Maybe it would have been a lot cooler and more dramatic if everything was in slow motion.

Unfortunately it all happened much too fast.

One minute I'm pressing my hand against the glass with a frown, staring at Harry's saddened face and just thinking about how I needed to be with him, that I would do anything to be by his side before the material beneath my fingers began to dissipate before my eyes, forming into an almost thick, clear liquidy substance as my hand went through.

Gravity seemed to take a toll on me since I was practically leaning all my weight against the now non-existent barrier as I let out a startled yelp with wide, shocked eyes, unceremoniously falling right through the mirror passing over to Harry's side until I landed face first on the floor of his dorm since Harry had hung the mirror slightly up on the wall.

"Ow." I made a face, sitting myself up and rubbing my forehead before my hazel eyes met Harry's enlarged, bloodshot green ones, his sharp jaw slack with astonishment as he gazed at me in disbelief, frozen just a few inches away from me.

With nothing to separate us.

"Harry," I straightened, just as stunned as he was when I took in my surroundings, finding myself in our old room before glancing over my shoulder at the mirror behind me, my bedroom right through it as I snapped my head back to Harry who pointed at me with a dropped jaw.

I brought my hand up to touch him, to push the long strands of brown hair that were falling over his forehead only to stop myself, my fingers flinching back before I could make contact, afraid that I would go right through him again, that I would no longer have a physical form like I did in Simpli-City.

"I'm- I'm scared." I whispered, swallowing nervously as our gazes locked.

"I'm not." Harry finally said, wasting no time
in grabbing the hem of my hijab, pulling me to him with one strong pull, moving forward with open arms at the same time causing our bodies to fully crash as I fell back to the floor with a startled, choked cry, while Harry tackled me in a hug.

My mind couldn't fully process the fact that Harry and I were actually making physical contact as Harry nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck like an attention deprived cat, somewhat crushing me with his much bigger frame as my arms found their way around his broad shoulders.

I've always imagined how it would feel like to actually touch Harry, I just never expected to feel such soft skin over the hard muscles of his arms, with Harry too busy cuddling into me to notice the way my fingers traced the design of his tattoos in wonder, my mouth in the shape of a small curious 'O' before I eyed his brown locks of hair that grew a little past his shoulders.

Hesitantly, I brought my hand to his head of hair, gently patting the locks as my eyes widened in awe.

"Soft." Harry and I both breathed out, my gaze trained on his hair and his attention on my body as he rested the side of his face between my chest, smiling.

I knew changing his conditioner was a good call.

"I missed you too." I wheezed out, voice slightly strained with how tight Harry was holding me, now fully delving my fingers into his soft hair and massaging his scalp as he brought his head up to look at me, our bodies and faces the closest they've ever been as he hovered over me, his hair falling slightly over my own face.

Harry was uncharacteristically silent, observing me before he propped his body up with one elbow on my side, peering down and slowly bringing his hand to my face, making me close my eyes and hug myself as I felt his fingers gently run across my eyelids, then skimming my lashes making them flutter slightly.

He took his time to trace all the features on my face, from sliding his pointer finger across my jawline, to gliding the pad of it across my nose bridge then to my lips where he took the longest time, making sure to bring his finger down across my mouth and dragging my lower lip slightly with its descent just to watch it snap back to place in astonishment.

I smiled at that as I brought my hands up, feeling the slight scratch of his stubble over his sharp jawline against my skin before his hand wandered back to my nose, tapping it.

Then he brought his thumb under my nose, pushing it up causing my nostrils to look bigger, giving me a pig face as I scowled, swatting his hand away as he laughed while I tried to hold back my smile.

"I always thought about what it would be like to hold you..." Harry trailed off, raising his hand for mine as our palms touched, our eyes watching our fingers intwine, my small hand in his before he placed his head back down against my chest, still holding my hand.

"Do you like it?" I curiously wondered, resting my face against the top of his head.

"Yeah, it feels really good. Like better than a blowjob good." He sighed with content, warm body pressed against mine, as if afraid that I'd disappear in his arms altogether.

"That's actually a lot coming from you." I admitted in surprise after a few moments.

"Right?" Harry acknowledged, words still slurred as I smiled.

Despite my growing success and social life back in Simpli-City, there was nothing that could beat laying with Harry and holding his hand until we both fell asleep.

Even if that meant that one of the drunk girls Harry had taken home tripped over us on the ground, yelling a "I have to use the bathroom!" at five in the morning.

It seemed as though everything just fell into place after that day.

Harry and I would go to any morning classes we needed to attend that day in our own dimensions, then once they were over I'd cross through the mirror and we would spend the rest of the day and night together.

I could now freely go through both dimensions, whether it was because of Harry's need and mine to be together or some other force I still have no idea.

We had unconsciously become one of those couples that never stopped touching each other aside from the fact that we weren't even a couple to begin with.

It wasn't even inappropriate touching, well, not on my part of course.

Either way no matter what, if Harry and I were just doing our own thing together we always had to be touching.

Whether it was sitting on his bed watching a movie on his laptop where my legs were on his lap or he was playing with the hem of my hijab.

Even him just walking around as I tailed behind him, holding the back of his shirt and reading a book just because I felt like it.

There were times where I would just rub his chin or stroke his face with the back of my hand whenever he's near me and Harry would just close his eyes and smile, trying to lean into my touch like a pleased kitten.

Now that we were separate, we were closer than ever.

"Can I see your hair?" Harry questioned out of the blue one day, watching me scribble down a few plots for some upcoming shows I was working on as he rested the side of his face on the table.

"Technically yes, but no." I reached out to ruffle his hair, making him pout before he grabbed my wrist.

"Can I touch your hair?" He countered, raising his head and holding my wrist, running the pad of his thumb across my skin as I looked up from my work to meet his curious gaze.

"I won't be looking, just feeling." He insisted with an innocent look, as if staring into my soul before I let out a sigh of defeat, taking my reading glasses off and tossing my pencil on the table before moving my chair to fully face him.

Harry instantly perked up, biting his lip, grinning and scooching closer until our knees were touching.

I couldn't help but smile at his reaction, the eagerness in his bright, green, eyes as I slipped my hand underneath my headscarf, taking my long, black hair out of its bun, the locks still hidden before I brought my hand out for Harry's.

He leaned closer, actually squinting his eyes as if to catch a small glimpse of my hair through the small gaps of my hijab, making me mimic his face with a laugh before slowly bringing his wrist to the side of the fabric around my head, slipping his hand underneath my head scarf.

His breathing could be heard in the silent room, as did mine when I closed my eyes, feeling Harry gently run his fingers through my hair.

Truth be told, I loved playing with my hair, it felt relaxing.

But it felt ten times better when Harry was doing it to me, which now I see why he likes those little head massages I give him at times while I'm studying.

I think Harry noticed my pleased state as well because he was leaning closer as he repeated the action.

"Soft." He observed, and even with my eyes closed in bliss I could feel his heavy gaze trained on my face.

"Do you like this?" His raspy voice was now a low hush as I felt him twirl a few thick strands of my hair around his pointer finger.

I smiled, feeling calm and relaxed.

"Mhm." I simply hummed in satisfaction.

"This?" He tested, raking his hand across the back of my scalp as I sighed.

"Yes." I confirmed, eyes still closed.

"How about..." His mischievous voice trailed off, holding a much darker tone I knew all to well causing me to almost open my eyes before he did something that surprised me.

"This." Harry's fingers intertwined with my locks, grabbing a fistful of my hair and gently tugging as my mouth dropped and my eyes fluttered, a shaky gasp leaving my lips before I realized how my body was reacting when I opened my eyes, finding his face to be only a few inches away from mine.

"Interesting..." His eyes raked over my face in approval, dark and dangerous as he darted his tongue out to wet his lips, still holding my hair back.

"Your eyes are dilated pumpkin. Someone likes getting their hair pulled." He lowly chuckled, making me narrow my gaze before I calmly reached out and grabbed a hank of his own hair in a fist, surprising him and making him inhale sharply until we were both gripping onto one another's hair.

"You like it too." I pointed out, watching his pupils dilate slightly as he looked at me, a dirty smirk on his face before we both reluctantly let go, releasing each other's hair and retracting back, leaning away.

Harry surprised me when he held my hand afterwards, the dominant action of him tugging my hair before contrasting the way his fingers were currently intertwining with mine as we went back to our work.

"So only your husband will be able to see you naked and see your hair?" He suddenly asked as I put my reading glasses back on with my free hand.

"Yeah, according to my religion."

"Lucky bastard." Harry scoffed, leaning back in his seat as I opened one of my writing journals, struggling to do everything with one hand since the other was still captured in Harry's large one.

"Lucky bastard." I agreed, reading what I wrote before in concentration as I ran my thumb across Harry's hand absentmindedly.

"We should marry each other." He said after a few moments, as if thoroughly thinking everything through as I suppressed a snort, not tearing my gaze away from the pages of journal.

"That desperate to see hair and boobs huh," I said.

"More like desperate to have you as my wife." Harry corrected, something in his voice making me look up to find a small, thoughtful smile on his handsome face before he released my hand, closing my journal and bringing both of his hands up to squish my face together, making my lips pucker while he looked me dead in the eye.

"Marry me Hubba Hubba."

AN: just bear with me, everything IS SLOWY PIECING TOGETHER DONT WORRY. WE CAN GET THROUGH THIS.

Btw the story that I'll be working on after this is done is already up! It's called Rich Boy if you want to give it a look.