The Girl in the Mirror (Harry Styles fanfic)

Chapter 21

Chapter 21

Sienna’s POV

My eyes slowly flutter open, facing the wall. I smile to myself remembering last night and I turn over expecting to be greeted by the man who put the smile on my face, but he isn't there. I am greeted by an empty space, making me quickly sit up and look around the room for him. He isn't here and I rub my head wondering where he is. I don’t have a hangover, surprisingly considering how much alcohol I consumed last night. I imagine Harry is feeling delicate though, he doesn't drink like me, so he won’t be used to it.
I climb out of bed, stumbling slightly as I do. I laugh to myself thinking maybe I haven’t got a hangover because I am still drunk. I see Harry’s shirt laying on the floor from last night. I pick it up, slipping my arms into the sleeves and fastening up a few buttons, hiding my modesty. I can smell his scent on his shirt and I hold the sleeve to my nose, breathing in his scent. I love the way he smells, his cologne and everything that is him.
I walk out of the bedroom and into the living area, I’m surprised when he isn't there. Where is he? Maybe, he has gone out to get us breakfast. I am about to throw myself down on the sofa, but before I do I hear a noise. I walk back into the bedroom and the noise gets louder. I walk closer to the bathroom and I hear humming.
I walk to the door and I open it to see him relaxing in the huge bath, big enough for two. His eyes are closed and I see earphones in his ears, his IPod resting on the ledge of the bath. He looks so relaxed and peaceful, making I just stand here admiring him for a little while. I could stare at him all day, his perfect jaw line and muscular arms.
I walk closer to him, without him even realising I am in the room. He can’t hear anything, just the music playing in his ears. I quickly remove his shirt, pulling it over my head in one quick motion.
I walk up the steps leading to the bath and I carefully place my right foot in the bath, finding the bottom and then stepping my other foot in. I climb down, so I am kneeling in the water, between his feet. His eyes suddenly open widely, staring at me with his brows knitted together and then he breaks into a big grin. He grins at me, removing his earphones and placing them and the IPod on the steps leading up to the bath.
I move closer to him, pressing my finger to his lips, indicating for him to be quiet. He just stares back at me, silently and with his head slightly tilted. I move closer to him, pressing my bare breasts against his toned midriff. He stares at me in confusion, sweet innocent confusion.
I wrap my fingers around his hardened length, without any warning. He gasps as I do and his eyes immediately close, enjoying my touch. I smirk loving how easily turned on I can make him. I slowly move my hand up and down him, earning groans from him as I do.

“Faster” he moans.

I oblige, moving my hand at a quicker speed, giving him what he wants. He bites down on his lip, eyes scrunched together and he loses himself in my touch. I keep pumping my hand, up and down his shaft, building up a quicker rhythm.
He grips my hair, dragging me closer to him, without my hand leaving him. He crashes his lips against mine, hungrily and in desperation. His tongue enters my mouth, moving smoothly with my own. He moans in my mouth as I flick my thumb over his tip, adding extra pleasure. We keep kissing, passionately and urgently. I keep pleasuring him, waiting for him to come undone. He moans into my mouth, making me smirk against his lips.
I pull back, watching him lose control. I am the only woman who can pleasure him like this, nobody has ever made him feel, how I make him feel.

“Fuck, I’m close!”

He almost growls the words, unable to control himself. He curls his toes, gripping the edge of the bath, with his hands. He tries to do anything to let this feeling last as long as possible. I move my hand even faster, even though my arm is starting to ache. I press my lips on his chest, leaving a trail of small kisses on him and I silently urge for him to let go.

“Fuckkkkk!”

He moans out the words as he releases his load, almost going under the water as he does. I release his length, moving my hand to his chest.

“Happy Birthday babe” I smirk.

He laughs lightly, finally coming down from his high. He leans into me, kissing my lips lightly.

“That’s a good way to celebrate being a year older!”

His laugh sounds through the bathroom, making me smile along with him. He wraps his arm around me, smiling contently as he does. I feel a strange feeling inside, I’m not sure what it is, but I do know one thing. I want to give him the best birthday he has ever had. I want him to remember this as the best birthday ever.

***

We spend the majority of our day having sex, christening literally every inch of our hotel suite. I’m used to having a lot of sex with partners, but it never felt like this. It feels completely different having sex with Harry, good different of course. Right now, I’m aching and I feel like it’s the day after an intense gym session. They do say sex is the best form of exercise! I think that might be true.
We eventually agreed to venture out of our hotel suite. Although, he couldn’t keep his hands to himself on the way down to the restaurant. We got a few unpleasant looks, which only made us laugh. It didn’t stop him, in fact it encouraged him.
I smile at him, him sitting across from me in the hotel restaurant. I hold my large glass of wine in my hand, sipping the white wine as we talk. He smiles happily, telling a story and he takes a mouthful of his beer. I finish the bottom of my glass, leaning over and filling my glass, with the rest of the wine that’s in the bottle on our table.
I watch him eagerly, waiting to hear the end of a story about his childhood. I love listening to him, he has so many interesting things to say and so many stories to tell. I love how he tells the stories as well, it’s like he is back in the moment. The dramatic hand movements and expression on his face, add to the tale. I love the way he stares at me, like there is only me and him in the entire world, and the words he speaks will only ever be told to me. I like that the most about him, I think. 
I admire his choice of outfit, I swear he always looks perfect. But tonight he is beyond perfection. His dimples are on show and his eyes shine, the green of them looking intense. He’s wearing his trademark black skinny jeans, a black buttoned up shirt, a tight fitted black blazer and smart black boots. We look like complete opposites, he dressed in dark colours and me in light. It works though, we seem to work.
I don’t know if it is the wine talking, or that he makes it impossible for me to resist him, but I would love to rip his clothes off him. I would let him take me right here, on this table, but I don’t think either of us will have any energy left.
I run my finger around the top of my wine glass, listening to every word he speaks. He smiles as he speaks, making me feel beautiful just by his gaze. He makes me feel good, nobody has ever made me feel this good before.

“Have I told you how fucking sexy you look in that dress?”

He wiggles his eyebrows at me, making me blush slightly. He makes me feel like a giggling teenager, blushing at his sweet words. What is happening to me? I don’t say anything, unsure of how to respond. I do feel good tonight though, mainly down to my dress. It’s a baby pink colour, strapless and comes to just above my knee. It is made of lace, a thin layer of fabric beneath the lace to hide my modesty. It is covered in jewels and probably costs more than a car, but I get things like this for free. The privilege of being a famous pop star.
I smile at him, thinking for a moment that we look like your typical perfect Hollywood couple. I like that about us, I like how well suited we are. My shoes are making my feet ache, even though we are sat down. They clearly weren’t my wisest move. They are a simple silver heeled sandals, with a high heel. I am nearly as tall as Harry in them, well I am still a couple of inches shorter than him.
I drink some more wine and before I know it I am at the bottom of my glass, the bottle already empty. He seems oblivious to how quickly I am drinking, which is a relief. I don’t want us to argue over my excessive drinking. This whole trip has been perfect and I don’t want to spoil it, like I normally do.

“Do you think there will be loads of people outside the hotel?” he asks.

“Probably. Why?”

There is no question about it. There will be loads of people, wanting to get a glimpse of us and loads of paparazzi wanting a picture.

“I just fancied going out, maybe doing some sightseeing” he sighs “Maybe, another time.”

I can see the disappointment on his face, although he tries to hide it. It isn’t fair really, we have come here and we are almost trapped. It’s sad that our fame added together stops us from doing what we want. This is his first time in Vegas and he is missing out on the main attractions of coming here. He hasn’t done any gambling, which is why you come to Vegas!

“No, we’ll go. I’m sure we can ditch the crowds.”

His smile grows, making me feel happy too. I just hope we can ditch the crowds. I want him to enjoy tonight, I want to enjoy it with him. I want his day to end perfectly.

***

I take a deep breath, taking Harry’s hand in mine and we walk to the exit of the hotel. I can hear the crowd from here, confirming what I already knew. It is going to be chaotic, crazy, but I will face it all for him. I will face the cameras, anything to make him happy.
He stops as we reach the doors, turning to me and checking I am okay. He is always so considerate, he’s amazing. I can see the excitement in his eyes, the small smile on his face, which is desperate to turn into a grin.

“Ready?” he asks.

I nod looking confident, but inside my stomach is doing somersaults. He squeezes my hand and with his spare hand, he pushes the door open. We step outside, the night sky greeting us, along with the endless screams and camera flashes. The screams are so loud, they even startle me, although I was expecting them. I walk quickly making our way through the crowds, camera flashes going off brightly. Harry waves and smiles politely at the fans, whereas I don’t. I have no idea how he manages to still be so nice, especially in situations like this.
He lets go of my hand, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me closely to him. I wrap an arm around his waist and use the other to cling to the arm wrapped around me. I want him close to me, protecting me and he doesn’t let me down. He never lets me down. He holds me close, allowing me to appreciate him. I appreciate every single part of him and everything about him.

‘Harry! Sienna!’
'What tattoos did you get?
'Are you together?'
'Where are the boys, Harry?'
'How have you celebrated your birthday?'

The paparazzi shout questions at us, which we ignore. I scowl at them in my usual way and Harry smiles at them, still being friendly. I wish I could be as nice as him, but these situations just piss me off. I hate their intrusive questions, wanting to know everything about you.
We make our way through the crowd, people trying to grab us and thankfully we are able to shrug them all off. I want to scream at them and tell them to ‘FUCK OFF’. I somehow manage to keep my temper under wraps, knowing the media will feed off my outburst if I do.
We get onto the street, walking together down the pavement and a swarm of people follow us, calling our names. We search for a cab, anything to get us away as quickly as possible from the hordes of people.

“There’s a cab” Harry tells me.

We rush to the cab, Harry opening the car door and allowing me to get inside first. He quickly joins me, slamming the door shut behind him. The cab driver drives away from the crowd, without us even needing to ask, which we are grateful for. I am relieved as the crowd disappears behind us.

“That wasn’t too bad, was it?” he asks.

I turn to him, forcing a smile because my heart is racing with nerves and worry. I can’t relax, not straight after something like that. He places his arm around me, pulling me into his chest, which I allow. I rest my head on his toned chest, closing my eyes and I start to relax. He carefully runs his fingers through my hair, relaxing me further. His alluring scent fills my senses, making it feel like there is only me and him in the entire world.
He is helping me find who I am, the real me, and I like it. I like the person who I am, when I am with him. He is making me a better person, I want to be better for him.
The cab eventually pulls up outside Caesars Palace Casino, which we requested earlier in the journey. I pay the cab driver, giving him a well-earned tip. Harry gets out of the cab first, taking my hand and helping me out too. The cab drives away, once the door shuts behind me. I smile as I watch him, he stares up at the huge white building in awe. It’s amazing how excited he is by everything, I don’t remember ever feeling like that. He holds my hand, walking beside each other towards the building.
The people surrounding the building are more interested in taking pictures in front of the building, than noticing who we are. They just think we are another couple, enjoying what Vegas has to offer. I’m happy for it to stay that way and for us to fade into the background.

“This is incredible.”

He stares up at the high ceilings, carved with pictures, once we are inside. There are statues throughout the lobby, which he insists on having his picture with. I giggle stupidly the whole time I take the pictures. I’m not one for pictures and the whole memory thing, but he is.
We head towards the casino, but before we can go, Harry grabs me. He pulls me into him, arm round my waist and one of my hands laying on his chest. He lifts his camera and I smile, genuinely smile, whilst he snaps a picture of us. That’s the one and only picture he will get tonight. He smiles happily, putting the camera in his pocket.

“Now, are you ready to gamble?” I ask.

He nods over excitedly, like always. I walk slightly ahead of him, pulling him along by his hand. He smiles happily as we head towards the roulette tables.

***

The evening is spent in a sea of casino chips, free champagne and mass amounts of money lost. I haven’t had this much fun, or laughed this much in ages. We are both drunk, a happy drunk though. We head out of the casino, deciding we have lost enough money for tonight.
He’s had an amazing birthday, insisting he doesn’t want the night to end. If I am honest, I don’t want it to end either. We hold hands, walking through central Vegas and he makes me laugh at his ridiculous knock knock jokes. They wouldn’t normally be funny, but the alcohol makes them more enjoyable. I can’t help laughing at everything he says, usually due to how he says them.
We are followed by paparazzi and we let them take some pictures of us, mainly because I am drunk. Harry even insists we stop and sign autographs for fans, who ask and we even pose for some pictures with them. He wants to make everyone around him happy and somehow that is rubbing off on me too. We aren’t stopped too much though, most people leaving us alone because they are more interested in what Vegas has to offer, than we do.
We keep walking, him being over affectionate, which I secretly enjoy. He keeps pulling me closely to him and kissing me. The paparazzi leave us alone eventually, stopping now we have given them pictures.
The bottom of my feet start to burn, which isn’t surprising considering these heels. This is one of the shit things about being a girl, wearing heels. I start to limp slightly, which he notices quickly. He stops walking, making me stop too. He stands in front of me, bending down and he grabs my legs, causing me to squeal. I laugh loudly as he lifts me onto his back, giving me a piggy back. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his stomach. I rest my chin on his shoulder, kissing his cheek every so often. I am becoming way too affectionate, something I haven’t been before. He is seriously too good to be true and I feel like I am dreaming. I feel like any minute now someone is going to wake me up and tell me it has all been a sweet dream, and not real life.
We sing loudly to random songs, not caring who hears us and what attention we bring to ourselves. I am well aware people are filming us, but all we can do is laugh. The alcohol consuming us.
We walk for what feels like hours, well he walks, and I stay on his back. He doesn’t complain about carrying me, I’d even say he enjoys it. I close my eyes, snuggling my head into the nook of his neck, and suddenly he stops in his tracks. I open my eyes and stare ahead at what he is looking at. There is a small, cute, white building in front of us and the sign on it says ‘A Little White Wedding Chapel’. I stare in awe, amazed at the infamous building.

“Let’s get married” he says quietly.

My heart feels like it has stopped, whilst I try to register his words. My mouth hangs open, my throat drying up and I don’t say anything. Has he gone crazy? Does he even know what he is saying?
My pulse starts to race the longer goes by and he doesn’t take the words back. The butterflies in my stomach go crazy, fluttering around.

“Are you serious?”

I don’t know how the words leave my mouth, I seem to be in too much shock to speak sense.

“Yes” he answers simply.

He speaks so seriously, telling me he is deadly serious about this, but I can’t take him serious. He can’t mean this, he couldn’t possibly mean it. This is barbaric, crazy even! Why would he want to marry someone like me?

“It’d be funny” I say.

I gulp expecting him to laugh and agree with me, but he doesn’t. He puts me down and turns around to face me. His face is deadly serious, making me feel even more nervous than I already did.

“No, I want to marry you because I love you. I am madly in love with you.”

His words don’t seem real and I want to pinch myself, anything to prove this is real. I want to believe he means this, but it’s so hard when you don’t understand what love really is. This is the first time he has said he loves me and I want to say it back. I want to tell him I love him too because of course I do. 
He can see how scared I am by the look on my face, so he takes my hand in his. He moves it to his lips, tracing his soft plumps lips, along my skin.

“I love you too” I manage to admit.

They are words I never thought I’d say to anyone and mean them, especially not Harry. I never thought I would ever mean them, but I really do mean them. He smiles, dimples on show as I speak the words he wanted to hear.

“Let’s do it then, if you want too.”

He is starting to feel vulnerable, doubting that I want this, but I do. I want to do this, I want him. I’m just scared and it takes every bit of courage I have in me to nod. My head tells me I am crazy, pleading with me not to knock down the walls I have built up. My heart tells me I need this, I need to finally let go and allow myself to be happy. He’s the one who can make me happy.

“Come on then baby, let’s do this.”

He smiles, leading the way and pulling me towards the chapel. My heart is in my throat as I follow him, too many emotions filling me. There is an element of excitement and then an element of fear, all building up as we walk into the building. I can’t believe we are doing this, I am going to marry Harry. Everyone will be furious with us and I don’t care. The only thing that matters now is me and him. I want to be with him and he wants to be with me, which means being Mrs Styles is what I want, more than anything else.