Mirror - 1D Fanfic

Chapter Two

I pulled my hair out of the pony tail it was in, letting loose my mangle of waves. I had always hated how wavy my hair was, with the few curls here and there. Kaitlyn told me to be greatful that I didn't have full on spirals like her, and Lauren told me to be happy I didn't have straight hair like hers.

I picked up my brush that had my name engraved on the back of it. My uncle had it made for me before he died and I had used it every day since then.

I ran it through my hair as Kaitlyn changed into her pajamas. The whole time I had my eyes trained on the antique mirror, something about it intrigued me.

I stepped closer to it, standing directly in front of it as I brushed my hair. I hit a mess of nots and the brush fell out of my hand towards the mirror. Before I could catch it, it went through the mirror. Literally.

" Woah... " I said, my eyes going wide as I backed away from the mirror.

" What? " Kaitlyn asked, turning around.

" You didn't see that?! " I whisper-yelled.

She raised her eyebrow and shook her head. I looked back at the mirror and stepped closer to it once again.

I reached out my hand to touch it, but just like my brush, it went straight through.

I jumped and pulled my hand back, turning to Kaitlyn, who's mouth hung open.

" How did you.. "

" I don't know..my brush fell through- "

" Let's go in there. " she cut me off.

" What? Kay are you insane?! "

She shook her head. " No, really. We gotta get your brush back, plus it'd be way cool to explore. "

" You're crazy. Who knows what could be over there!! "

" Only one way to find out. " she said, walking closer to the mirror and I.

She took my hand and took a deep breath before stepping one foot through. She went the rest of the way and pulled me in with her.

I gasped. It was an exact replica of our room, minus our stuff. My brush was no where to be found.

" C'mon. " she whispered pulling me along.

" Kaitlyn, we shouldn't be here. "

" Just shut up and live for once would you? " she snapped, shutting me up.

The two beds were unmade, indicating someone lived here. There were clothes on the floor, clothes that looked like they belonged to guys.

We crept out of the room and down the stairs, scanning the rooms as we went.

We reached the living room and my breath hitched. There, stood a tall figure of a man, and in his hand was my brush.

< A/N: DON'T YELL AT ME IK THIS IS A SHORT CHAPTER LIKE SUPER SHORT BUT I NEEDED IT TO BE SHORT FOR THE SUSPENSE OKAY!? >