Behind the Mirror - A Niall Horan Fanfiction

Chapter Four

Ivory’s POV

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“Did you know him Niall?” I asked as I slipped a bottle of water through the hole, his hand snatching it quickly followed by loud gulps.

“Yeah... Yeah I did, Harry Styles. He is nothing but a creep and freak Ivory.” His tone of voice caught me a bit off guard, being so serious and protective was something I’ve never heard, just used to his voice being so soft and sweet.

“How is he a creep? Or even a freak?” I quietly asked and fiddled with my fingers, “He’s been nothing but nice...” I murmured. Of course I was lying, even he knew that. I knew there was something off about Harry but I just couldn’t put my finger on it. He’s just been… protective of me. It scared me how close he thinks we are. I cringe at the thought.

“Stop lying to yourself Ivory, I heard how he treated you the other night… he full on became a detective about everything…” He sighed and passed the empty bottle back, “Stay away from him, he’s bad news… always has been since his old girlfriend was murdered…” He murmured.

“His old girlf-“

“Come on Ivory, we got to get going!” My dad’s voice sounded through the room as I stood up quickly and flushed the toilet to block the voices.

“Ask him about Janice Edwards…”

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I snapped out of my thoughts and looked around the classroom. Taking a deep breathe I closed my eyes for a brief second, deciding whether or not to ask harry about his old girlfriend as Niall told me to this morning. Jumping slightly at the sound of the bell ringing through my ears I hesitantly stuck my papers into my bag and grabbed at my books quickly walking out the door and to my locker. I glanced towards the field to see Harry sitting up in the bleachers with a cigarette sitting in between his lips. Before I could stop myself I was already walking towards the field and slowly up the bleachers.

“Look who finally decides to show up for lunch…”his voice was filled with, nothing. No emotion.

I took a deep breath and took a seat next to him, of course keeping a distance and fiddling with the empty box of cigarettes that sat at my feet. I couldn’t just bring up his old girlfriend when he had never mentioned her to me, he’d just grow more suspicious towards me and I didn’t need that at the moment or even at all. Ever since the other night and seeing him freak out over research and especially when he cut at James chin due to a stupid comment I’ve been hesitant about him.

“Hello? Cat got your tongue or something?” He asked and poked at my arm. I glanced up at him and shrugged, his eyebrows furrowed as he nodded, “Well I’m going to go…” he murmured and climbed down from the bleachers, before I knew it slipped out.

“Who was Janice Edwards?”  

He stopped from walking as his hand clenched into a fist.