The Girl in the Mirror (Harry Styles fanfic)

Chapter 79

Chapter 79

Sienna’s POV

I feel completely drained as the day goes on. My body and mind are completely exhausted and all I want to do is sleep. I slump down on to the floor on stage, my rehearsals finally coming to a close. I have literally danced none stop all day and I am paying the price now. The pain in my feet is excruciating and the lack of sleep is now making it difficult for me to even keep my eyes open. I close my eyes, I could literally just fall asleep right here. I feel sleep washing over me as I allow myself to drift into a world where everything always seems better than reality. A world where nothing is hard or painful, everything there is good. “Hey” I hear above me. I am instantly dragged back to the real world and as I open my eyes I am greeted by a painful reminder, Liam. He looks down at me and he gives me a small smile. The first thing that comes to my mind is the kiss, the kiss he literally forced upon me. I don’t think I will ever be able to look at Liam now without instantly thinking about that unwanted kiss. I hate the memory of his lips on mine, the memory of him kissing me indecently. It’s a horrible reminder that we were never really friends.

I take in his face, he looks just as tired as I feel and that’s clear in his eyes especially. I imagine he hasn’t slept all night, like me. “Can we talk?” he asks sleepily. I don’t want to talk, I want to ignore what happened between us and pretend it never happened. I want to close my mind off to him and what he did to us, our friendship. I don’t speak, even though I know I should hear him out. “Please” he says quietly. He doesn’t want to draw attention to us, but nobody is even paying attention to us. His cheeks flush pink, showing me he is embarrassed about not only approaching me, but about what happened too. I know I have to face him one day, I may as well get it over with now. I nod slowly because I haven’t got the energy to nod with my usual enthusiasm. I suppose I’m not very enthusiastic about this moment and having to face him. He holds his hand down to me and I take it from him. I am too tired and exhausted to not take him up on his offer of helping me up. He pulls me to my feet and as soon as I am on them, I let go of his hand. I start to walk to my dressing room and he follows closely behind me. I really don’t know if I’m going to have the patience for this.

I push open my dressing room door when we reach it and I walk inside. I am met by the sweet scent of vanilla, it’s one of my favourite smells. My dressing room is set out just the way I like it, candles burning, soft music playing and flowers surrounding every surface possible. I use to appreciate these extravagant things, I use to love knowing that people had to rush around getting me these things, I enjoyed the thrill of it. I suppose it was all about the power and knowing I could have whatever I wanted. It doesn’t interest me anymore though, it does nothing for me. I no longer need to validate my life by making other people miserable. I’m not that person anymore. I don’t know now why it ever use to enthral me in the past. I was a horrible person and that’s why all these bad things happen to me now. My past is slowly, but surely catching up with me. I hear Liam gently shut the door behind us, snapping me from my thoughts. I walk to the soft leather sofa that is situated in the middle of the room. It looks so soft and comfortable. I fall backwards on to it and the comfort of it makes me want to sleep. I could just fall asleep.

I close my eyes as I feel the space beside me dip. I know without opening my eyes that Liam is now sat next to me. I know he wants to talk, but I am so tired all I want to do is sleep. I just want to go to sleep and wake up where everything is ok. Why can’t it all be ok? I want to forget what he did, but it isn’t that easy for me. I can’t just ignore what he did, I am forever going to be wary of him now. If we do move on from this every slight movement towards me he takes, I am going to think he is trying to kiss me. Every touch we share, I am going to think there is more in it from his side. I feel his hand on my leg and he squeezes it gently, in a caring way. I keep my eyes closed, knowing if I look at him we will have to talk about everything. “I’m sorry” he whispers. I know he means it, but he has already said sorry. I told him that sorry wasn’t good enough, I don’t know what would be good enough though. I don’t speak, neither does he and soon I hear him snoring lightly beside me. I want to get up, move away from and walk out. I don’t want to wake him up though and I don’t want to disturb him because even though I am mad at him, I know the only reason he is this tired is down to me. He stayed awake all night to protect me and even though we can’t go back, it doesn’t mean I don’t care about him. I will always care about him, just not in the way he wants me to care. I let go and finally give into the sleep my body desperately craves.

Liam’s POV

I slowly wake up, aching all over. I don’t know how it’s possible, but I feel worse than I did before I fell asleep. My head hurts and my body aches, I feel shattered still. I have only been asleep an hour or something, it can’t have been any longer or I’d feel better. I turn my head to the side, Sienna is sleeping soundly beside me. She looks cute when she sleeps. Her mouth is open slightly and she has a confused look on her face. I could sit watching her sleep all day, but that would be creepy. She doesn’t look well rested even as she sleeps, she looks on edge. I wish I knew how to make everything better, I wish I could take back what I did because I don’t think we can recover from this. I don’t think our friendship can recover, but I have to try. I can’t just give up at the first hurdle after everything we have been through. I have to keep trying because if I am persistent she will have to forgive me. I feel sick, I’m not sure if it’s because of the thought of her not forgiving me or because I am so exhausted. I have drank countless energy drinks today and I think they have made my headache worse.

A loud bang in the corridor wakes her up and she slowly starts to open her eyes. She looks half asleep as she looks at me and then she seems annoyed. She looks like she is annoyed that I am even here. I am hurt by the way she is looking at me, I don’t know why she is being so horrible about this. I don’t know why she is acting this way, I don’t know why she can’t just forgive me. She is making this painful when it could be so easy. “Please Sienna you have to forgive me” I say gently. My emotions are starting to slip out even though I am trying to suppress them. The expression on her face doesn’t change as she looks back at me. She is becoming so hard to read again. I wish I could read her mind and see what she is thinking, it seems impossible now. It’s like all the work I have done to get to know her, the real her, has all been wasted. It was all a waste of my time because she has closed herself off to me again. She has closed herself off, kicked me out and she won’t let me back in again. “You have to forgive me” I repeat almost desperately this time. She doesn’t speak again and it only makes me feel more hurt. “You have to forgive me” I say again. “I don’t have to do anything” she says coldly. The emotion and care has gone from her eyes.

The woman looking back at me isn’t the person I have become accustomed too. She isn’t the one who has laughed at my jokes, relied on me when she needed me and not the one who has listened to my problems. This is the Sienna I saw at the airport all that time ago, a lost woman who didn’t know who she was. I thought I had helped her find the real her, but I don’t think I did. I don’t think she will ever know who she really is and neither does she want to. I don’t know how else I can get through to her, I don’t know how to make her forgive me. “Please” I say weakly. It isn’t like before, this wasn’t a friendship built on her need for me, I need her too now. I need her as much as she needs me. I don’t know what to do without her, I don’t know how to go back to normal. “I can’t just forget what you did Liam” she tells me sternly “Not yet anyway” she finishes. I know that I am wasting my time, my time here is pointless. It doesn’t matter how much we need each other, she would rather be alone than forgiving me. There is no point even trying with her, she doesn’t care and I don’t think she ever did. She doesn’t care about me or anyone else. I stand up and without another wasted word, I walk out on her. I leave her alone to realise she needs me as much as I need her. I know though that by the time she realises it, it will be too late.

Sienna’s POV

I walk into my new hotel suite at the new hotel. I instantly feel safer here and I am relieved all of my stuff has already been unpacked. I have spent most of the day lone, it’s been strange having nobody to talk too, but it felt like old times. I use to hate being alone back then because the voices in my head would always take over, but I’m too strong to let that happen now. I am no longer lost in the world of drugs and alcohol, I am better than that. I am starting to learn who I really am, starting to learn the person I am becoming. I’m not the same confused, messed up girl I was at the start of this tour all those months ago. I’ve grown, I’ve become a better person and even though I don’t know who I am yet, I know I will get there one day. I am becoming the person I have always wanted to be, the only thing missing is someone to share this with, someone to see the real me. I walk around my hotel suite, taking in the décor and the simple touches. The beading around the ceiling, the detailed mahogany furniture and the detailed artwork, that hangs on the wall. I appreciate these things now, not like before when all I cared about was my next line of cocaine. I may not have a handful of friends, but in reality I don’t them. I don’t need anyone using me, I know what and who I need.

I am completely relaxed after a long, soaking bubble bath. I lay on the sofa watching a film, in my fluffy white towelled robe. I have even managed a small nap and I feel much more alert now. I will go to bed soon, but first I just need to wait for my visitor. My mind seems to have been read, a knock on the door sounds from the suite. I get up, walk to the door and peep through the peephole before I consider opening the door. Peter stands at the other side, my once drug supplier, but now he is just a friend. A friend who can get me things and help with things, that I would never be able to ask anyone else. I open the door and allow him into my suite. This man has helped me with anything I have needed, perhaps not always good things, but he has been trustworthy throughout. I am happy to see him, because this time I know he comes baring something I need. He is bringing me something that I have craved, to bring me the protection I deserve. “Hello princess” he says in his usual gruff tone. “Peter” I smile as I greet him. I close the door behind us, allowing us to have the privacy we need.

“Did you get it?” I ask hopefully. I don’t doubt for a second he has, he wouldn’t have come here without it. He nods “Are you sure this is what you want?” he asks. It seems funny that after all of the bad stuff he has given me over the years, this is the first time he has ever sounded unsure about giving me something. It’s ironic really, isn’t it? “I’m sure” I answer him confidently. I have never been so sure about anything before, he seems to accept and understand this is what I need. He places the bag he is carrying on the nearest table and I follow closely behind him. He carefully unzips the bag and then he pulls out an object, wrapped in a thick white cloth. He places it gently onto the table, white cloth still in tack and I stare at it, half in anticipation and half in fear. “Take a look” he encourages nodding down at the object. I walk in front of the table, I gently and carefully unwrap it. I slowly reveal what I want, a small gun. It’s small and discreet just like I wanted. I pick it up in my hand and I hold it like I have seen people do in the movies. My hands seems so delicate holding it, even though it is small. My stomach flips as I stare at my hand. I feel a strange sense of power as I hold it, I feel like I can control my outcome now. I don’t need to be scared anymore, this is the protection I need.

“It’s fully loaded” he informs me “You need to make sure you take the safety lock off, well that’s if you ever need to use it” he says. I imagine he has used a gun many times before, this is just second nature to him. He takes his time explaining to me what each section is on the gun, he even shows me how to load it and he describes to me how to fire it. I hope I never have to fire it, but it’s good to know I will know how to do it, if I ever need too. I feel empowered as I stand holding the gun and pointing it at different objects. I spend time lining my arms up with different objects, fixing my eyes on it and imagining what it would be like to shoot someone. I wonder what it feels like knowing somebodies life hangs in your hands. My hands shake slightly as I stand here, I imagine that’s normal for anyone holding a gun for the first time. A twisted part of me hopes that one day I will get to use it, that one day someone’s life will hang in my balance. “Thanks for this” I say to Peter. He nods at me, he never makes a big deal out of things, but maybe to him it just isn’t a big deal. “Can you do me one more favour?” I ask feeling a little more uneasy about this one.

Peter doesn’t stay long after we discuss the next favour I need, I don’t mind, I prefer it that way. I like the fact he just wants to get business done and then he leaves. We have worked well together over the years and that hasn’t changed now. He leaves after I have paid him the amount he wants for the gun and for the next favour I need. I lock the door behind him once he has left, I am still overly conscious of my safety especially now I am alone. I walk to the table and pick up my new prized possession, the gun. I haven’t thought everything through properly, like how I am going to take it around with me. I’m sure I will work something out though. I practice in the mirror holding the gun, I feel safe as I stare at myself holding it. I know that if I needed to use it, I wouldn’t hesitate in protecting myself. If someone is going to endanger me or hurt me, I will shoot them. I will never be a victim again, I won’t be weak like I was when I was with Mitch. I will never let someone destroy me the way he did, I will be strong. I will be safe.


Zayn’s POV

I yawn loudly as I stand at the airport arrivals area, its early hours of the morning and I haven’t slept a wink all night. I have been on edge just thinking about this moment, waiting for it. I get more anxious and my stomach twists in knots as people start to walk out of the arrival gates. I stare around desperately trying to see the face of the girl I love, the girl I have missed and the girl I have been building up the courage to tell her what I have done. I have a mixture of excitement and anxiety as I wait for her to come into my view. My bodyguard stands with me, making sure nobody hassles me, but luckily nobody seems to have noticed me so far. I have tried to prepare myself for her arrival, but it hasn’t worked. I have had all of this time to be ready, I don’t think I ever will be ready knowing what I have to do. I was surprised when we managed to get her such an early flight, but once I put the idea to her, she didn’t want to wait to come. I see her before she sees me, her blonde hair catching my attention immediately. She seems to work in slow motion and my stomach flips as I see her beautiful face come fully into my view.

She soon spots me and when she does, she grins wildly at me. I instantly smile back and suddenly she is running to me, dragging her suitcase behind her. I admire every part of her as she runs to me and then she is in my arms. I feel emotional as I hold her tighter than I ever have before, I hold her like I never want to let her go. I hold her, not letting her pull away, I enjoy every part of her. Her sweet scent, her soft skin on mine and her delicate frame against mine. She squeezes me back so tightly I can hardly breathe, but for once I don’t mind. I appreciate the smell of home that still lingers on her clothes. I stand holding her oblivious to everyone walking by us and I hate myself for ruining this. I hate myself for taking advantage of everything we have and everything we are. I know in my heart, I deserve to lose her and it would be my own fault if she doesn’t forgive me.

“I missed you” she murmurs into my chest. Those three words mean so much to me, I appreciate her saying them and her soft yet squeaky voice, which I have only heard over the phone lately. It drains me knowing that I soon have to tell her the truth and hurt her. I wish I didn’t have to hurt her, but I know she has a right to know. We can’t start a life together, a life where we get married, built on lies and secrets. I have to tell her everything that has happened, but not yet. I don’t want to tell her straight away, I want to enjoy some time with her first. I have a horrible feeling that I am going to lose her forever and I’m not prepared for that. I could never prepare myself to lose her forever, I couldn’t go on without her. “I missed you too” I whisper into her soft blonde hair. I feel sick to the pit of my stomach, as I try to mentally prepare myself that I may actually lose her.

I hold Perry’s hand as we walk out of the airport together, I hold her so tightly and I hope she knows I will never let go again. We spent far too long hugging in the airport, so long that everyone else had practically left. I try to contemplate my life without her and I really don’t think I could live without her. I would be incomplete without her, I should have proven this to her sooner. We walk out of the airport, a few paparazzi are lurking and they take our picture. I don’t get angry or mind for once, I just let them take our picture without complaining. I’m sure Perry can tell there is something wrong by the way I am acting, but she doesn’t say anything to me. I am glad she doesn’t because I really don’t want to explain what is going on yet.

We reach our car, I open the door for her and she climbs inside. I follow her and my bodyguard puts her suitcase in the boot of the car. I instantly pull her into my chest, she always fits into me perfectly. She talks none stop all the way back to the hotel, she tells me about our pets and about the new dance class she has taken up. I try to listen to her, I try to seem alert, but I’m not. I’m barely listening to a single word she says because I am wrapped up in fear. The closer we get to the hotel, the closer I get to telling her the truth. The truth that I am now convinced will destroy us, the confidence I felt before in turning this around is long gone. I don’t think she can forgive me for this catastrophic mistake I have made, the same mistake I have made in the past. I keep making the same mistakes and I am sure she has her limits. I’m sure she will get to a point where she will give up on me and nobody could blame her for that. She has already given me endless chances, one after another and all I have done is take advantage of that. I have taken advantage of her love and kindness. I have been a fool, but it has taken me too long to realise that.

Sienna’s POV

I wake up early the next morning to a knock on my suite door. I instantly think about the show I have tonight and dread fills me at the thought. I really hate performing, it fills me with hate. I quickly pick up my gun that lays in bed beside me and I hide it under the bed, making sure it is wrapped in the white cloth it came in. I grab my dressing gown and make my way to the door. I peep through the peephole and my stomach flips as I see who stands at the other side, Peter came through. I take a deep breath as I open the door and there stands the man who days ago terrified me. The man who broke into my hotel suite and then shattered my world by claiming he is my father. I am still scared as I look at him now, wondering who he really is. He gives me a small smile and I just take in his features. The crinkles beside his eyes, his pale blue eyes, his large nose and his thin lips. We don’t look overly alike and that only makes me think I must look like my mother. I hope now I will get the chance to meet her in person too and make that judgement myself. I wanted this man here, but now he is here I’m not sure what to do. I sent Peter off to find him, advising him to pay any kind of bail needed and to bring him here. I knew if anyone could find this man, Peter could.

I let him into my suite, but neither of us say a word. I am scared if I say anything that I will cry, I don’t want to start this off with me being an emotional mess. I have promised myself that I will not be weak anymore and I need to stick to that promise. He walks inside and stares around my suite in awe. I wonder what kind of life he has and where he lives. Does he have money? Does he have a good job? I look him up and down, his jeans are frayed on the ends and they are mucky. He doesn’t look will presented, but he doesn’t look dirty. I have so many questions, but I am scared of the potential truths he can reveal. “Hi” he says shifting from foot to foot. He’s obviously just as nervous as me, I give him a small smile as I try to build up the courage to speak. “Hi” I almost squeak. Damn these nerves of mine! My curiosity is starting to take over and I want to get to know this man. We stand a distance apart and we seem to spend time taking in one another’s features. Now I am looking closely, I think we do slightly resemble each other, especially around the eye area. I’m not sure if that’s true though or if I am just seeing what my heart wants me to see. My heart wants me to see similarities, I want to believe I have finally found my father. My heart is beating so fast, I feel like it is going to jump out of my chest.

“I think I owe you an explanation about…well everything” he says scratching his balding head. I nod, even though I’m not sure I want an explanation, but this is what I have waited for my whole life. I’m just scared of what he will tell me. “Can we sit down?” he asks. I nod and he takes a seat on the large white sofa in the middle of the suite, I join him but I sit as far apart from him on the sofa as physically possible. I sit waiting for him to speak, but silence fills the suite instead. I have so many questions I want to ask him, so many things I want to know and so many things I need the answer to. My mouth won’t seem to open though, the nerves have struck me and I feel like I am mute. He clears his throat, which makes me look up at him. “I’ve spent a long time trying to reach out to you” he tells me as he plays with a ring on his finger. I wonder if he is married and if he has other children. Does he love them more than me? I honestly don’t believe what he is saying to me, if he had wanted to reach out to me why didn’t he? “What about my mother?” I ask finally finding my voice. That’s the one question I have always craved the answer to, that’s the one thing I desperately want to know. He looks sad as he says the words “Your mother passed away” he answers. My heart shatters as I realise I will never meet the woman who carried me inside her and then brought me into this world. I will never know who she is and how she felt about me.

We sit in silence for a few minutes as I register this devastating news. “When?” I make myself ask as I do everything I can to stop the tears from falling. “Not long after you were born” he tells me, I can hear how difficult it is for him to relay this to me. I have a thousand thoughts running through my head, they all make this blow hard to deal with. “That’s why I put you up for adoption” he informs me “I couldn’t cope with a baby and I couldn’t give you the life you needed” he advises. It all makes sense, this few minute conversation has made everything finally make sense. The idea that they were high flyers, with demanding jobs seems so silly now. I wonder what kind of life I would have had with this man if I hadn’t been put up for adoption. “I thought about you every day” he tells me, but I take no comfort from his words. “I did look for you, as soon as you turned 16” he says. My stomach flips as I realise he had wanted to find me, just as much as I had wanted to find him. “I tracked you down when you had turned 17” he continues “They stopped me, they stopped me from getting to you and getting to know you” he sighs. “Who?” I ask irritated. Who could possibly want to keep us apart?

“Your management, I got in touch with Steven who said he was your manager. They gave me a time and date to meet you, but when I turned up Simon Cowell was there instead” he says. I feel my anger igniting as I listen to his story. “He got an injunction out on me and it stopped me from even approaching you” he says. How could they do this to me? They watched me search for my parents for years and all along they knew where he was, they knew he was looking for me. How could they be so cruel? How could they stop me from finding out who I really was? “He even came to me after I was arrested saying he would have me killed if I came near you again” he says emotionally “But as soon as your friend told me you wanted to see me, I had to come. There was no way I was missing out again” he says giving me a small smile. I smile back the best I can, even though I am angry. I feel an instant connection with this man and I am drawn to him. I want to get to know him and I don’t care what anyone else says or thinks about it. I have finally found my path of discovery, my journey on discovering the real me. I have my father now, I don’t need Simon who pretended to be my replacement father for all these years. That man is nothing to me now, he is liar and he has betrayed me. I will never forgive him for all the lonely, confused years I have spent trying to know who I am. He has stopped me from living, I am done with him and Steve.

Zayns’ POV

I lay back in bed with Perry nuzzled into my chest, the TV plays, but I can’t concentrate on it. I can’t watch whatever is on because I am trying to build up the courage, to tell her what I have done. I need to find the courage to spill my heart out to her and in the process I will break hers. I keep building myself up to tell her, but then I back out. The wedding ring I have bought her, the ring I got to make her love me, burns a hole in my pocket. My whole body aches from the pain of what I am going to do. I could cry as I look down at her innocent face, she looks so oblivious to what I have done. That’s the worse part, knowing I am going to hit her with this, when she doesn’t expect a thing. I’m petrified of what I need to do, my heart is racing and my hands are shaking. I can’t lose her, I can’t because she is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I just wish I had realised this before, before it was too late. I wish I had known how much she meant to me and that I am nothing without her. What’s the point of it all without her?

I try to hold it in, but I can’t anymore. I cry, I whimper pathetically and I can’t stop it even though I try. She instantly sits up, pulling out of my embrace, the expression on her face is full of concern and worry. “What’s wrong?” she asks with such care and concern that it makes me feel even worse. She wipes the tears from my face, I avoid her gaze as I look down. I feel ashamed, knowing I have to admit what I have done, which makes me hate myself. “I’m so sorry” I whisper, this is the most sorry I have ever been. “Why are you sorry?” she asks. I can tell she is becoming unnerved and she backs off slightly from me. She is slowly starting to realise I have done something, we’ve been here before and she can read the signs. I can tell she is becoming emotional and I reluctantly look her in the eyes. “I love you so much” I cry out. I need her to know how much she means to me and how much I love her. She is everything to me, she is my world and in a matter of minutes I could lose that. This is the hardest thing I have ever had to do, but I have to start being honest. I try to calm down, I start to finally say the words I have dreaded saying.

“I’ve cheated on you” I admit. Every word I say seems to burn my throat, making me desperately want a drink. I stare at her, her eyes start to water and within seconds her face crumbles. She starts to cry and the guilt is overwhelming. She pushes me away from her and she stands up trying to catch her breath. She sobs as she places her hands on her head, it’s like she is making every word I just said register inside there. “How could you do this to me?” she asks hurtfully. She sobs so painfully and all I can do is sit here watching her, like the coward I am. I don’t know what to say, but I know I need to say something. “It meant nothing” I say knowing my words won’t make any difference to how she feels. She doesn’t care if it is a one off or more than that, she just knows I cheated again and she is devastated. “You promised!” she snaps turning to face me “You promised you would never do this to me again” she cries out angrily. She is hurt, but angry with me as well for what I have done. “I swear it will never happen again” I plead with her.

I get up off the bed and I attempt to walk to her, but as I do she delivers a huge stinging slap to my cheek. I deserved that, I deserved that slap and so much more. I take a step back from her, I don’t want her to hit me again. “How many times did it happen?” she asks. I want to lie, I want to say it was a one off, but I know I need to start being honest with her. “A few” I admit. She starts to cry again, she is upset and I know if it had been once, she might be more forgiving. “Who?” she asks. She asks me the question I knew she would ask, but the question I was dreading. I don’t say anything as I stare at the floor. “Who is she?” she asks more angrily this time. I close my eyes as I turn my back to her, I don’t think I can admit it. I don’t think I can tell her who it was, that it was Sienna. “TELL ME!” she screams as she pushes me from behind. I have never heard her lose it like this, she doesn’t shout. I turn around slowly to face her “Sienna” I say quietly, she hears the word though. She stares at me emotionless for a moment as she registers my words and what I have done. “Sienna?” she asks “My friend Sienna?” she repeats in disbelief. She knows the answer, she doesn’t need me to confirm it, I still nod though confirming what she is thinking.

“It’s over” she says firmly. I can see it in her eyes that she means it, she has never meant it in the past and she has never followed through with it. She always forgives me, this time shouldn’t be any different. I know I have a lot of work to do to make her forgive me. I drop to my knees in front of her and I grab her hand desperately. I need her to see that it was all a mistake and we can still make this work. “Please don’t leave me” I cry out. I will beg on my knees right here if I have too. She quickly knocks my hand out of hers and she pushes me away from her viciously, almost making me lose my balance. I know to turn this around I have to pull out the big guns. I pull the box out of my pocket, the one that contains the wedding ring I bought her. I open it and I almost thrust it in her face. She stares at the ring and then at me, she stares trying to work out what I am doing. “Please marry me” I beg her as tears sweep down my face “I will marry you anytime, anyplace and anywhere” I offer meaning every word. She stares at my face and her eyes seem empty, vacant even. She looks at me and shakes her head, the anger long gone and just pain is left. “You don’t deserve to marry me” she says simply. She turns away from me and I watch as she walks out of the hotel suite. I stay on my knees waiting for her to change her mind, but I realise this time I have gone too far.

Sienna’s POV

I sit in my suite as I think through everything I have just learnt. My father left a little while ago and I have to leave soon for the arena. I just need some time to register and process everything that has happened. I have learnt so much about my father, his name is John. I have a father and his name is John, John Knowles. I was born Sienna Knowles, I was adopted as Sienna Smith and I became Sienna Star. I should have been known as Sienna Knowles, I should have had a father who loved me and a mother who adored me. I didn’t have any of that though and now there is a chance I will, I am holding on to it. I have a strange content feeling inside and I feel overwhelmed that I might finally have the chance to be happy. I am happy that I have him, but I am angry at what I have learnt. I am angry at Simon and Steve for the lies they have told me. This encounter has only confirmed one thing, that once this tour is done I will cut all ties with them. I will make sure I cut off all contact with them and this job. I will never speak to any of them again, I don’t need them anymore. I have a father who wants to know me and who will love me. I feel overjoyed at the prospect of being loved. I hear a knock on my door and I walk to it hoping my father has returned. I hope he wants to see me as much as I always want to see him. I open the door, still smiling and without warning I feel myself being dragged out of the door by my hair.