Chapter 26:
(Siena's POV)
It's two o'clock and I just finished school. I haven't heard from Harry at all today. Usually he would text me when he wakes up and then half way through my school day but today... nothing.
I wasn't sure if I should call him because I didn't want to seem controlling but I was also getting a bit worried if he was okay or not. After debating it for about five minutes I finally decided that I would try to give him a call. So I pulled out my phone and dialed his number.
Straight to voicemail.
What was going on? Did I do something wrong? Was he mad at me?
I started to get really worried so I ran to my car and quickly took off to head home. I wasn't too sure if I would see him at home because he was suppose to be at work but it was still possible.
As I pulled up to the parking lot, I looked around the entire lot to see if Harry's car was here but there was no sight of it.
I unlocked the door and walked inside to just find an empty apartment. Okay seriously, what was going on? Something isn't right. I tried to think of a way to contact him and that's when I realized I could call his work. Maybe he was in a meeting?
I pulled my phone out again and dialed the office number.
"Hello. Gloria speaking, How may I assist you?"
"Hi, It's Siena. May I please speak to Harry?"
"Sorry miss but he didn't show up at the office today. Would you like me to send you through to leave him a voicemail?" she asked politely.
"Oh, um, No. Thank you though. I answered back with confusion before hitting the end button on my phone.
I instantly started to feel panicked. I had no idea where Harry was and my mind started racing to a bunch of different conclusions. But one idea that popped into my head and wouldn't leave was that he was cheating on me. I know he would never do that but there is also a possibility he did. I didn't want to think that way but I couldn't help it. I mean why would he want to be with someone as broken as me when he could be with someone so much more better. Someone girl who was beautiful, intelligent, and perfect. The total opposite of me.
The more I kept thinking like that I made myself feel more and more nauseous. I tried to calm myself down and relax my putting on one of Harry's sweaters and thinking positive.
I didn't know how I could keep my mind off of the topic though so I decided to go to our bed and lie down on Harry's side and see if the scent of him being there could calm me and hopefully help me fall asleep. My eyes started to feel heavier and heavier and I knew that lying down there was working.
(2 and a half hours later)
I rolled over on my side and started to stretch my body out. I rubbed my eyes and then sat up to look around me. Harry still wasn't home. I checked my phone to see the time and it said it was five thirty three and that I also had one message. I quickly opened it in hopes to see that it was from Harry and thankfully, it was.
"Hey love. Be ready for seven o'clock sharp. We're going out. I'm also sending someone to pick you up so the driver will be at our apartment at exactly seven. Make sure to be ready. Love you. xx"
I was so thankful that I finally heard from him but I was still confused about what was going on. I don't understand why he ignores me for the whole day and then sends me a text saying we're going out. But I was curious as to what he had planned.
So I hopped into the shower right away so I could get cleaned up and make sure I would be ready on time.
When I was done in the shower, I went straight to my closet to pick something out, nice to wear. I have a feeling like tonight is going to be a really special and good night so I wanted to look really nice. Luckily I went shopping last weekend and I bought a few dresses because Harry has seen all of mine except for the ones I just bought.
I ended up choosing my white dress that had one shoulder strap, a black ribbon that when around where my belly was, and had a lace print design on the left side of it. It looked and I was happy with my choice selection.
For my makeup I just fancied it up a little more than usual by adding more than just foundation and mascara. I did a layer of foundation, a light shade of pink blush to make my cheeks look a nice rosy color, a light grey eye shadow, eyeliner, and o course mascara. When I was finished I glanced over my whole face in the mirror and was pretty pleased with the end result. Clearly my beauty and makeup classes were paying off.
Now for my hair. I wasn't too sure what I should do with it yet but I finally decided what I wanted to do. I styled it half up half down and then curled my hair. I loved when people curled their hair because I adore how perfect the curls always look. Plus it's amusing to play with them.
After I was completely finished and done getting ready I looked at my phone and it was six fifty eight. I felt pretty accomplished that I finished getting ready with two minutes to spare still because usually I'm late and never ready on time so this was a pretty big deal to me. Wow, I get happy over the most stupidest things. It's so sad.
I was snapped out of my thoughts about myself when I heard three knocks come from the door.
I swung the door open and there stood an old man in about his sixty's starring back at me.
" Hello Siena, I'm Brian. I'm here to pick you up to take you to your Harry. Are you ready to get going?" he asked with a grin on his lips.
"Hi and yeah I'm ready. Let me just go grab my purse." I told him while walking to the kitchen counter to grab it.
I locked the door and then followed the man out to the car. Scratch that, it was a limo. I really don't get why Harry was being so mysterious but I kind of liked it a bit.
Brian opened the door up for me gesturing to climb in and so I did.
As I got in the car all I was thinking was of how much I love Harry and how tonight feels like it is going to be something incredible that would be unforgettable.
