You Are All I Need To Get Me Through

Chapter 20

They woke the next morning, a tangle of limbs. Hannah had woken first, but was quite happy to lie there in Paul's arms. When he hummed happily and pulled her closer, Hannah knew he was waking up.

Sure enough, a couple of seconds later, Paul opened one eye, a soft smile gracing his face as he looked down at Hannah, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"Hey you." He murmured, pulling away slightly to make eye contact.

"Morning." She replied, her voice still scratchy from sleep. He reached up to run his fingers through her hair, trying to put some order to her bedhead. She blushed under his ministrations, the slight pressure of his fingertips sending a shiver down her spine.

"Jon took it well yesterday." Paul stated, running his hand down Hannah's side to rest on her hip.

"Mmhm." Hannah smiled, before she suddenly remembered. "He even said he was happy for us."

"See, it'll be fine. We'll tell them tonight and they'll all be happy for us." Paul reassured her. Jon's reaction had given them both hope that the rest of the band would accept their relationship. They just had to get through the rest of the day.

"I know." Hannah grinned back, shuffling up the bed slightly, intending to kiss Paul, until her alarm cut through the sleepy morning calm. They both groaned and Hannah leant forward until their foreheads were touching. "I hate it when it does that."

Paul huffed in amusement as he reached across Hannah to turn the alarm off before returning to his position, faces inches apart. "I think we've got long enough for a kiss."

With that, they both closed the difference, meeting in the middle.

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Hours later, once they'd completed all their rehearsals for the day, most of the band were once again lounging in front of the tv. The only one missing was Paul, who was taking a phone-call from Neil.

Hannah was sat waiting for the perfect opportunity to leave the room. When she noticed that nearly everyone had finished their drinks, she decided to re-use the excuse from the night before.

"I'm going to get another drink. Anyone want one?" She asked, getting up from her seat. As she left the room with a handful of empty mugs, she fired off a text to Paul.

'Heading to the kitchen. Get your butt down here xx'

As she waited, she prepared the drinks, listening for the kettle. Whilst she poured the water into the mugs, she heard footsteps behind her and turned to find Paul making his way towards her, a half smile appearing on his face as they made eye contact.

"Ready for attempt number two?" He asked, as he got nearer. Hannah nodded, placing the mugs on the tray.

"More ready than I was yesterday." Hannah replied, not protesting as he picked the tray up. "Still nervous though."

"I know. Me too." Paul sighed, leaning over carefully so as not to tip the tray, kissing Hannah's head. "Come on."

They re-entered the living room to find the others deep in discussion about whether the hair on the women on tv was actually her own. Hannah hung back by the door with her own drink whilst Paul set the tray down on the coffee table, taking his own mug off.

"Seriously Jo?" Rachel exclaimed. "It's clearly a wig!"

"Uh, I don't think so!" Jon interrupted as Paul made his way back towards Hannah. Nobody seemed to have noticed they were even there.