Resist

Smooth

Hayden's POV

I pull up to the gate out the front of my house and type in the four-digit code, driving down the long driveway, rounding the right-hand side of the roundabout before parking in front of the stairs leading to the front door. I'm just about to get out when I hear Hanna snore. I turn back and see that she's sound asleep; for fucks sake. 

I open my door and close it gently to prevent waking her and round the car to her side. I open the door, unbuckle her seatbelt and lift her up off the seat, carrying her bridal style. I close the door of the car with my hip and lock it by pressing the button on the handle. She stirs slightly, mumbling a few incomprehensible words before nodding off again. 

I walk up the stairs and scan my hand to open the door, walking down the hall and up the stairs to her room. I place her gently on her bed and am about to leave when I feel a pang of something in my chest. I can't just leave her there, she'll be cold. It's at that moment I decide I should get her changed into her pyjamas. 

I don't want her to be cold, she'll get sick and then I'll have to take care of her. I shudder at the thought and push it to the back of my mind, heading over to her closet in search for some pyjamas. I decide on a pale blue and gold Versace lounge set and bring it back into the bedroom, placing it on the bed next to where she lays.

"How do I do this?" I mutter to myself, trying to decide on the best tactic to fulfil my goal. I decide to gently turn her on her back and unzip the dress and pull the straps off her shoulders. I maneuver them around her arms until they slip off her wrists and feel accomplished that I did all that without waking her. 

But then I realise something: she's not wearing a bra. Fuck. The black fabric of her dress is still covering her chest area, and she's laying on her stomach, so if I just pull it down by the fabric at her armpits... No! I can't do this, this is an invasion of privacy.

I turn away and feed both my hands through my hair, messing it up beyond repair, banging my head against the wall a couple times to compose myself. Turning around with a determined mindset, I walk over to where she's laying and pull the dress swiftly downwards, past her hips and down her legs, sliding off her heels and then slipping the dress off her feet. She is left lying topless in a black thong.

I unbutton the nightshirt and place it on her back, threading her arms through. I make sure that it's covering her chest before turning her over and buttoning it up. I then slip on her pants, pull back the covers on her bed and slide her gently into the confines of her white sheets.

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Hanna's POV

I drift out of my slumber just as Hayden tucks me in, but I don't show it. He turns away swiftly and is about to exit the room when I yawn. He looks back for a second, but disregards the noise and exits anyway, closing the door behind him. I wait a few moments more before letting out the breath I didn't realise I was holding, rolling over to check the time on my phone which rests on my bedside table. It reads nine-thirty-six, and at this realisation, I pick up the remote next to it and turn on the TV. I scroll though the channels and find nothing interesting, so I hit the home button and scroll through the apps until I find Netflix.

I select an episode of The Vampire Diaries and press play, mindlessly watching Damon and Elena get into another fight.

"...because I love you!" Elena screams, turning to face him.

"Then stop loving me!"

"I can't!"

"Well, that's the problem! We don't work!"

"I know.."

"Then we agree? This has to end."

"It just did." Elena sighs. "It's over... We're over." The credits begin rolling and I click onto the next episode which cuts to Stefan's doppelgänger taking someone to the ER, then Elena in bed with Damon.

"So much for breaking up." I chuckle to myself, turning down the volume and adding subtitles to make sure I don't disturb anyone. I watch a couple more episodes before checking the time again: ten-fifty-three. I decide that I should actually go to sleep because I've had a fairly eventful day. I turn off the TV and rest my head back on my pillow, falling asleep in seconds.

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The rays of light coming through the window wake me, which is odd for this time of year. I look around and forget where I am for a second until I recall the events from yesterday. I decide to get up, so I get out of bed and look for some things resembling slippers around my room, but then remember that I have a huge walk-in wardrobe now, so I head over to it and open the door. 

I go over to the shoes section and pick out some slippers that match my pyjamas and select some clothes to get changed into after my shower. I end up picking a Vancouver Canucks t-shirt, which is a size large but looks oversized, and some grey trackies. I can't help but notice the full on clothing section dedicated to the Canucks. Hayden's family must be hardcore fans.

Anyway, I grab my undergarments' and exit my wardrobe, then my room, and stand awkwardly in the doorway. Which room was my bathroom, the one to the left or to the right? I vaguely remember Hayden saying to the room to the right, but that was as we were just entering the room, so it should be the one on the left-hand side when exiting it. I nod to myself, and turn to my left and walk the few steps it takes to reach the door. I twist the knob and walk in, placing my clothes on the rack by the door and locking it behind me.

I turn around and examine the room; there is a huge spa bath in the corner opposite the door and a mirror stretching the length of the right-hand wall with a light wood cabinet underneath. There's a door made of opaque glass on the left hand side that looks like it leads to the shower, so I slip off my slippers and am about to pull off my pants when the shower door opens behind me. I turn around rapidly, seeing Hayden scrunching his hair with nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist. As soon as he meets eyes with me I turn away and face the wall, which was of no convenience to me as the mirror reflected his image perfectly.

"I'm so sorry, I-"

"What are you doing in here, Hanna?!" He roars at me. I look at him though the mirror, his blue eyes glistening with rage. My eyes trail down subtly, revealing his toned figure to me. I realise what I'm doing and quickly look back into his eyes.

"I thought this was my bathroom."

"I clearly said that yours was the one to the right."

"I thought you meant the right from where you were entering-"

"Why would you think that?" He scowls at me, the lines on his forehead becoming more defined.

"I don't know! Why wouldn't you explain it better?"

"Oh! So this is my fault?" He chuckles and turns his head away from me, amusement on his face. "I didn't know I was speaking to someone with such a lack of education. Would... you... like... me... to speak... slower... for... you-" I slap him in the face. I don't know what came over me, whether it was the steam in the room clouding my senses or the just need for him to shut it for a moment.

He turns his face back to me, pure and utter fury displayed on his features. From the way the fluorescent light hits is face and the way he's positioned, I can see the faint impression of smile lines around his eyes. He used to be so happy, what happened?

"Hanna, are you listening to me?" I shake myself from my trance and look him in the eyes once again, the crinkles softening as his face eases. "Why are you shaking? Hanna?" The next thing I know, I've collapsed to the floor.