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Chapter 18

Hannah's POV:


I head out of club as it starts to pour rain, still kind of in shock mode at what had just happened. But, was I serious? God no. I mean... I did kind of cheat on him in a way. I really shouldn't be mad at him. Maybe this was his way of showing me how badly it hurt him. This drama was just getting unbelievable. Me and Harry are suppose to be a couple. One more fight, and I swear it's just not ment to be.

Courage takes it's course when I turn around to go and talk to Harry. Surprisingly, he was standing right by the door in the rain. Soaking wet with his clothes still on. The distance between us was heartbreaking. I start to slowly walk up to him as he does the same.

"Harry... Whatever I said, I didn't-"


"Shh. It's ok. But now you kind of know how badly I was hurt? Right? This was not a way of me getting back at you. She kissed me..."


"Well... Was is better than this?" I say while bringing Harry's lips closer to meet mine.


"Hell no." He smirks. "Lets go back to my place. Lets just forget anything has happened. Ok?"


"Actually, I really have to go check on my mom. She's finally home."


"Oh... Ok. I'll drop you off; what I mean is the cab driver will drop you off but I'll go with you." He laughs.


"I'd love that." I smile but quickly making a worried noticed look. "Oh shit Harry. Addison!"


Me and Harry run back into the club while laughing hysterically to get Addison. Dear god how could I forget about her.


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"Ok. C'mon addy lets go." I grunt while trying to pick her up.


"Babe it's ok. I got it." Harry implies.


We walk towards the front door of my house. Realizing the time, my mom must be asleep. Two in the morning? What was I thinking being out so late. I open the door and guide Harry up to my room to drop off Addison. She has to sleep here tonight. There's no way in hell I was letting her go home to wake up without an explanation. As soon as Harry drops her off, I walk towards my closet to pick out some nice pajamas to wear. Harry's chin resting on my shoulder became a distraction.


"Baby..."


"Yes?"


"I don't wanna leave." He pouts.


"Well... I mean. We do have a guest room. And I still have a box of my fathers old clothes. I don't mind you staying. By that I mean, please stay?"


"Yay." Harry replies while kissing my shoulder. I step into my closet to open the box of my dads old clothes, still realizing that Harry was standing over me. Even though this still brings back so many memories, he was still an ass to my mother. And I didn't like that. I found a plain white t-shirt and some sweats for Harry to put on. I too grab the same outfit.


"Here you go."


"Ooo. These are easy to take off."


I immediately smack his arm once realizing what he had ment by that. He laughs. Walking towards the bathroom became interesting since I get shy when sex becomes apart of the conversation.


"I'll just change out here." Harry whispers.


"No! Addison is right there. Just wait."


"Oh goodness Hannah she's asleep."


I roll my eyes and lock the bathroom door from behind. I took my bottoms off along with my top. That's when I quickly noticed the scar on my shoulder from when Harry and I had first met. I still remember that night like it was yesterday. But somehow me being with Harry had changed him. Yeah he still wants to kill every breathing thing on this planet, but I help him with his problems. Rubbing the scar make me wince in pain. I never really knew how badly it still hurts. Distracted by the scar, I didn't even notice Harry standing over me in an apologetic frown. He knew he had done this to me. I didn't...no wait, I couldn't tell him to get out. I just continued to brush over the scar as Harry started to come near me.


"Im so sorry baby... I will never hurt you again. I know what your father has done. And that's not me. I'm here to protect you and your mother. You guys are the only close people I have."


I turn around to meet Harry's gaze. Eyes all watery. Harry's sensitivity was what made me love him. I grab Harry's hand to place it on the scar. Not to make him feel bad, but to make him know that this scar was how we met. It's kind of like a tattoo in a way. Call me crazy. But it actually ment something to me. Harry's head went down towards the ground once he knew I thought I wasn't going to respond to him.


"Harry. I'd relive that day over and over again just because it's when my life changed. Even though it was a crazy experience, it was one of my favorites that I will never forget as long as you and I are together. Love is suppose to hurt. That's what makes our relationship stronger."


"I know Hannah. But-"


"But nothing." I smile in annoyance. "Harry... I love you. And I'll continue to love you everyday for the rest of my life. Even if something bad happens. Nothing can pull us apart."


His head turn up to look at me. The biggest smile spread across his face. That was the thing he wanted to hear. I've loved Harry. I just never got the chance to say it to him. I thought tonight was the right night. I smile, trying to break this awkward moment. But then, Harry spoke.


"I love you too, Hannah."

Those are the last words he spoke before I grabbed his hand to guide him towards the guest room, still realizing I had no clothes on and our eyes never leaving contact.