Her Saviour!

Chapter 4

~The next morning~

I wake up and see Michael, I slowly move and make myself a cup of coffee. I walk back over to the couch. "Michael, get up." I say as I kiss his forehead. (H)

I hear Hannah's voice and feel her lips touch my forehead. I slowly open my eyes and look up at her. "What time is it?" I ask, groaning. (M)

"It's time to get up." I chuckle. I kiss him once again, hoping he'll get up.(H)

I grab the nearest pillow and hit Hannah in the face with the pillow. "It's not time to get up." I disagree, pushing Hannah away. I hear a loud enough noise and quickly sit up. "I'm up!" (M)

Michael had pushed me. I hit my foot off the coffee table. It scared Michael so much I think he jumped 10 feet in the air. I laugh a bit before walking over to the couch and sitting beside him.(H)

I chuckle and sit up straight, rubbing my eyes and looking over at Hannah. "Sorry, about that. But good morning, Beautiful." I say, smiling at her. "By the way, how old are you?" I ask, not exactly remembering the age Steve had told me. (M)

"I'm 21 ." I say smiling. "You're 33 right?" I say chuckling. "You want some coffee, I have a fresh pot on the counter." I say smiling. It felt like I've known this guys for my whole life, but I've known him for like 2 days.(H)

"Yeah, 33. 12 years older than you." I state, chuckling. "I'm fine, thank you." I say, denying the offer of having a cup of coffee. (M)

"12 years is not that much of a difference." I say chuckling, I drab another cup, then wall back to the couch. I sit down, and take a sip. I turn on the news and see a picture of inside my house, Michael and I kissing, and hugging. "How did they get this!" I say.(H)

"Not too much of a difference." I agree, before looking at the photo on the news. "They seem to always get pictures.." I say, listening to the people on the news discuss the photo. "We can tell them soon enough that we're not together or anything." I say, standing up from the couch and walking to the kitchen to grab myself a cup of coffee, after changing my mind. (M)

I look down, I kinda wish I was dating him. He's just so, Perfect! "Yeah, sure." I say frowning.(H)

I nod at the words. Once I finish making my coffee, I take a sip and turn around, noticing Hannah's frown, and her staring at the ground. Did she wish we were together? (M)

I see Michael, he turned around while I frowned. He's the only one I can talk to, he's all I have. I wish we were dating, of course I do... But that never gonna happen.(H)

If Hannah wishes we were dating, I guess I kinda do too. Well, not kinda. I most definitely do wish we were. But, I highly doubt that'll happen. If I asked, the answer would probably be no. After I do some thinking, I pick up my cup of coffee and bring it to the living room, setting it on the table as I sit on the couch once again, beside Hannah. (M)

"So when are gonna tell them that we're not dating." I say simply. I look down once again, I tear up. Hoping Michael doesn't see I make it look like my eye is itchy. (H)

"I'm not too sure." I answer, taking another sip from my coffee before looking at Hannah, and noticing the tears in her eyes. "Hey. What's wrong?" I ask, moving closer to Hannah and awaiting on an answer, as I put my hand on her back. (M)

"Oh, nothing." I say wiping my eyes once again. I sit up and pretend like nothing happened.. (H)

"Hannah, something's up.. C'mon, talk to me. Please?" I ask, trying to talk Hannah into telling me what exactly is wrong, and why she had tears in her eyes (M)

"Nothing, okay. Nothing is wrong." I say looking away, he's making things worst. Am I not good enough for him? am I to fat for him? I get up and walk to the bathroom and lock myself in, I look everywhere, for anything that will make the pain go away. I find one of my old knifes I used to use to cut. I sit in the corner of the bathroom and get ready to cut, but something makes me stop. (H)