Imagines

Mirrors by Niall Horan

A/N: Please listen to the song while reading it adds so much more emotion to the story!

Her body fell against the bathroom door and slid down to the floor as sobs escaped her mouth. She gasped for air and quickly covered her mouth so nobody heard. "You have nothing to be upset about; why are you crying?" the demons in her mind whispered. She wanted to fight; to yell out at them. Her tormenters. "But they're right," she whispered in a shaky breath. Her life was supposedly-no it was perfect. She had perfect grades in school, amazing parents, and the best friends. "You're so ungrateful for everything you have. Some people are starving and you're the one crying? Shut up." She was so tired of this. She knew she shouldn't feel this way; there was nothing to cry about. What was wrong with her? She didn't used to feel this way. She remembered the summer of years past; when her and her friends sat eating watermelon, not a worry. She just wanted to go back to that life. The life before the demons living in her mind moved in.

She caught a sight of her crying body in the mirror. If only someone could hear her cries for help. Could hear the demons in her mind. She just needed someone to love her and to hold her close. It was 1 in the morning and all she could do was cry about nothing. What was wrong with her? Why couldn't she just ask for help? "Because they won't believe you. Your life is perfect; why should you complain about whatever it is you're crying about?" She sobbed into her hands, feeling trapped and alone. Like her bones were breaking and her heart shaking, but she had no one to hold her and give her love.

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"Love!?" She felt someone shaking her awake and she jolted up. "Are you okay? You were just crying in your sleep." She looked around, realizing she was not her teenager self, crying in the bathroom. She was in bed with her loving and amazing boyfriend. She looked over at his worried expression.

"Yeah I'm fine; just a bad dream."

"About your teenage years?"

"Yeah."

"I'm sorry love." She mumbled that it was okay. "I made you coffee, but it might be cold now." She followed him to the kitchen. The coffee was cold. She noticed him admiring her as she made a fresh pot.

"What?" She asked.

"I hope you know you're beautiful; has anyone ever told you that?" She shyly blushed. He walked back in the bedroom and she smiled. Her life was a whole lot better since her days of breaking down in the bathroom every night. It seemed like her skies were finally blue. The demons barely spoke; had been quieted by the love of her boyfriend.

She crept back into the bedroom to find him just finishing getting changed. "Hey," she said.

"Hey."

"I want to thank you for something."

"What?"

"I remember when we met; I was a broken young girl. I used to hate myself, you know? I used to stare into the mirror and cry, just waiting for someone to notice that I was breaking. For someone to love me. But I was too afraid to tell anyone what I was going through because I thought they would hate me for being selfish since I had a 'perfect life'. But you saved my life. I needed love and you gave it to me. I used to hide behind closed doors and hide how I was feeling, but you knew there was more to me, and gave me the love I needed to push past my demons. You held me close no matter how broken I felt. You made me feel alive again. I just wanted to thank you for that. I'm not sure if you know how much you saved me back then."

He didn't say anything in reply, he just pulled her into a tight hug and held her close; giving her the love she always needed.