Fairview Ave / H.S

21

Sienna POV

I wake up the next morning with my head buried on Harry's chest. 

I guess a good thing about my parents being away, is having him sleepover with me. I am also lucky Ezra is too young to know the difference between girl and boy sleepovers that are relationship related. He assumes it's just as he would have sleepovers back home, so it works in my favor.

"What time is it?" I hear a tired Harry grumble. My heart flutters by the sound of his voice so early. 

I reach over to my phone laying on my nightstand and rub my tired eyes. "Seven," I read, following a yawn after. I look over to the boy next to me who throws the covers over his head.

"Why are you up so early woman?" He says, making me chuckle.

"Ezra is up at eight usually," I answer. "And I am a morning person regardless. But now since I am on baby-sitting duties, I have to be up," I say, sighing a bit.

"I give you props," Harry says, yawning loudly. "On my days off, it's rare that I am up before nine. I can see your life on the other side." The covers fall to his chest and I see his eyes staring at me.

"The other side?" I question, tilting my head.

I lay back down next to him, and watch his lips as he speaks. "The sister side," He says while holding my hand. "The day-to-day you that only your family sees"

"It is not all that different. If anything I am more snappy and that's about it," I say honestly, making Harry snicker. 

His green eyes scan my bedroom, where I suppose he takes a look at the things on my walls. "I never pictured your bedroom to be yellow," Harry says. 

"Really?" I ask, tilting my head. "It's a normal bedroom color I think."

"Is it your favorite color?" He asks.

I pause to think. "Well if we are going based on what I wear, no." I laugh. I don't wear yellow thinking about it. "But I appreciate the aesthetic."

"What is your room color back home?" Harry asks me.

"It is white with an olive green accent wall," I respond. "I actually just painted it in April or something."

"Has this room always been yellow?"

"I think I painted it yellow two or three years ago. The girl who uses his room during the school year loved the idea, so I don't have the heart to change it. Also, with yellow bring me calmness in the morning."

Harry laughs at my last sentence, making me smile. "Hm," He responds with. He gets up from my bed and starts scanning my walls that have tons of photos of people, places, and random other things I enjoy.

"Does your family travel a lot?" He questions. 

"We go on a family vacation every school year during winter break," I answer. "Last year we went to Italy." 

"Did you take a cooking class?" Harry asks while turning around to face me.

"No," I say. "My parents don't feed into my hobbies. It would've been fun though if I did."

Harry nods and keeps scanning the bedroom. Suddenly I feel insecure because he is looking into my world that not many people see. 

"Kayne west tickets?" Harry comments while pointing to the tickets hanging on the board. 

"Maybe if you let me have aux here and there, you would know my music taste," I hum, causing him to laugh.

Harry returns back to the bed, and fits himself between my legs. "I love being in your world," He tells me, making my heart swell.