Behind the Mirror

Chapter 8

CHAPTER 8: If It Kills Me (Jason Mraz)

***NOTES: I'm baaaaaack, my lovelies! I have learned two things since my last update! 1) You can vote for your own works! I was like whaat?! and 2) This song has been the PERFECT choice and I've never used it! What's wrong with me guys? Just listen to the lyrics and you realize how amazing it is for this story! Okey dokey, nothing else to say! Like, vote, COMMENT, read. Go. Love ya! Bye :* ***

"Harry! Over Here!" Louis waved frantically and began running into the woods. Harry shook his head fondly and chuckled at Louis' antics. Nonetheless, he followed.

"Lou! Where'd you go? Lou!" Harry called when he couldn't see the feather-haired boy anywhere. No response. He tried again, "Lou?" This time, there was the sound of two voices laughing,

"Over here, Harry!" Harry heard the other voice still laughing as Louis spoke, and he was curious, as anyone else would be. Was this some game that his friends were playing? Harry smiled as he ran in the direction of the two laughing voices. Both were male, it was easy to tell, but it wasn't easy to figure who it was exactly. The curly-haired boy played his own little guessing game inside of his head. Was it Niall? Liam? It didn't matter. He would find out when he got to wherever they were.

As the voices got louder, Harry slowed down. He emerged from the edge of the woods and saw a running creek. It was clear as glass and beautiful flowers and green grass were making up the rest of the clearing. Save for the occasional rock that laid on the ground.

He looked around curiously. The laughter and voices at stopped,and he couldn't see them any people around. Odd. Harry was about to turn and walk in another direction when he heard some footsteps from across the creek. He looked up and saw Louis and...Drake?

"Hey Harry," Louis waved from beside Drake, who had his arm around the shorter bloke's shoulders. Harry's face contorted in disgust and anger,

"Louis, what's he doing here?" he pointed an accusing finger at Drake, who just smirked smugly,

"I thought I told you that we weren't done at the studio," he moved behind Louis and snaked his arms around his waist, and then put his chin on top of Louis' head. Louis smiled. Smiled?! What the hell?

Harry tore himself away from his thoughts and glared at Drake with deadly eyes, "Yeah. And I thought I made it clear that I didn't want you near Lou agai-"

"Harry," Louis interrupted in annoyance. He rolled his eyes and turned around in Drake's arms, putting his hands on his neck, "There's no need for you to try and convince him of anything," Drake licked a stripe from Louis' neck up to behind his ear, making the younger boy shiver, "We've resolved everything,"

"Resolved?" Harry shouted in desperation.

"Yeah, resolved. Drake made me realize how dumb I was to actually go with you. You said it yourself, you don't deserve me," Harry's eyes filled with tears. This couldn't be happening. His bottom lip began to quiver, and Louis 'aww'ed' in fake sympathy,

"Oh, Curly. Don't cry. You can go find someone else! As long as I'm happy, you're happy, right?" Drake and Louis laughed into a kiss, and Harry's stomach churned at the sight. Soon enough, the two were into a heated snogging session and Harry took a step back. He finally let the first tear flow.

Drake moved his lips down Louis' neck and the shorter boy moaned, "Harry," The curly-haired boy stopped in befuddlement. Did he just say?-

"Harry," Louis moaned again. He did. Why isn't he saying Drake's name? And why is his voice so distant?

Harry cried and watched in a mix of agony and confusion. What was happening? "Louis, come back!" No reply from him, "Stop it, please! Lo-"