You're My Hope for the Future

Chapter 14

It was the sound of Hannah throwing up that woke Paul the next morning. Groaning slightly at the light from the bathroom as it hit his tired and hungover eyes, he rolled out of the bed to go check up on her. Leaning against the door of the bathroom, he called her name.

"Hannah? You ok?" He asked. She turned her head towards him and he could immediately see she was feeling pretty sorry for herself.

"Nooo." She whined, pouting up at him. "I feel like crap."

"You done? Or..."

"Yeah. I think so." Hannah murmured, shuffling around until she was facing Paul, holding her hands out to him. She pouted again, giving him her best puppy dog eyes. "Heeeelp meeee?"

Paul laughed softly and walked forwards, pulling her carefully to her feet. She slumped against him, groaning loudly.

"Come on, rinse your mouth out then we can go back to bed." Paul said quietly, brushing her hair back from her face with his hand.

Once she'd done as she was told, he helped her back to bed, before getting back in himself. She held her arms out to him again and between them they shuffled to the middle of the bed, where Paul gathered her up, cuddling her close as she rested her head on his shoulder.

"Can we get some more sleep now?" Paul asked, pulling the covers up around them.

"Mmmm." Hannah hummed, and Paul looked down to find she was already half asleep. He pressed a kiss to her head and fell asleep himself.

When he woke up a few hours later, Hannah was facing away from him, curled up on her side and hugging the quilt tightly. Paul smiled fondly at the blonde and carefully slid out of the bed, not wanting to wake her. Returning to the bedroom a good few minutes later, carrying two mugs of coffee, he found Hannah had moved. She was now on her front, with one arm stretched out with her hand gripping the sheets where he'd been lying not long before. He placed the mugs down on the bedside table before slowly picking Hannah's hand up, trying not to wake her. But she wasn't as asleep as he'd first thought.

"Where'd you go?" Hannah asked sleepily, opening an eye and shifting so Paul could get back into the bed.

"I was desperate for some caffeine. Thought you might appreciate it too." Paul chuckled, shifting his pillows so he could lean back against the headboard. Hannah soon followed suit, moving until she was as close to Paul as possible, their bodies in contact from shoulder to ankle. Paul handed her the second mug and they sat and sipped at the hot liquid, letting it line their stomachs.

"Ugh. My head is pounding." Hannah groaned, letting her head fall onto Paul's shoulder.

"How much did you have to drink last night?" Paul asked, grinning at his girlfriend.

"Too much." Hannah whimpered.

"Well..." Paul began, before Hannah interrupted.

"Stop." She demanded, turning her head towards him and glaring at his smiling face. "Don't you dare say it's my own fault. I was just trying to get you out of my head so I could pretend I was having fun without you."

"I was only going to say I had some painkillers in the drawer if you wanted some." Paul shrugged. "But you obviously don't, soooo, I'll just leave them there... Oh, and by the way, I'm flattered."

Paul sniggered as the glare on Hannah's face turned into a full on scowl.

"You give me those painkillers now, or your life will not be worth living." Hannah threatened, before she tried a different tactic, bringing back the puppy dog eyes. "You wouldn't want to leave your girlfriend in pain would you?"