Chapter 13

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A few days later and Hannah and Paul were again discussing when to break the news to the band.

"We're gonna have to tell them all at some point." Paul pointed out. "We can't just keep making excuses to come upstairs early. We were lucky that Neil rang earlier, because I was struggling to come up with a good excuse."

Hannah groaned. "I know. But can we wait just a bit longer? I don't think they suspect anything yet."

"Okay. But I'm not sure I can wait too much longer. I'm finding it hard enough already to keep my hands off you."

"Well, you don't have to stop on my account. No one else is here." Hannah grinned, standing up and walking off towards her room, glancing over her shoulder and beckoning Paul with a finger. He jumped off the sofa with a grin on his face and followed her into her bedroom.

Two days later and the matter of when to reveal their relationship came to a head.

Earlier that evening, management had dropped off a few scripts for the new TV series, Hollywood 7. After sitting around for an hour following their dinner, Paul retired to his room to have a look through the scripts.

Later still, Hannah made her way up to bed, heading into her own room.

"Paul?" She called out as she closed the door.

"In here, Han." Paul replied, looking up as Hannah walked into their shared lounge, "we really need to talk."

Paul waited until Hannah had sat down before beginning again.

"Has anyone else started reading the scripts?" Paul asked.

"No, we all came up at the same time. Why?"

"Well, we may need to think a bit more seriously about telling them about us. Take a look at this one." Paul sighed, handing Hannah one of his scripts.

"The Kiss?"

"Yup, now look at this page and read this line." Paul instructed, turning the pages before pointing to a single line.

"Hannah and Paul kiss." Hannah read. "Wait, hang on, kiss?!"

"See what I mean? We're going to have to tell them."

"Can we at least wait until tomorrow evening?" Hannah asked, pouting at Paul. "Can we have one last day where we're the only ones who know?"

Paul smiled indulgently at his girlfriend. "Okay. Tomorrow evening. Now, I don't know about you, but I really need some sleep. You coming to bed?"

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