Mirror - 1D Fanfic

Chapter Five

" 2 weeks.. " I mumbled to myself. I hadn't been to the other mansion in 2 whole weeks.

I kept telling myself I needed to go back and keep my promise to Harry, but I was scared out of my wits of Zayn.

Plus, everytime I was just about to travel through, I got a knock at the door or one of the girls bursted in.

I still didn't want them to know about the other mansion. It was mine.

I slid out of my bed softly, and padded over to the door, shutting and locking it.

Kaitlyn was at her mom's house for some family thing, so I had the room to myself. Perfect for going to the other mansion.

I didn't know if Harry would be awake, but the first time we met, it was almost 3 in the morning.

I slipped through the mirror quietly, careful not to make a lot of noise. I glanced around the room that was Harry's and Louis'.

Louis was asleep in the bed that belonged to me in our time, snoring a bit loudly. I let out a small giggle and looked over at Harry's bed. Empty.

I took a deep breath and peeked out into the hallway, scanning for Zayn. Once I saw that the coast was clear, I treaded lightly down the stairs.

I peeked into the living room, making sure that Zayn wasn't there. To my luck, he was not. Harry sat on the couch, in between Niall and Liam.

I smirked as a snuck up behind him.

" Boo! " I whisper-yelled as I grabbed his shoulders.

He jumped and turned around to look at me. Relief washed over his face as he realized it was me.

He stood up and walked around the couch, pulling me into a bone-crushing hug.

I laughed. " Harry..can't breathe!! "

His cheeks turned a bit pink and he let go of me.

" Sorry, I just thought you where never coming back.. " he said quietly.

I frowned. " Of course I was coming back.. "

He nodded and opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by the sound of a door opening upstairs.

His eyes locked with mine and he whispered; " Did you close my door when you came down here? "

I shook my head and everything began happening at once.

Harry grabbed my arm and pulled me downstairs to the basement, frantically looking for a place that we could hide. I didn't understand what Zayn's apparent grudge against me was, but I definitely didn't want to stick around and find out.

I pointed at the door he wouldn't let me go in, and his expression hardened.

He shook his head. " Chandler, we can't go in there, it's too danger- "

I shut him up by covering his mouth with my hand. " It's either go in there, or have Zayn find out that I came back. " I said sternly.

He sighed and pulled the door open, yanking me inside after him. He shut the door behind us and locked it.

I could hardly see anything in the darkness, but I could make out the silhouette of a light switch.

I went to turn it on, but before my hand even touched the switch, it switched on by itself.

I stepped back, taken by surprise. I turned around and took in the sight that was before me. We were in a room, full of old antiques. Dolls, paintings, vases, furniture...you name it, it was probably there.

" Why couldn't we come in here? It's..amazing.. " I asked, the odd encounter with the light switch slipping my mind. I walked slowly towards the far wall, which contained paintings galore.

I heard Harry let out a sigh as I came upon a painting of a little girl in a pink dress, looking out of a window.

" There's...unexplained..things that happen in this room. " he said quietly.

I moved on to the painting beside it, one of an older girl in a purple dress, looking out of the same window.

" Like what? " I asked, intrigued by the two matching paintings.

" Things. " he said.

I turned and glared at him but he shook his head, refusing to tell me. I rolled my eyes and moved onto the next painting.

This one had an old woman in a black dress, looking out of the window from the other paintings. Curious, I moved onto the next painting.

I cringed at the scene set on the canvas. It was almost identical to the first painting, except the girl was looking out the window at a grave.

I backed away from the disturbing paintings and walked over to large bookcase, filled with dolls rather than books.

They were porcelain and all wore the same, neutral expression. One in particular, though, caught my eye.

My mouth hung open at the doll. Her light brown hair that hung in loose waves eerily resembled mine.
Her brown glass eyes stared back into mine, sending a chill down my spine.

I backed up slowly, wanting to get as far away from the doll as possible. I backed up until I bumped into the shelf full of vases.

I turned around to catch a vase that was falling, but it stopped in mid-air, right above my hand.

I almost screamed and yanked my hand out from under it, causing it to crash onto the floor.

I looked up at Harry, who wore the same wide-eyed expression as I did.

" What..just..happened? " I breathed out.

" I have no earthly idea. " he responded.