Siren

5. Harry

From: Sienna

Come to me, baby.

What the fuck? Was my only thought. Did I text the wrong number? Did someone else have her phone? This wasn't funny. I needed to talk to her.

To: Sienna

Is this SIenna?

I hit send. Nothing. I waited 5 minutes. Then 10. Then a half an hour. An hour. No reply. Shit. I'd texted the wrong number, obviously. Unless it was her, and that's why she was ignoring me? That sounded more like her than anything. Or maybe she was just asleep. It was pretty late. My eyes were starting to droop, but how was I supposed to sleep when I was thinking about her?

Sienna. Sienna. Sienna. Caramel colored locks about down to her tiny waist. Ivory skin. Big blue eyes. The sarcasm. All the late nights. Her screams. My screams. The Bruises. The tears. The kisses that made it all better. My Sienna. But Sienna, she was complicated. She never told you everything she knew. She was rough around the edges. And she would beat the shit out of you if she had too. She was a drinker, though she'd never say why she was drinking. My Sienna.

But then there was Liam's Sienna. The older Sienna. The more guarded Sienna. The responsible SIenna. The Sienna that made herself forget using her mind, not alcohol, and certainly not guys. Not me. The Sienna that wanted nothing to do with her past. Nothing to do with me.

I never forgot about her. I wanted to, but it really wasn't possible. I met other girls. Had new expiriences. Good times. But for as bad times as we had had together, I still looked back on them fondly. Because for as young as we were, it was real. I really cared about her. It wasn't right for me to sit here and pretend like I didn't, or that I don't. Because since the first time since I saw Sienna since One Direction, I knew I needed to make things okay again. The only problem was, she didn't wan't to make things right. She wanted my memory and me away altogether.

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"Will you sing?" She asked softly."

"Nooooo. You don't wanna hear that." 

"I swear I do! I love hearing you sing." Sienna kissed my cheek. I blushed involuntarily before kissing her lightly on the lips. We were sitting on my bed, My mum had left for church awile ago.

"There's other things I could do for you..." I mumbled as I began to kiss down her neck. She pulled my head up and we began to make-out. Our tongues and hands were everywhere, and I was enjoying every second of it. Suddenly she pulled away.

"Wow." She said. Then she laughed.

"What?" I smiled. She shook her head.

"Nothing, it's just that you're very, well shall we say, 'needy', today?" She chuckled. I laughed with her now.

"So does that mean......?"

"No, you won't be getting any today." She winked. I groaned. She gigggled. I admired her as she laughed at me, her curves, long and full hair, and breathtaking smile.

"You're gorgeous, you know that?" I told her. She blushed and looked down.

"I'm still not having sex with you." She told me, her smile still intact. "But thank you."

"Anytime." I said, and I pulled her off my bed.

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Waking up to your memories is either the greatest pleasure, or the worst kind of nightmare. Actually, Either way is hard. Because in your pleasure, you wake up and remember that that expirience is in the past. Or in the worst case, the nightmare doesn't end. Because the memories that stalked you in sleep also follow you wherever you go.

I've decided I should talk to her. It can't hurt can it? But by the means I will do it I have no idea. How do I even reach her? Her number was a no-go. And there's no way Liam will help.

Should I just drive to her house? I don't know.......what if she's not home? Or what if she just slams the door in my face? Rejection isn't really my thing. I ran my fingers through my curls. Shit. I don't even know where she lives. Well I guess that Idea is out the window. Why must it be so complicated? I looked down and my jeans vibrated. 1 new text.

From: Sienna

Sorry about that last text. Talk about what?

Shivers ran down my spine just reading her name. honestly though, I didn't really know how to reply. She was like a rubix cube, one false square and the whole thing is wacked.

To: Sienna

Meet me at The Brew? At noon maybe?

She was quick to reply that time.

From: Sienna

I'll be there.