Girls Love Girls And Boys | Hartbig

Chapter Four

A week after Vidcon and the girls are sat their usual table in the usual cafe. They're back on schedule. Mamrie sits on one side and Hannah and Grace on the other. They look through their menus, sip their teas occasionally, and talk. Grace's hand snakes under the table and finds Hannah's, latching on tightly. Hannah lets slip a small smile, her thumb rubbing over Grace's knuckles.

"So about this new round of shows," Mamrie says, jolting Grace to a start. Hannah squeezes her hand, reassuring her that Mamrie can't see their hands. "What cities did we decide on?"

"I know we choose Dallas and Columbus." Hannah replies.

"Was Pittsburg another choice?" Grace adds. Mamrie nods.

"How about for the last two Seattle and Miami?" Mamrie suggests. Hannah and Grace nod. "I know we all come up with individual bits but we need to make this fanfiction bit good." She continues. "What ship?" Grace taps her foot nervously on the ground, looking to Hannah for an answer. Hannah doesn't provide one. She simply shrugs.

"Up to you Mames." Hannah says.

"Huh well," Mamrie mutters, thinking. "Hartsquared? I mean who doesn't love a little Hartsquared?" Hannah chuckles and Mamrie smirks. Grace forces a small smile. "You okay with that Smellbig?"

"Yeah of course!" Grace stumbles out with too much enthusiasm. When the three of them finish their meals and are getting ready to go home, Hannah offers Grace a ride.

"I know you rode with Mames but I can take you home." Hannah explains.

"Okay, sure." Grace agrees. Mamrie hugs both of them and heads out to her car. Hannah and Grace get into Hannah's Prius shortly after and start on their way their house.

"Are you sure you're alright babe?" Hannah questions Grace. Grace opens her mouth to say she's fine, but Hannah doesn't let her finish. "None of you're 'I'm fine' bullshit. I want the truth." Grace sighs.

"Fine. I don't want to have to stand back and watch you and Mamrie get flirty on stage. And I don't care if it's 'just acting.' It still hurts." Grace admits reluctantly. Hannah's blue eyes soften and look to Grace, finding her biting her lip to push back tears and her hands twitching anxiously in her lap.

"Gracie, darling." Hannah almost whispers. The two words "Gracie" and "darling" are a combination that makes Grace's heart thump a little faster and make her head spin in the best way possible. "You know there's nobody I'd rather inappropriately flirt with and make dirty jokes about than you." The pair pulls up to their home. Hannah stops the car but doesn't get out. Grace feels a tear fall and looks away, ashamed. "No, no, look right here. Right in my eyes." Hannah insists.

Grace looks up and finds a calm ocean spreading out before her. Hannah's eyes are a sea that Grace could got lost in. The wide blue stretches for miles and miles and it looks like Grace is underwater but she never needs to come up for air. Breathing isn't necessary when she's looking into Hannah's eyes.

"Take a deep breath." Hannah says gently. She watches as Grace's shoulders rise and fall cautiously. "Good babe. It's all gonna be good. We'll have fun on this tour and annoy the shit out of our hotel room neighbors." Hannah continues with a wink. "And we can order too much room service and watch Real Housewives or Dance Moms on your laptop. Yeah?" Grace nods, chuckling a little. Hannah smiles. "That's a sound I like to hear."

"Thank you Hannah." Grace murmurs quietly. Hannah's smile grows.

"Anytime."