❝ 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 let out a small grunt as she woke up to the sound of a strangled cry next to her, "What is it?" She mumbled.
"It's Liam." Came Adam's tired voice on reply.
The girl shot up in a panic, "What?"
"No." Adam gently placed his hand on his girlfriend's arm to calm her nerves, "No, I think he's picked up how to fight, Gallagher style." He told her, adjusting the way he was sitting.
Hannah let out a chuckle as ran her hand over the top of her brother's head - the boy sat with Iris between the pair - and placed a kiss on his head, "I always say - go for the knees or the nads."
Adam chuckled and watched his girlfriend with a smile as she threw on one of his sweaters and the picked up her brother, resting him on her hip.
"Shall we go get you breakfast, bud?" She smiled, poking his nose.
The boy threw up his arms, "Yeah!"
"Yeah." Hannah chuckled, turning back to her boyfriend, seeing the look on his face, "Stop that."
Adam raised an amused eyebrow, "Stop what?"
"Stop planning our future together. You have to get ready for school." Hannah chucked his blazer at him, "Pick out our kitchen tile when you get home."
Adam laughed, "Yes, honey."
Hannah flipped him the bird with a grin before she left the basement with Liam.
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Hannah took a sip of her coffee, eyes trained on her laptop as she worked on some schoolwork.
"Morning Gallaghers." Elodie called as she entered through the backdoor, gaining various responses. The girl passed her brother - who was now dressed and making silly faces with Carl and Liam - and sat herself down on one of the barstools, resting her chin on Hannah's shoulder, "Is that the Peruvian history essay?"
The redhead ran a tired hand over her face, "One of them. Why do they give us so many on one topic?"
"To amuse themselves, probably." Elodie hummed before reaching into her bag and handing her best friend the essay she took out of it, "Your George Orwell paper."
Hannah took the work from Elodie's hand, taking a look at the grade, "A+." She smiled down at the bright red ink, "I'm awesome."
Elodie chuckled as Debbie came into the kitchen, "Fiona coming down for breakfast?"
Lip shook his head as he made lunches, "She's not up yet."
Debbie nodded before walking over to her youngest brother with a smile and a full sippy sup, "Here's your Tang, Liam. Here you go, baby. Here." She placed it on the table before turning to Carl, "Make sure he drinks the whole thing. He needs his electrolytes."
