You're My Hope for the Future

Chapter 8

Much later, Paul was struggling to get to sleep on the settee. It was now 3am and he didn't think he'd so much as grabbed forty winks since his head hit the pillow. Sighing, he decided he'd get himself a glass of water and padded towards the kitchen, glancing towards the closed bedroom door.

He poured himself a glass of water, downing it in one, before pouring another and heading back to his bed for the night. As he passed his bedroom door, it opened to reveal Hannah in just her underwear and a t-shirt he'd lent her, silhouetted by the light from the bedside lamp.

"You can't sleep either, huh?" She asked, smiling sleepily at him. Paul was about to answer but was beaten to it by a jaw-cracking yawn. Hannah chuckled. "You should be in your own bed."

"Nah, Han, you're alright. You have the bed. I'll be fine, honest."

"It doesn't feel right being in your bed whilst you're out here and I feel kinda bad for kicking you out of your room. You know, there's plenty of space for you to join me."

"I... Uh... Hannah, that's... Um..." Paul stuttered.

"Eloquent as ever." Hannah grinned. "Come on."

With that, she held her hand out, waiting until Paul took hold before pulling him into the room. Paul placed his glass down on the bedside table whilst Hannah turned the lamp off. They both climbed into the bed, pulling the covers back up. Hannah shuffled about until she was facing Paul, but was greeted by the sight of his back, as close to the edge of the bed as he could get.

"Pauly?"

"Mmm."

"Turn around a sec?" She asked, smiling as she watched Paul obey. As soon as Paul had flipped onto his back, Hannah quickly slid closer, using his chest as a pillow, tucking her head under his chin and throwing an arm across his waist. "That's better."

"Go to sleep, you weirdo." Paul huffed, pressing a kiss to Hannah's head and cuddling her close.