mirrors (larry stylinson au)
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  • Reads 1,882
  • Votes 118
  • Parts 12
  • Time 2h 26m
Complete, First published Jul 01, 2018
Mature
AU where Louis moves to a new house and slowly falls for the curly-haired boy he sees from the mirror in his room that seems to connect their two dimensions. Until he sees Harry crying and goes to the other side of the glass.
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Louis saw some movement from the corner of his eye. There was a mirror hanging from the wall there, next to the wardrobe, and reflecting a galaxy poster that was hanging from the opposite wall. It looked like the previous people who had lived there had left in a hurry. He would have to take the photograph down and hang something instead. Maybe a David Beckham poster?

Another movement startled him, and he forgot instantly about his decorative issues. Because the movement had come from the mirror, and he had been looking at the opposite wall, at the galaxy photograph. Whatever had moved in the mirror, it had not been a reflection.

There was a boy there. He was lying in the bed, apparently putting some pillows and cushions in order. Then, the boy leant in the bed and opened a book. He got his hand in his dark, curly hair and took it out of his bright, green eyes so he could read better.
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