Behind the Mirror

Chapter 9

CHAPTER 9: Don't Deserve You (Plumb)

***NOTES: I finally got my computer back! It's been way too long! Okay here's the next chapter. Things are getting intense! Haha well guys, it looks like I'm going to need some motivation on updating. You know what that means my loyal readers! Read, vote, like, and comment! Love you all my darlins!***

"Louis!" Louis turned his head as he walked up to the bonfire set and saw Zayn jogging toward him,

"Zayn! That was sick. Thanks for showing me," Louis said, gesturing to the rope swing. Zayn gave a smirk and shrugged,

"Nah, it's no big deal. Just trying to get you to lighten up a bit!" He clapped a hand over the shorter boy's shoulder, almost knocking him over entirely. They both shared a quick smile before Harry appeared in front of them, damp curls matted against his forehead in the most endearing way possible,

"Next time," he laughed breathlessly, "You're swimming yourself back to land," All three blokes laughed and stalked back up to the cabin to dry off their clothes to the best of their abilities. Louis' eyes raked over Harry's every movement. He was mesmerized and pleasantly confused by how beautiful a single person could be. Harry had perfect dimples, muscles that looked like they'd been chiseled from God himself, and mossy green eyes that could get you lost for days. All Louis had was a too-large arse, crinkles by his eyes, and a high, raspy voice that could annoy the hell out of anyone, he was pretty sure.

The blue-eyed boy sighed quietly to himself as he tore his stare from Harry's abdomen and onto the task at hand. He grabbed a towel and shook his hair out and draped it around his neck and when he looked back up, he was met by two pairs of eyes staring at him. Green and hazel meeting blue almost expectantly,

"What?" he asked lamely. Zayn blinked a few times before continuing to style his hair, and Harry just smiled and replied with a speedy 'nothing'. The dance teacher tilted his head in confusion, but didn't think too much into it as he waited for the other boys to finish what they were doing. After about three minutes or so, he cleared his throat and spoke. "So? what now?" he asked.

Harry and Zayn looked at one another for a moment and had a silent conversation like before, which in all honesty, irritated Louis to no end. Why couldn't they at least whisper or something? It was much easier than trying to read each other's minds anyways!

He suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around his shoulders. Harry's voice was right next to his ear, and it took most of Louis' willpower not to shiver, "What's up Lou? You look frustrated?". His voice was practically dripping with concern and Louis pulled away to give him an apologetic smile.

The shorter boy was about to respond when some awkward coughing came from behind the duo. Both heads turned and Zayn stood, shuffling his feet side to side and coughing into his fist uncomfortably. Louis giggled and patted Harry's shoulder, " 'm fine! Just thinking," Harry seemed to buy it, so he walked over to Zayn and threw a casual arm around his shoulder, "What's next on our schedule oh gracious leader?" he stated with a dramatic wave of his free hand.

Zayn rolled his eyes playfully and snorted, "I was thinking that since everyone was swimming still, we could head to that gas station down the road and get some more beer," he pointed with his thumb in the general direction of the dirt road and Louis grinned,

"Sounds like a plan! Okay, let's go! C'mon Harry!" Harry smiled widely and nodded.

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"What do you mean your out of it?!" Harry and Zayn shouted at the employee in unison.

Louis sighed and rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. The poor girl only looked about seventeen and had her dark hair all curled. She was probably going somewhere after her shift by the looks of it. As the two other guys were ranting, her dark eyes met his blue ones for a moment and he gave her a sympathetic smile, which made her cheeks flame red. Nevertheless, she gave him an appreciative glance before turning back to face an expectant and pissed off Harry Styles,