The Girl in the Mirror (Harry Styles fanfic)

Chapter 56

Chapter 56

Sienna’s POV

I wake up suddenly feeling confused and anxious. I sit up and I realise I’m in my own home and in my own bed. I rub my eyes wondering how long I have been asleep for and I turn to look at my alarm clock. Shit its 6pm! I have slept the entire night and day away. I obviously needed it but I know now I won’t be able to sleep tonight. It’s not like it matters though, I don’t have to be up for anything tomorrow. I stretch my arms into the air and I feel good. I haven’t slept this well in years. I love the softness of my luxurious king size bed. The beds in rehab were so uncomfortable. The mattresses were thin and the pillows were flat but my bed here is perfect. It’s covered in Egyptian cotton sheets and feathered pillows and quilts. I lay here for a while just thinking about life. It’s strange when you start to live life again through sober eyes. Every second counts and time just goes by normally when I’m drunk every second merges into one and I never know what’s going on.

My stomach growls which is a strange feeling because I’m not use to being hungry. The drugs I have taken for so long have always suppressed my appetite. I get up from my warm bed and I slip my feet into my fluffy slippers. I make my way out of the room and go down the stairs to the kitchen hunting for food. I switch the light on in my kitchen and I look around for something to eat. I look through my cupboards to see they’re empty. That’s the trouble with never being here I never go shopping so there is never anything in when I come home. I go into the fridge and I realise I haven’t even got any coca cola to drink. It’s my new favourite drink now that I can’t have vodka. I need to go shopping. The thought of it makes me feel a little excited. Does that make me sad? I haven’t been food shopping in years and I start to day dream about all the delicious drink and food I can buy. I know if I am going to be hauled up in here for the next few weeks I’m going to need some supplies. I know it’s risky though going out and being seen but as long as I get there and back quickly I should be minimally disturbed. Even if the paparazzi find me it’s not like I am going to come back out of my house so they’ll soon move along and get bored. If I don’t give them a story, they won’t want to stick around.

I head back out of my kitchen and back up the stairs. I go into my bathroom and I brush my teeth then I have a quick body shower putting my hair in a sexy blue shower cap so it doesn’t get wet. I rush in the shower and once I’m done I wrap a towel around myself as cocoa butter fills my nostrils from my shower gel. I get dried and I apply my cocoa butter moisturiser to my skin. I go into my bedroom and I put on my underwear. I put on a pair of dark blue jeans and a white blouse that I tuck into my jeans. I apply some base make up and a small amount of mascara so I don’t look too tired and then I brush my hair which hangs in loose waves over my shoulders. I pull on some pumps and then I grab a pair of sunglasses and put them on. I pick up my handbag and hang it on my shoulder as I collect my purse and keys before heading to my car.

I start the car up and head towards Waitrose so I can do my shopping. I stall my car a few times because I’m not use to driving it. Well I’m not use to driving at all. I’m use to being chauffeured everywhere. I sing quietly to the radio as I drive and I can’t help hoping that nobody recognises me. The last thing I want to do is to be stopped to sign autographs and take pictures. It takes me about 20 minutes to get to my destination because of the typical London traffic but I eventually reach Waitrose and I pull into their car park. I struggle to park so in the end I just park in a disabled spot. It’s not like I can’t afford to pay a fine if I get one. I grab my bag, I get out of my car and I lock it behind me. I walk inside, I get a trolley and I start to walk around the store. I am like a kid as I grab item after item and I place them in my trolley. I know I said I was going to eat healthy but I can’t resist the cakes and crisps that are on display so I pile my trolley high and decide I’ll start the healthy eating next week.