Paintings (A Larry~Stylinson One-shot)

~Part 1~

-+-Paintings-+-

I shuffle my TOM covered feet on a very old and gross mat in front of a closed and pad-locked door. There were vines and fungus growing on the door handle, the frame itself, and even the broken glass windows that covered the sides of the large, warehouse looking building.

I'm finally doing it. I'm going to find out what is in this building. After ten years of guessing and waiting and nagging, from the back of my head, I'm going to break into this warehouse. To see, once and for all, what is in this building that my mother kept me away from. What everyone on this God-forsaken planet has been keeping me away from this place.

I grab the pair of garden cutters, that I brought along with me, from beside my right leg and grip it with both hands.

I lift it up towards the padlock and shift it towards the chain beside it, snapping the chain open and setting the cutters on the ground.

I grab the chain and rip it off of the door and surrounding wall, now focusing on the vines and any other disgusting things that could be on it.

I pick up the cutters once more and blow some stray strands of my feathery fringe away from my eyes, smile, and cut away some vines from the door.

After a good ten minutes of working on the door, I finally throw my garden cutters onto the ground and quickly fumble with the door handle.

It was rusty, and very old, and I was surprised whenever the round knob of a faded, gold handle actually turned without a screech, and nicely swung with my force.

A puff of dust then springs into my face from the inside and I wave my hand in front of my face, coughing and sneezing a couple of times as well.

I then slowly take my first step into the building, a smile creeping onto my face.

I'm finally doing this.

I'm going to do this.

I'm not backing out now.

Since the soles of my shoes aren't heeled or anything like that, my footsteps don't make a sound on the, I look down and notice it was tiled floors, okay, my footsteps don't make a sound on the tiled floors.

I slide my hand into my side pocket and grasp my smart phone, pulling it out and turning it on. I unlock my screen, and swipe over to the Flashlight app.

The sudden light almost blinds me and I laugh, "I always do that... Every single time."

I chuckle and wave my phone holding hand over towards somewhere else, watching as I notice that there was an immediate reflection of myself.

I smile and wave at myself excitedly, and when I finished waving, I turn back towards my first destination.

But then a tap on glass sounds and I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion, turning back towards the mirror to see my reflection waving at me with a big smile on his face.

My eyes widen and I stumble back, hitting into anything that could be behind me. Nothing frightened me more than seeing myself waving at me without me making myself wave at me. If that makes any sense.

"Freaky...Building...Stop playing tricks on me...I'm serious," I huff, and the mirrored person of myself cocks his head to the side and a look of hurt crosses his face.

"You consider me freaky?" He asks and my eyes become wider than they were seconds ago. "Well, that's kind of rude... I just thought I would introduce myself to you," he says as he presses a fist on his hip, and my jaw hangs in utter confusion.