Mirrors//Harry Styles fanfic

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The beauty behind darkness is all you have ever wanted lies within it. No one can quit understand why anyone could ever want darkness, until you experience mayhem. It gets comforting when the light doesn't turn out to what it seems. It is terrifying, yes, but afraid of it, no. Im not scared of the dark, I'm just scared of what lies within it. And right now he is whats there.

I walk up the old cracked steps to the large doors of the Thorold library. My obsession with reading is unhealthy and i get way to attached to the characters but i love it to much to quit.

I walk along the long alleys of books, running my small fingers along each spine as i pass. Im not looking for a specific book, just looking for something that catches my eye. I hear a shuffle next to me, i slowly turn my head to find the source of the noise. As i glance over broad shoulders and chestnut brown curls come into view.

I strain my neck to look up his tall figure, i stare for a moment only for the silence to be broken with a chuckle. "Like what you see?" He turns to face me, i inhale a sharply when i see his breath taking green eyes. "I uhm sorry, i wasnt uhm, i didnt mean to hmm" i stutter looking away

He only deeply laughed "i uh have to go, im running late for something, see you around uhmm?" I whispered flustered "harry" he filled in

I turned and started to walk away only to be stopped by a tight grip on my shoulder "i didnt get your name love" he cooed turning me to look at him

"Erin" i said quietly, turning to leave again this time being successful, i walk threw the creaky doors again with a sigh of relief. There was something off about harry, but i pushed it away and continued to my small home.

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I walk up the small path leading to my old but cute looking house. Im greeted by my dad before running up the stairs to my room.

I let out a sigh and collapse on my bed, thankful to be home. I remove my shirt and pants, and throw on an old band t-shirt that is worn in and so much more comfortable than that stupid cropped top.

I pick up my phone and start texting a few of my friends, but as I expected, everyone is out, partying, or not replying, after all it is Friday. Being only 17 and most of my friends are 18 or 19 they are out drinking and having fun, where as im just laying here staring at my white ceiling.

Im not complaining to much though I'm not all the partying type, yeah I've had a few drinks and tried some new things but its not my style for stuff like that.

As i lay there is silence, harry pops into mind, how broad he was, his green eyes, plump lips with that little smirk that seemed to be plastered on his face, his jaw line, his...

No nova snap out of it, you dont even know him, dont think about him, he was weird remember! My conscious throws in

I roll over pulling the covers over my head, i could use some sleep.

I open my eyes to the sound of someone walking into my room i look around to find no one, clicking my phone screen i checked the time, it was 3am, i turn onto my side to be met with familiar green eyes i let out a small shriek

He grabs my wrists and pins them above my head, his muscles taunt under his skin, i go to speak but his lips attach to mine, i squirm under him, something cold is suddenly touched to my temple, the silver object makes a clicking noise, i look at harry terrified, he only laughs and send the bullet out of its case.

I snapped up, opening my eyes and scanning the room of every corner, nothing had happened no one was there, it was just a dream. More like a nightmare.

What the hell! Why am i dreaming of harry killing me! My breathing still uneven i try to sleep again, to get thoughts of harry to leave and to maybe sleep with some comfort.
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A/N
Okay, so i know this is a very short chapter but it is my first and i would love for you to tell me how it was?
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Thank you my lovelys, next chapter should be here soon!
Xoxox ~kaii