Forever and Always (R5)

16) Mattovers

"You've got to tell me that you have a good reason for this, Matt" I groaned letting the boy in again. Matt was here again, but that wasn't the problem. I knew what he wanted me to do and that was the problem. It was something I didn't want to happen or even think what might happen if I do, do it. He had his hair slicked back with gel and was completely drenched in some sort of strong cologne that I could smell before I even opened the door. But the thing that was worrying me was what was in his hands. It didn't look dangerous, it was a card for heavens sake. But the words on it scared me. 'I want you Ross' was in bold black words on the front. It sounded like a desperate cry for help. That was not me; I am not desperate and I do not like Ross. I didn't even know that they made cards like this. But apparently they do.

"Oh come on Han, I'm giving you a makeover, changing your lifestyle" he sighed pulling me towards the open front door.

"Matt" I groaned trying to peel off his strong grip around my wrist. He didn't say anything, he just let go of me and sighed very sarcastically loudly.

"How do you expect to win back your man?" he smirked before looking me up and down "Like that".

I frowned and groaned walking off towards my room but not going too far before yelling out "Matt he is not my man and I couldn't care less about him at all". I could hear him chuckling to himself as I ammadomed him in the living room. I layed on my back hearing the my door softly close behind me. I waited there, curled up on my bed with my head against my knees waiting for the front door to close. But I didn't hear it close, I hear my bedroom door open instead.

"Hanny Cake, just admit your feelings already" he whispered sitting beside me on the bed. His voice was soft and calm which went with his soft smile. He wrapped one of his arms around me pulling me closer towards him.

"This is Ross Lynch you're talking about, I certainly do not in a million years would have feelings for that-" I said but before I could finish my phone beeped turning it on with the lock screen of R5. Why do I keep forgetting to change it?

"Sure, is that why you're background has Mr.Hunky on it" he laughed grabbing for the phone before I could even get my hand out from being wrapped around my knees. I was so dead. "Oh look Mr.Hunky has even sent you a message" he laughs standing up and holding the phone high in the air so I can't reach it.

"What? Let me see it" I demand standing on top of the bed but he had moved further from my reaching distance.

"Oh now you care about him" he chuckled giving me my phone back "It was your mom". I stared at him with deep hatred but also embarrassment could I, Hannah still care about the boy I use to be obsessed with? No he is wrong, he has to be. It didn't matter anyway, I'll never see him again.

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"Why do I need a makeover?" I frowned looking down at my loose t-shirt and light wash shorts. I didn't need to impress anyone. Well that's my opinion, in Matt's I 'need' to impress and win over Ross which I think is impossible and unnecessary. He was going on and on about this in the car ride how Ross would realise that he 'loves' me if he saw me as me not looking like his dead grandmother with baggy clothes. I had argued that I'm fine how I was but Matt's opinion wouldn't change.

"Because it's part of my plan" he laughs wickedly. His plan sounded awful, he tried to tell me it was for my own good but I begged to differ. He then suddenly stopped. "We're here" he slowly breathed. I turn to face the store but before I could repulse he dragged me into there.

"What do I get out of this?" I groaned being pulled towards the store.

"Hannah come on, I've seen your style you need help" he says as I frown. I wasn't very surprised about him seeing them as my clothes are scattered all around my room but the fact that he thought I needed help was, well hurtful. Especially since I thought we were friends.

"Underclothes are not meant to be seen, pervet" I say sticking out my tongue just as a size 0 blonde lady appeared.

"Do you need any help?" she asks with a huge smile. I quickly put my tongue back into my mouth and shock my head no.

"Actually she does" Matt said behind me as I could feel his smile burning into the back of my neck.

"You seem unsure, come to me if you need help" she says walking off towards a old lady looking at bras.

"She could even tell you needed help" he said with a raised eyebrow.

"She was just being nice" I grumbled with my arms crossed tightly against my chest. He didn't argue back but just nodded sarcastically instead.

"I'm fine how I am" I grumbled to myself staring at the suddenly interesting floor.

"You're beautiful but you just need to surprise him and make him admit it" he smiled using one finger under my chin to lift my head up.

"I still don't like this plan of yours, none of us have nothing to admit" I say looking around at everything and everyone but him.

"You may not like it now but you will when he can't help himself but kiss you on those soft lips of yours" he says smirking placing a finger on mouth.

"I'll make you a deal too; you HAVE to let me make you over and I will drive you anywhere you want"

"I want something better than that," I say with my arms folded. "I want-I want- I want.." I begin to stutter, what could I want? I'm perfectly fine how I am.

"Well what about a castle made out of chocolate?" he smirked elbowing me.

"I want a movie marathon and lots of hot chocolate with tiny marshmellows of course and a fire and snow-" I start to list forgetting about his side of the argement.

"You know it's not even October right?" he questioned.

"You want a deal or not?" I asked, of course he couldn't do all that and therefore he'll have to stop his plan.

----------Later On-------

"Now get dressed" he says shuing me into my bedroom as soon as we got inside the house. None of them were back yet and since it was lunchtime that's probably what they're doing. I'll have to kick him out soon, there's no chance he'll go on his own. He's a lot like a lost puppy in fact. I closed the door behind me hoping just to get some sleep. I layed on my bed and closed my eyes.

"Hannah I can't hear the bag moving" he laughed and even though I couldn't see him I just know he's smirking. Cause that's what he does best; smirk all day long and laugh like an angel. 

"Oh I am though" I say opening a bag of chips and turning the tv on.

"Hannah I know you're not" he sighed opening the door. He layed beside me on the bed reaching into the bag of chips himself taking out a handful.

"This isn't going to help phase two" he chuckles snatching the bag out of my hands. I frowned at him trying to grab it from him but also try to hit him for the next phase.

"I am refusing to do phase two" I groan mocking his tone.

"It's the rules sweetie, you can't back out" he said patting my shoulder sarcastically like it would give me some comfort. I hate the stupid rules I wish I could cancel but that was another rule that I can't do. I just have to focus on what I'm getting out of this; that perfect winter.