mirrors (larry stylinson au)

5: And I can't help but notice, you reflect in this heart of mine

Harry was trying to focus on his work, but he simply couldn't. He should have probably shut his iPod off to try and pay more attention to his maths textbook, but he knew it wasn't going to work anyway.

Louis had his final play of the year at uni that afternoon, on his side, of course, and had invited him. He had said no, and was now regretting it. He had to study because his A-levels started the next day, and he wouldn't have felt good not studying the day before, but it wasn't like he was making the most of the time anyway. He wondered how Louis was doing. He then let his face fall against the open book on his desk, groaning.

Harry sighed and pressed the next button on his device. He took a blank sheet of paper out and started doing another problem.

Louis had looked so sad when he had said he probably wouldn't be able to attend his play because of exams, as they had talked about. He had also said that no worries, that he could go next year, and that he totally understood it, and asked him if he wanted to play a game of FIFA. Harry had really wanted to go support his friend, after all, they had met because Louis had gone there to support him when he had most needed it, and now he felt bad letting him down that way.

The textbook said the problem answer was 54%. And his solution was -1789%, which was not only wrong but also a completely absurd number. Harry threw the paper to the bin next to the door, angry. The ball hit the side of the basket and fell out.

"Holy fucking shit. Jesus."

Harry got up, picked the stupid paper ball from the floor and threw it into the bin forcefully. He threw himself on the bed.

"Shit. Stupid shit."

With a groan, he stood up and took his school shirt off, putting a baby blue one instead, and slipping in a pair of dark jeans. He ran to the bathroom and put his hair back with a bit of water, coming back into his room as silently and as fast as he could.

"Fuck I can't believe... if mom catches me I'm SO dead."

He latched his door so at least he could pretend he was still in there and tied his shoes.

He then got to the mirror and pressed his palm to it. The glass was cold and hard, but after a couple seconds he was able to get through. He realised it was the first time he had crossed; it was usually Louis the one who would come to his room instead, because Harry was usually busy with homework, and he wasn't living alone like Louis did at his uni residence, so it would have been harder to explain how he had disappeared from his closed room than just telling his family that he had brought a friend.

Harry was on the other side, feeling dizzy, surprised Louis had never told him it felt so...disgusting to cross. The glass, or whatever that mirror was made of, was like mercury: heavy, cold and metallic-like. He shook his head and prayed his phone worked in Louis dimension, as Louis' worked at his, because he had no idea of how to get to the theatre. And he had to get tickets first, which he was fairly sure were for sale at the students' union, right? But where was that? He still had about half an hour to do all that, and to find a key to open Louis' dorm room.

He remembered Louis laughing when he had mimicked his mom's face when she had seen him carrying the mirror to the car to take it to uni. Harry had to admit he had been shocked too, when he had asked the older boy when he was starting his last term and Louis had answered he already had, and that he had taken the mirror with him. Harry had asked him how had he managed to move the mirror without losing the connection, but he had been more interested in knowing why he had bothered to carry the mirror all the way to London. Louis had answered "You know, me mum actually asked me the same", and had done the mother thing, with a slightly... embarrassed look?