Behind the Mirror - A Niall Horan Fanfiction

Chapter Three

Ivory’s POV

This whole past week had been hell for me. Absolute hell. I was on ‘house arrest’ according to my dad due to the past three ditching’s, I didn’t mind it though, I didn’t go out at all other than to school. Harry had been on my tail about why I would ditch or why I would leave him alone during lunch to go to the library to do ‘homework’. I glanced towards the laptop that sat on the edge of the desk, getting up and grabbing it I sat back down on the bed curling my legs under me and looking through past searches. ‘Niall Horan’ was one. I’d been talking to him for the past week and I learned a few things about who he was but he didn’t tell me enough, so I looked him up. There wasn’t much to find out about him, there was more about his mother and his father. I’ve seen a few sketches of what Niall would look like now, comparing it to what he told me he looked like the other night.

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“Alright,” I chuckle and got comfortable on the marble top of the counter letting my feet rest in the sink, “You know how I look, now, tell me how you look?” I asked and leaned a shoulder against the wall.

“Well... I have blue eyes, light during the colder seasons like fall and winter, and faded during the warm seasons. I have hair...” he joked which sent a small smile to tug on my lips, “I’m a natural brunette but my mum lost a bet once and now its blonde and brunette. A few freckles here and there, my nose is a bit crooked if you look close enough and well that’s all I really look like” He said as the small sound of his fingers tapping against the glass rang through my ears.

“What about your body…?” I asked quietly and looked down at my hands. Knowing he was locked in there and with rarely any food or water made me worry about his health and if he was okay.

“I’m basically just skin and bones to be honest…” He replied with a sigh.

I frowned at the thought and looked around the restroom, climbing down from the counter and examining the bottom of the wall.

“What’er you lookin for?” Niall asked as I continued to look around.

“Do you think I can make a hole at the bottom of the wall?” I questioned and kneeled down pushing the trashcan from its spot and looking at an easy way to hit a few times with a hammer and cover up with the can.

“For what?” He asked.

“To pass food and water through…”

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I had been in deep thought when a knock on the door knocked me from my thoughts as I got up and opened the door. I saw my dad standing there with a smile as my eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Can I help you dad…?” I asked and looked up at him as he shook his head and stepped to the side.

“Your friend is here.” He said and took his glance from me to someone that stepped over from the stairs.

“Frie-…” I began and then pursed my lips together at the sight, “Oh, Harry.”

 “Hey…” He smiled as I stepped out of the room and forced a smile as I grabbed at my dad’s arm bringing him to the side.

“I thought you said I was on house arrest,” I stated in a whisper, “Doesn’t that mean no friends are allowed over?”

I didn’t want him over, and I couldn’t just be a bitch and tell him to leave because he was the only ‘friend’ I had made the past few weeks I had been here and if I did I would get a lecture about how that isn’t how to treat someone.