I Still Love You

•Chapter 18•Hanna's POV•

25•01•2013

Hanna's POV

"Harry! ERMERGERD! It's been so long!" A high pitch voice rang from the front door.

"Get inside quick" Harry muttered, referring to the paparazzi.

"Oh, you want to play rough do you? I can play rough- who are you?" The random girl asked.

"Hanna. Hanna Gomez. You are?" I asked.

"Paris" she said back. "Me and Harry used to bang". Harry's face went white as a ghost and I felt like puking. "But we like stopped on the 15th or 16th... So I was wondering what was up?" Paris said, returning her gaze to Harry. She pressed her huge fake boobs against Harry's chest.

"Nothing's up. It's over, what ever was between us" Harry whispered, hoping that I wouldn't hear. But I did. Paris scoffed.

"Is that because of her?!" She yelled outraged. "She not even prettier than me!"

"At least I'm not a slut" I said to her. She turned to me. Before I knew it she tackled me to the ground, her fake nails flying everywhere, same with her hair. Then Harry yanked her up.

"Get out of me house Paris!" Harry roared, before leading her to the door and pushing her out. He turned to me.

"Explain" was all I said.

"After that fight that we had, I felt like shit. I didn't mean to do it. I got drunk every night because that let the tension release a bit. But the boys always had to help me get home and I was ruining their lives as well. So then I turned to..." Harry trailed off and I figured the rest out.

"That's disgusting Harry" I said before going to my room. I was about to put on my pajamas but I heard Harry knocking on the door.

"You have to come out sometime because of the bet!" He yelled. The bet. THE BET! He probably asked her to do that so I would loose and then he could make me do what ever he wanted! He probably made that whole thing up! Well, two can play this game.