Behind the Mirror - A Niall Horan Fanfiction

Chapter Five

Harry’s POV

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“Harry, stop. You’re hurting me,” she whispered, her bottom lip quivered while her lips parted with a soft wince slipping out, “Harry stop.”

I tightened the grip I had on her wrists while watching Janice struggle to pry me off, “Janice stop fighti-“

I was cut off by her face inching closer to mine, her shout of words made my tight hold on her wrists loosen to no longer see Janice, but to see Ivory holding at her bruising wrists.

“Ivory, I am so so-“

“Save it,”

She had cut me off once again and turned from me, her dark brown hair now cascaded down her back, swaying due to her quick pace to make it safe back to campus and leaving me out on the field, alone and confused.

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I had called her Janice. Janice for fucks sake!

I glanced around the wrecked bedroom that I called mine; sitting on the bed where I didn’t even fit and feet dangled when night came. Fingers fiddled with the white sheets that were pulled from the bed just the night before from a nightmare, which was also covered in red spots from punching the wall just a few minutes before. How could I have been such an idiot? How could I have let that happen to me and led to hurting the girl that I started to grow towards? One answer… Niall.

When his name slipped so gracefully from her lips a feeling burned in my chest, a feeling of envy. He was the reason for Janice leaving me, he was the reason for all that happened to her and now he was rotting in that fucking house for all the pain he caused me. One question was still unanswered, how did she know about Niall? I mean, her father was the new sheriff in town and he took papers home like she explained… but it made no sense. All the newspapers, which contained stories of the Horan family, were from years back, well two years, especially the one of Janice.

I let out a breath I seemed to have been holding and stood up from the bed. I threw the sheets in the wash and leaned back against the machine and picked at the scab I had on the other hand from a previous encounter with the wall. I then sunk to the floor, legs spread out in front of me with the areas of where the jeans had rips had scrunched up. A soft sound slipped from my phone indicating that I had received a message. eyes scanned the screen and was then quick to get up and go out the door. 

'party tonight'

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 The pool of intoxicated teens was something that I've grown to see for the past months, being one of those teens as well. I pushed through the small crowd just at the front door, shuffling through with a disturbed groan at the sound of lips smacking agaisnt one another. The sound of a rather quick beat roared with just a crack of the door opening. I walked through the door and glanced around wanting to see if I could find sight of Luke, the one hosting the party, finding him at the bar that his parents had in the house.

"Luke," I called out, approching the one with a red cup in his hand while he chatted non sense about a game just a few nights ago to Adam, the one minding the bar.

"There he is," he said while a large grin grew on his face as his hand gripped at mine and our shoulders bumped agaisnt one another. "Thought you weren't going to show." His voice slipped from his lips that contained excess alcohol that slipped to his chin and shrugged at his comment.

"I needed a drink," I stated, nodding at Adam to make me something to get me out of the problems I seemed to be having.

All was adding this weight to my shoulders that I couldn't stand because it made me feel weak, I couldn't feel weak. I watched as Adam's hands were quick to make the drink while Luke continued to talk nonsense once again over the loud music that blasted in the large home. The vodka that had been added to the drink burned at my throat which caused me to sigh but lean back agaisnt the closest wall as I relaxed with a content hum. The drinks kept on coming and coming, soon I felt a wave of exhaustion wash over me.