"Get up." A slightly muffled voice instructed as I slept soundly in bed, blankets pulled and tucked underneath my chin.
"Harry, you're going to be late." Habiba's patient voice notified and despite myself a small, sleepy smile spread across my face, eyes still closed but chest warming at the sound of her voice.
Even though she wasn't physically with me- well, not like she ever was- she still attempted at getting me up for my classes that I could give two shits about everyday.
"I'm sick." I responded in a slow, gravelly slur, making sure she could hear me coughing into my fist over dramatically
"Sick of all your bitching!" I fake yelled like I was being scalded with hot water, my voice sounding like a mixture between a cry and whine as I buried my face into my pillow to hide the fact that I was laughing, imagining Habiba's probably straight face reaction at my words.
"I'm naked." She suddenly said, my eyes snapping open immediately.
I'd be damned if I didn't end up snapping at least two bones from getting up so fast from my mattress, completely alert as my gaze zoned in on the mirror where Habiba was in, my wide eyed gaze locking on her famous deadpanned expression.
My face fell when I found her statement to be only half true.
She had a beige towel wrapped firmly around her small frame, full lips pursed together with impatience as I eyed the towel wrapped around her head as well to hide any strands of her hair from me, making me remember the time she taught me how to wrap my hair up just like that after long showers when she waited for me on the other side of the shower curtain, keeping her eyes on the wall.
"You look good..." I raspily complimented in approval, dark eyes zeroing on the soft skin of her bare shoulders, never seeing them before as she gave me a look.
Well isn't that a great first sight to see.
The sudden thought of potentially seeing Habiba naked first thing in the morning everyday immediately made me grin, a tent forming over my blanket covered crotch, prominent as Habiba's eyes traveled to that bulging area while I leaned back, hands behind my head smirking.
"Classy." She remarked with a dry tone, not even the least bit phased.
"Thanks, offer's up if you wanna fix it." I raised my brows teasingly.
She just blinked at me with a straight face.
"Like it's literally up-" I began when she didn't say anything.
"No, no, you don't need to explain." She stopped me with a calm raise of her hand.
We locked eyes.
"Suck my dick-"
"I'm going to take a shower." She turned with a passive aggressive smile, moving to the bathroom as I couldn't help but smile as well, watching her.
"By the time I get out you better be gone and in class." Her strict voice carried from the bathroom as I threw my head back with a groan, not wanting to go as I brought my stubborn gaze back to the mirror, grumpily ruffling my bed hair before something on the other side turned my frown upside down.
With quick, agile reflexes -which is pretty much me stumbling the fuck out of bed- I scrambled off my mattress to the mirror, pressing my face against it with wide eager eyes, finding a small crack to Habiba's bathroom, giving me a good peek of her back as she approached the shower.
That's it... there we go.... Daddy approves...
I didn't know I was hyperventilating until the damn mirror began to fog up from my breath, causing me to quickly try and rub it away, unsure if I was more eager to see her naked body or her hair.
Fuck, was that really what I was thinking of?
Her fucking hair?
And it wasn't even the hair between her legs.
By the time the reflection cleared Habiba had closed the door, her muffled voice repeating the same, stern, "go to class Harry" phrase I've always woken to as my shoulders slumped in disappointment.
I leaned back against the haunches of my thighs, kneeling pathetically in front of the mirror with a boner as I rubbed my face, blowing out a breath and pushing my hair up.
Today just wasn't my day.
Or any day ever since Habiba went through that fucking mirror.
I looked around my room in confusion, scratching my head with pursed lips and furrowed brows, not really wanting to move.
"Habiba where's my-"
"Bottom right drawer." I heard her loud voice answer through the shower's water jets while I dressed myself, pausing from bringing my boxers up to peer at my dresser, following her instructions and opening the right drawer to find just what I was looking for.
I grabbed my keys in my hand, tossing it in the air before looking back into the mirror at Habiba's closed bathroom door, releasing a low whistle with a slight shake of my head before looking back at the key in my palm.
"What a woman." I murmured under my breath with an impressed grin, putting on the rest of my clothes and washing up in the bathroom before striding towards the exit, stopping when I heard Habiba's shower through the mirror turn off.
"Alright, I'm out." I notified her, lingering at the open door of my dorm, glancing back at the mirror like a child as I patiently rocked on my heels, waiting for our usual routine, morning dialogue.
"Did you eat breakfast?" She asked through the door.
"I'll get something on the way."
"Lunch?"
"Probably some pussy, don't know yet."
"Be serious."
"I am so serious." I mocked, resting my elbow on my doorknob, smiling to myself when I heard her sigh.
"Just don't forget your backpack."
"God I'm not that stupid babe, I have it." I released an exasperated sigh before eyeing the stupid backpack on the ground across the room that I totally forgot about.
"Fuck." I muttered, a small "I hate myself" smile forming over my face as I looked at it.
Keeping my cautious gaze glued to the mirror in case Habiba decided to peek her head out from the bathroom I quickly fast walked across the room, retrieving my backpack and letting one of the straps hang over one shoulder before quickly retreating back.
"Okay I'm done.... I'm gonna leave now..." I trailed out, my words loud and overstretched as I waited for her response.
"Bye." She happily said, causing my face to drop at her short goodbye.
She didn't even bother to say the good part of that bye.
Probably because there was none.
I hated leaving Habiba.
Hated that we were apart.
It's been just a few month but it feels like centuries since we've spent our usual times together.
"Well, guess I'm heading out." I said again, wanting to be relevant in Habiba's busy life for a little bit longer.
"Be safe." She easily dismissed.
I pouted.
Fine, I'll take two words, whatever, doesn't bother me one fucking bit.
With a grumpy expression I stepped out of the room, about to close the door behind me before I heard Habiba call for me, causing me to retract my head back into the room.
"Yeah?" I said at the sound of her voice, brows furrowed curiously as I looked at the mirror before her bathroom door opened, her towel covered head peeping out as she sent me a supportive smile.
"Make good decisions and make me proud, okay?" She grinned, scrunching her nose at me as I blinked, completely frozen with her cuteness before snapping out of it.
"No promises." I let out an almost breathless laugh, mimicking her little action with a scrunch of my own nose her way, making her smile, our gazes lingering a while little longer before I turned and left the room, closing the door behind me.
I proceeded to walk through the hallways with my pulse thrumming wildly throughout my body, a huge goofy smile on my face, and a big boner that I didn't bother to cover as I made my way to class while onlookers stared.
It seemed as though Habiba was more on my mind now that she wasn't in it any longer, if that made any fucking sense.
The whole 'out of sight out of mind' bullshit was the complete opposite of how I felt.
I mean sure I'm happy for her-
"-she's decided to become a director in that shit city she's in. Isn't that hot though? God she's hot..." I sighed, sinking in my seat at the thought of her before going back to whispering to the random guy next to me during class.
"I mean sure I miss all the attention but I've learned more about her than before- she's really getting in tuned with her Muslim religion," I peeked over my book to the girl besides me reading a novel in the library, my discarded homework scattered on the table as I rested my elbows on the table.
"It's like I'm watching her blossom right in front of me, but not even like a flower blossoming, like she's even more majestic than that. Like... like A-cup tits becoming C-cups, yeah, she's becoming a C-cup boob is what I'm trying to say-" I proudly whispered in thought, leaning back in my chair not even reading the book in my hand.
"Shh." The girl hushed me with a slightly irritated expression.
I pressed my lips together, looking down at my book absentmindedly and keeping quiet for a few minutes.
"And I'm talking about the really perky kind of boobs," I casually continued where I left off as the girl's grip on her book tightened, as if strangling the novel.
"But you know, she's got her own life and shit, I do too. You know what sucks?" I asked the same old man who sat at the bar in Habiba's favorite diner where I was in, mouth full of pumpkin pie that I didn't even like as I held the fork in my hand.
"All I can think about is seeing her at the end of the day, like I spend my whole day thinking about her it's fucking ridiculous. And I bet you all the pornos under my bed I'm not even on her mind right now. To top it all of this tastes like shit and I have no idea why I ordered this." By the end of my rant I gestured to my half eaten pie, taking another bite of it anyways and angrily eating with a brooding expression.
"Looks like you've got a lot on your plate." The old man responded with a light laugh at his pun as I slowly turned my head and looked at him, contemplating whether or not to grab whatever thin hairs were left on his practically bald scalp and bash his head down on the counter.
"I'm sorry sir, I couldn't help but overhear your complaints," One of the employees at the diner approached me with a friendly smile as I looked over at the plump woman in front of me with a frown.
"Is your pie perhaps missing something?" She questioned with a look of concern, making me glance down at the dessert before tossing the fork on the plate, crossing my arms over my chest and leaning back.
"No." I simply stated, staring at it in disappointment.
It's missing a someone.
"She's got her own life, own friends, own classes... but it's like I discover something new about her the longer were apart. Did you know she likes meditating? I never knew that." I shrugged, pointing at myself as the girl I was helping with her groceries intently listened with slightly confused blue eyes.
"You think she misses me? I wouldn't say I missed her that much," I broke away from grocery girl's lips, the both of us panting with her straddling my lap in her car as she rested her small hands over my broad shoulders.
"Look, if you're not into this-" The brunette started with flushed cheeks as I quickly grabbed the back of her neck, pushing her lips back against mine as I mumbled a small "I'm into this" against her parted mouth, delving my tongue against hers and holding her body close making her moan, the car windows fogging up.
I pulled away again, one hand traveling to her waist as she looked into my eyes and I looked into hers while I bit my lip in thought.
"But say for example Habiba is thinking about me, do you think it would be the 'I'm worried about him' thoughts or the 'I'm missing him' thoughts." I pondered, wanting the grocery chick's feedback as her face dropped into an offended expression.
Quickly placing her hand over my mouth, she sent me a hard look.
"How about, I make you forget about that Habiba girl you keep talking about hm?" She offered with a wicked smile, her soft suggestive voice filling the warm air between us before she slid down my body, retracting my chair back to give her room to fit between my legs, going on her knees about to unzip my pants before I grabbed her wrists to stop her.
"Wait, can we just... talk." I stopped her, making her look up at me with wide eyes before my body stiffened in realization.
"What?" She blinked.
"What?" I echoed, internally freaking out at the insane request that had left my lips.
"I said suck me off." I quickly corrected with large frightened eyes, fisting a handful of her hair before pushing her head down on my still covered crotch, making her let out a scoff as I tilted my chin up, gazing at the ceiling with a lost look.
What the hell was going on with me, I was more sane with Habiba's voice and words in my head.
I was more myself with her.
Fuck it, I'm not going back to my dorm tonight just to wait in front of that damn mirror like an eager puppy for Habiba to get back.
I have no restrictions, no obstacles, I can do whatever the fuck I want and not have anyone try to stop or control me.
That's it, yeah, I'm gonna get fucking shitfaced tonight and I won't regret it, I'll bring back a few girls to my place and-
"You're not even hard." The grocery girl suddenly huffed, snapping me out of my thoughts and making me bring my head down to stare at her between my legs.
"Oh right, you're still here."
Drunk was fun getting it.
Oh fuck I said that wrong.
It was fun getting drunk.
Okay fixed that.
Everything felt slow in a relaxed, self assuring way as I attempted to put the key in the lock to my dorm room at three in the morning, my lips busy moving against Carla's, one of the girls I picked up at the frat party I was at while her other friend Nia eagerly cupped my crotch, both of them giggling as I finally opened the door, causing us to stumble in with a mixture of slurred laughter and tangled limbs.
I felt their fingers ravel through my hair as did mine, hands touching my hard chest as I took turns kissing the both of them, gripping their hairs and greedily ravaging the two before stopping completely, lids half closed as I heard them both moan out my name.
"Harry," Carla breathed, nibbling my neck on my while I stripped Nia from her tight top.
I grabbed Carla's chin, forcing her to look up into my dark green eyes.
"Say it, say it again." I demanded, turning to look at both of them as I took turns giving them quick kisses across their exposed chests.
"Harry." They breathed out in unison, visibly shaking under my touch as I raised my head.
"Again," I panted, "But say it in a more scolding tone. Less like a moan and more like a wake up call." I slurred, watching as the two stopped to exchange looks.
"Wait, wait," I cautioned, swaying as I sat myself up on the bed, scooting away and bringing my hands up in front of me as I stared at the confused girls.
"Would it be weird if you guys wore these blankets over your heads while we do it." I questioned with a serious tone, holding up my blankets as they blinked at me with wide eyes.
They didn't say anything for a moment, so I raised the blankets closer to them.
"Pretty please." I slurred.
"That is a bit weird." A new voice suddenly said, the same voice that warmed my blood and caused an erratic rhythm to beat inside my chest as I slowly leaned to one side, peering passed the girl's on my bed at the mirror where Habiba was in, staring back at me with a straight face.
Habiba.
"Oh my god, is your mirror talking..." Nia hiccuped with a muffled giggle while Carla slowly blinked at the object as well.
Habiba's hazel eyes traveled to the two, drunk girls on my bed with a stern expression.
"You girls need some glasses of water and a night's rest. It would be best if you two leave and go back to your own dorms instead of spending the night with a man who won't remember your names in the morning." Habiba politely advised as Carla let out a "woah."
Nia turned back to me, pointing a lazy finger at the object.
"That's a smart mirror you have..." she slurred.
"Fuck off Habiba, let me get laid." I couldn't help but snap at her, frustrated with that mutual expression on her face, like she didn't even care.
"You don't know what you're doing." She told me.
"I know exactly what I'm doing and that's these two." I countered, pointing at the girls who looked between me and Habiba in the mirror back and forth as if they were watching a ping pong match.
"Coping with your emotions like this isn't healthy. If only you told me how you felt I would have understood-"
"I don't need your help and I'm going to get laid! Right girls!" I shot back, looking over at Carla and Nia, only to find them passed out, sleeping against each other's slumped shoulders on my mattress.
My frown deepened.
"I miss you." Habiba suddenly said, catching my attention as I snapped my gaze back to her, eyes wide before I quickly composed myself.
"Liar." I slurred, rubbing my face.
"I'm not lying." She promised, warm voice comforting as I felt my defense weaken under her gentle gaze.
I picked at my blanket, looking up at her and locking eyes before shyly looking back down.
"Promise?" My raspy voice was slower than usual, which was saying something since my voice was naturally slow as fuck.
"Promise." She smiled, surprising me by bringing her arms up.
"Now come here, I waited for you since nine p.m." Habiba said, keeping her arms raised as if to embrace me in a hug, causing me to excitedly scramble off my bed to the mirror, hugging the frame like I was hugging her as my cheek touched the cool glass.
"You need to take better care of yourself." She sighed, hugging the mirror from the other side as well before we pulled away as she studied my blood shot, heavy lidded eyes.
"Alright, I need you to get yourself a glass of water- oh, make sure to drape a blanket over the two girls. Also wash your hands, you were out all night and.. and..." Her voice trailed off when I pressed my palm against the clear barrier between us, sending her a longing look as her gaze softened and she placed her hand against mine through the mirror.
"I need you." I selfishly told her, breaking the silence as her eyes locked with mine.
"I need you too." She whispered, her voice genuine as I felt the cool glass underneath my fingertips suddenly warm against the mirror, causing me to retract my hand back as I Habiba's statement and mine seemed to echo straight from the mirror, bouncing off the walls of my room with a mixture of faded "I need you's" in both mine and Habiba's voice.
And that's when I watched as Habiba's hand went right through the barrier, passing the mirror right in front of me to the both of our surprise.
AN: ahh shitttttttt