Fairview Ave / H.S

19

Sienna POV

I sit at my vanity, brushing my damp hair slowly. I am already partially dressed for dinner tonight, I just have to change my clothes after I put on make up. We are eating with the Styles Family at a country club down town. I don't know if Harry is going either.

I stare at my phone every few seconds, hoping to get a text from one specific person. Today Harry told me he was going rafting with some of his friends from town. They went at around eleven and it is six now. I haven't heard from him all day, which is fine. I suppose I am just anxious. 

"You look like you're staring at a ghost..or whatever that saying is," I hear a familiar voice comment in my door. I look over my shoulder and see my Mom leaning against the door frame. 

Her brown hair is tucked behind her ears, and a sundress is on her body. A smile is on her lips too, which I suppose is rare. Sometimes when I look at my Mom I feel like a mirror is looking back at me. I feel like I look the most like her, and I get part of my personalty from her too. I might only feel this way too because I don't know that much about my Dad or who he truly is as a person.

"Oh, just staring into space." I play off with a gentle grin. 

I watch my Moms movements in the mirror. She sits on the corner of my mattress and takes a look around. "Can we talk?" She asks.

I tilt my head a bit at her question and sit up straight. "Um," I pause, not knowing how to feel. "Sure." I answer, trying to stay cool.

"A few years ago, your father told me he saw you and Harry kissing," My Mom says. I feel my heart drop and the palms of my hands become really sweaty. "I never asked you about that because it seem like it faded really quick. All the photos in your room changed and you guys stopped being close. I didn't feel like it was my place to ask, or pry, because it is your business. And to be frank, I see photos of other boys appear and disappear so I didn't think it was that serious. Now, the photos are back. So I suppose my question is, what is going on?" 

I take a look around my room and feel my cheeks heat from some photos I decided to put up. Most have Ezra in them, and I found some old ones from when we were kids. I thought I was discrete enough to where it wouldn't matter who are on my walls. I never even knew my parents paid attention either. 

"We are friends," I manage to say. I pull off a fake smile and clear my throat. "And we figured out that the hard way I suppose, but we are fine now."

"Why didn't you come to me?" My Mom asks. I turn around and face her this time. 

"Why would I?" I ask. "And why are you asking now?" 

"I was oblivious then to how close you guys were. And I see it now is all." She says while tilting her head at me. 

"Nothing is going on." I say, pulling off a smile. 

"Okay, but I want you to come to me if you need help," She says. "Or advice, or anything you want to vent about." 

"Oh?" I say, laughing. "What's wrong?" 

"Nothing, I just want to be involved more."

"Right before college?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows. 

"Yes, especially right before college. You are going to be across the country alone. I just want to make sure you know you still have us." My Mom stands up from my bed and flatten down my dress. Her hands rest on my shoulders and she squeezes me softly. 

"Anne doesn't know anything right?" I ask timidly. 

"No, she doesn't," My Mom says while pulling off a smile. "I know she likes having you like a daughter though."