The Girl in the Mirror (Harry Styles fanfic)

Chapter 22

Chapter 22

Sienna’s POV

We stand facing one another, our hands entwined together. The green of his eyes seems to sparkle, whilst I stare back at him. The smile on his face is delicate almost surreal, none of this seems real. I’m still slightly tipsy, his cheeks are still flushed pink and his eye slightly glazed, showing he is too. I was drunk earlier, a happy drunk, but this has sobered me up drastically. My heart races in my chest, thumping against my chest like a wild bird in a cage.
I just can’t believe we are doing this, I can’t believe I am marrying Harry. I am about to do something I never believed I was made for, I never even believed in marriage before. I didn’t believe in love either though, not until I found him. The minster speaks, speaking the words to seal our marriage and unite us as one. I can hardly even concentrate, the words and everything that is happening isn’t fully sinking in.
I pull my gaze reluctantly from Harry, staring around at the room we are in. I want to remember it, I want to remember everything here and remember this moment. The room is only small, it could only fit about twenty people in here. The room is lined with white wooden benches, with a runway down the middle, leading to the altar. There are white roses fixed to the end of each bench. The carpet we stand on is a dark maroon colour, standing out as the rest of the room is white. The walls are white, with white veils hanging from them, they hang in loops from the ceiling. The altar is covered with white candles and flowers. There are two lamps and two statues, carved into angels as well.
The room is beautiful, this entire experience is beautiful. I just never thought when I was a little girl that this would be my wedding day. The older I got the more I became fixed on never getting married, I never imagined this day. I never fixated on what I wanted, or what I would wear, I suppose in that sense this is perfect. I think just being here with him, marrying him is perfect. He makes it perfect, he makes me believe in everything again.
The two strangers we asked to be our witnesses, sit on the front row on the wooden benches. They don’t seem to know who Harry and I are, or if they do they aren’t interested. It all feels delusional as our eyes meet again and we start to giggle like a couple of school girls. We try to keep straight faces throughout the ceremony, but it proves difficult.
He smiles at me, lips pressed together as he does and it makes me believe I am the luckiest woman in the world. I am so lucky to have him and to be with him. We start to speak our vows, repeating the words said by the minister. We both find it difficult to keep a straight face and it is clear the minister is getting frustrated with us. He has to bite his bottom lip, probably to stop himself from having a go at us.
I wonder if this is the happiest day of Harry’s life, like it is mine. We speak our vows, exchanging rings as we do. They aren’t the kind of rings we wanted, but we bought them here, so they will have to do for now. We will replace them once we get the chance. This isn’t about the rings though, it’s all about me and Harry, becoming one.
The whole ceremony goes by in a blur, making me wish I had appreciated every moment more. We eventually seal our marriage with a kiss, making it official. We are husband and wife, I am married to Harry! It still doesn’t feel real and I still don’t know how I feel about it. I just know I am happy and that I want him, more than I have ever wanted anyone before.
We smile and laugh as our witnesses throw confetti over us and then we pose for pictures, with and without the minister. Harry looks so handsome, smiling widely and I admire how gorgeous he looks. I am thankful that we both dressed up, so our wedding pictures look nice.
We hold hands, smiling and laughing happily. We go into the gift shop and we buy every bit of tacky merchandise that we can get, all with our wedding picture on the front of them. They have cups, key rings, pictures, calendars, and even mouse mats. I don’t know what we will do with it all, but we can’t help buying them.

“I can’t believe we are married” I say in disbelief.

I turn to look at him, a grin is plastered across his face as he looks back at me.

“Me neither.”

It makes me so happy, seeing how much all of this means to him. We might laugh and joke our way through this, but we mean it all. We mean the vows and the exchanging of rings.

“We are going to get in so much shit for this” he laughs.

He’s right, we will be in huge trouble from everyone, especially Simon. He will be furious when he finds out, but none of that matters. The only thing that matters is that Harry is happy and that means I am too.

“Thanks babe. You’ve made this the best birthday I’ve ever had.”.

He stops us from walking, leaning down and he connects our lips together. His lips are soft against mine, reminding me how much I love kissing him. I wish I could tell him how I feel and that I could be more open with him. If I could I would thank him for making this the best trip of my life. I will get there, one day I will.

Harry’s POV

We walk out of the chapel, carrying our wedding memorabilia in large bags and holding onto each other with our spare hands. We walk towards the waiting cab, she lays her head on me and holds onto me tightly. I hold her back, never wanting to let her go. I still can’t believe we are married, I have married Sienna Star. This whirlwind, up and down romance has gotten serious.
I can honestly say I love her, I love her more than I’ve ever loved anyone before. The pain and hurt I have experienced in the past has gone, like distant memories. I can’t remember how to feel anything, other than love. This mind tingling, overwhelming love. She somehow makes everything ok and she makes me happy. She makes me happier than I have ever been before.
I open the door for the cab, allowing her to climb in first, before I put all of our bags on the floor in the back of the car. I walk around the back of the cab, once I have shut the door and I open the far side, climbing in beside her. She rests her head on my chest and I wrap my arms around her, pulling her into me. Her hair tickles my nose and the vanilla scent from her hair, warms me inside.

“Did you think when you first met me, we’d end up getting married?” she asks.

She traces her fingers up and down my leg, sending tingles through my body. I close my eyes enjoying this simple touch. She drives me crazy, nobody has ever made me feel how she makes me feel. This is all a new experience, an indescribable desirable experience.

“I don’t know, I mean I never thought we would move this fast. I’m happy though, really happy. I knew from the moment I met you we had something, I know it would be more than friendship” I admit.

I have always wanted her, even more when I met the real her. I knew from the first night in that bar, when she opened up slightly. I knew she was special, I just never dreamt she’d feel the same. I never believed for a moment someone like her would want me, but she did. She wanted me and that’s why we are here now.

“What do you think the guys will say?”

I can tell she is feeling vulnerable by it, her cheeks flushing red and she twiddles with the bracelet on her wrist. She won’t admit it out loud, but I know deep down all she wants is to be accepted and to be loved. I’m not sure what the others will say, I like to think they will be happy for me, but I don’t think they will be. I can’t let that bother me though. This is my life and I won’t be in One Direction forever. I have to think about life after them and I know for sure that life has to involve her. I want her and everyone around us will have to accept that.

“They will think we’ve both gone crazy” I chuckle.

I don’t want to upset her by telling her how angry they will probably be. She doesn’t need to hear that, I’m protecting her from it. I will shelter her from their judgement and everyone else’s for that matter.

“What will your friends say?” I ask.

I want to know more about her world, I want to be involved in it all. I feel like I know less about her, than she does about me. I want to know everything, even the bad.

“What friends?” she answers sadly.

She shifts in her seat, indicating she feels uneasy having this conversation with me. I’m intrigued now, I need to know more. I want to know who is important and who isn’t to her.

“What about your family then?” I probe further.

“What family?” she responds.

My brow furies, crinkling together tightly. I try to understand what she is saying and I realise I’ve married her, yet I know hardly anything about her. I don’t know about her past, or most of her life either. She has kept most of her past hidden, even when I have questioned her on it. Her body starts to stiffen beneath me, tensing up at every question I ask. I’m not sure now if I have just made the biggest mistake of my life marrying her, or not.

***

We got back to the hotel safely, managing to avoid the fans and media. We sit across from each other on the bed, both of us sat cross legged. We’ve just sat and talked, really talked and I am starting to learn who she is. I’m not tired, not even slightly and the last thing I want to do is sleep. I want to stay awake and learn everything I can about her. I want to know her entire story and she wants to know mine too. I will tell her everything, anything she wants to know, I will tell her.
She keeps talking and I know then I have no regrets. I don’t regret for a single second marrying this fascinating woman before me. I learn why she is so closed off and cold at times. She wanted to know about me and my past. I was lucky compared to her, I had a good childhood. My parents got divorced when I was younger, but they never argued in front of me and my sister. They never showed us any animosity and are actually good friends now. I had a privileged upbringing, anything I wanted I got. I hate knowing she didn’t have any of that.
She is trying to tell me things, but I can tell it is hard for her to talk about them. She is holding things back and I hope in time she will be able to open up about everything. I won’t pressure her into telling me everything, I will let her tell me when she is ready. She has already told me how her parents gave her up when she was a baby and that she spent her early years being fostered by different families. I never knew any of this and it’s strange to think she has no idea where she came from.
She told me she was adopted when she was a few years old and the older she got the harder it was to get on with her adoptive parents. They were really religious and made sure she knew she was adopted. They were never loving towards her and extremely strict. She was embarrassed when she admitted that she desperately craved love from then when she was younger, but as she got older she realised she could live without it. It all makes sense, it shows me why she finds it hard to be affectionate. This is all down to why she has taken so long to open up to me.
She left home when she was sixteen and has tried ever since to find her real parents, but to no avail. She admits she still looks for them now, but she still has no idea who they are. I hate seeing the hurt in her eyes as she opens up to me, the sadness she can’t hide. She even tells me how she went to London and slept rough for a while. It seems near impossible to imagine the superstar who sits before me once had nothing.

“So what happened when you left home? Where did you go?” I ask curiously.

I am drawn into her story, curious to where it all leads too. I want to know how she became the person she is today. She licks her lips, preparing herself to tell me her story.

“I hitchhiked to London and I slept rough for a while, finding shelter anywhere I could. I started busking in tube stations and one day some guy came up to me, asking me if I’d consider performing at his pub. I got noticed after a few performances and then I was booking slots all over London. Someone noticed me not long after and the next thing I knew Simon wanted to meet me. I met him, he signed me and the rest is history”.

Her story amazes and intrigues me. She has been through a lot to get to where she is today, not everyone will see that though. They don’t know her and who she is, I am the only who gets the privilege of seeing this side of her.

“So in affect Simon changed your life?”

She has a lot to thank Simon for it seems and so have I. He has not only discovered her, but he also signed us up to support her on tour. He has brought her into my life and saved her from life on the streets.

She nods “I would probably be dead now, if it wasn’t for him. I hate him at times though for dragging me into the spotlight. I like to think if he hadn’t signed me, I’d be normal now and I’d be able to walk down the street with no fears.”

Her eyes fill with tears, although she tries to hide it. I take her hand in mine, squeezing it gently and running her thumb over her hand.

“You would never have met me though” I grin back.

She smiles “True.”

I can’t remember my life without her, I don’t know what I did before her. She is the most important person in my life now. I wouldn’t know what to do without her and I hope she feels the same. A light smile lays on her lips, brightening up her face.

“So tomorrow we’re going to head back?” I ask reluctantly.

I don’t want to go back, I would never go back if I had a choice. I would stay here with her forever if I could. We could stay here in blissful harmony with her.

“I suppose so, we have to face the consequences eventually” she sticks out her bottom lip playfully.

I kiss her lips lightly, tasting the small hint of champagne on them. There will be serious consequences for both of us, but it has been worth it. I would do it all again, I would go through it all for her. I know now though, we can get through anything together.