" he asks as he takes a drink from his chocolate

"Well erm, mostly about my mum" I say, I've never really mentioned her to Harry

"Right," he takes the telly remote from the coffee table and turns it off, he turns around in the couch to face me, "you don't have to answer this if you don't want to" his green eyes looking into mine, "but what happened to her?"

I ponder wether talking about her would be a good idea. I haven't spoken about what happened in so long... I actually don't think I've told anyone. Except for my childhood friend Bella. I can trust Harry, he trusts me.

"My mother died when I was 14, she died of pancreatic cancer" I say, I feel the knot start forming in my throat as I speak the words. I look down at my cup and play with the cap

"I'm so sorry Piper"

"Thanks," I look up at him and smile lightly, his eyebrows are furrowed as he studies my face, "my father didn't let Markie and I see her much once she was hospitalized. In the beginning it was okay for her to be with us, she'd have pains once in a while but she was strong."

"How long did it take?" he asks, still not looking away from my eyes

"About a year after it was diagnosed, she pretended to be fine for so long" I feel a tear escape but can't help but go on, "it wasn't until Nan couldn't even get her to open her mouth to eat that she let us hospitalized her; she new dad wouldn't let us see her once it happened. It was like he didn't care" I say angrily

"How could he not?" Harry asks curiously

"When she was diagnosed dad wasn't at home much," I look down at my cup, Harry's hand comes along and wipes the tears from my cheeks. Breathe in, breathe out. I find it hard to stop the tears from coming, I miss her so much... "half a year after, he told mum while they were fighting that he had been cheating on her for about a year with the woman he's with now"

"That's awful"

"Once mum died he made my brother and I move with Nan because 'he couldn't deal with her death' which was bullshit but Nan believed him. He didn't know that we knew about Jane" He takes the cup of hot chocolate from me and places it on the coffee table, I feel him inch closer to me and wraps his arm around me. The comfort he expels instantly brings me warmth, I rest my head in his chest and start to sob. Images of my mother's yellow skin and weak smile haunt me and I find it difficult to breathe. "Even when she was about to die her smile was always there, never failing to give us hope even though the doctors said she wasn't going to make it"

"Shhh" Harry says and starts stroking my hair. His sweater now wet from my tears but he doesn't complain.

I pull away and wipe the tears from my face, he takes my hands in his. "I've only told one other friend about her"

"Well then I feel very lucky that you would share this with me Piper, but I also want to know the positive things you remember of her, like that smile you said she never stop giving" he whispers, I feel his eyes on me.

"She was amazing" I look up at him and smile, "she was always giving, smart, loving, and the strongest person I ever knew." He smiles that dimpled smile I love and I smile back. "She was perfect," I say and the tears come back, "and I miss her"

His arms wrap around me again, this time I let myself cry.

Notes

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