Thanks to You. (Hangrid)

Hannah's P.O.V

"Hannah?" Ingrid said while yawning.

"That's my name." I replied.

"Would you stay with me?"

"Ingrid, there's no room for me."

"It's a double bed dude."

Was Ingrid implying she wanted to sleep with me? No. She was drunk. I shouldn't think anything of this.

"Ingrid, you're drunk. Just go to sleep."

"Hannah. I really like you, okay? And I think you should sleep with me."

I really like her. And I would love to take up the offer. But it wouldn't be right to take advantage like that.

"Please. Just go to sleep."

"I'm not drunk. I mean, I'm definitely not sober, but I'm not drunk. I know what I'm saying Hannah. I really like you. Your laugh, your smile, your eyes. Just you."

Did she just admit her love for me? I really hope she did. I might ask her to be my +1 to France. That way we can spend time together and it's romantic.

"Ingrid, I will only sleep in the same bed as you if you promise me to be my partner in France."

"It's a deal. Now get in this bed."