❝ my family are so fucked up. i love them ❞
hannah gallagher, the middle child.
a spit fire, a smart ass and god damn loyal.
as long as she doesn't turn out like her parents, she doesn't care.
she's just trying not to get herself killed.
❝ fuck the...
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Hannah lay on her bed as she read a book, her back leaning against Xavier's bare chest.
"You up for another round?" He asked, kissing her neck.
Hannah let out a hum, "Let me just finish this chapter first."
Xavier rose an eyebrow, "Am I getting cockblocked by a book?"
"Yeah, well, it's a really good book," The redhead smirked as her phone rang on her bedside table, the one Elodie got her as an early birthday present, "Hey, Fi? What? Son of a mother fucking bitch. I'll be right up." She said before she hung up.
"What's up?" Xavier asked as he watched the girl frantically pull on a hoodie and pair of jeans.
"Some perv on the bus masturbated in front of Debs," Hannah told him, "Police are coming to talk to her. Gotta be with her. Give me an hour," She said, pecking him, "I'll be back for round two."
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"Can you describe the perp?" The cop asked Debbie, Jimmy and Hannah stood behind the girl, Jimmy playing with her hair and Hannah holding Debbie's hand.
"Red," Debbie said, "Really, really red."
Lip raised an eyebrow, "What, like, sunburned?"
"She's talking about his-"
"The guy, Debs," Ian cut off Fiona, "What did the guy look like- his face?"
"How are you supposed to see his face behind that giant, red, one-eyed-?"
"Got it. Okay," The cop nodded to stop her from talking, "You did great, miss. Thank you."
"Yeah, okay, come on, Debs. Let's go get you a bomb pop or something, huh?" Lip said, the Gallagher kids all standing up.
"And a milkshake from the diner, yeah?" Hannah nodded, wrapping an arm around her little sister's shoulders.
"Why didn't you stab him?" Mandy asked Fiona.
"Stab him with what?"
"You ride the city bus without a knife?" Mandy scoffed as they left.
"Rookie move, Fi." Hannah called behind her.
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"Hey, you didn't come back down." Xavier said, joining Hannah in the kitchen, wrapping an arm around her waist and placing a kiss on her neck.
"Sorry," Hannah frowned as they walked into the living room, where the others were, "There was more damage control than anticipated." She said, the man only letting out a hum.
