I Still Love You

•Chapter 22•Harry's POV•

26•01•2013

Harry's POV

I was watching TV waiting for Hanna to come home. I had cooked Hanna's favourite dinner for her. Chilly chicken wraps with mayo and salad. I heard the front door open. I smiled as I saw Hanna come through the door.

"Hey love!" I said. She looked up and saw me. My smile faded when I saw her eyes were red and swollen. She had been crying. I got up off the couch and walked over to her, engulfing her into a hug. She didn't hug back. She just stood there. After 30 seconds, she shoved me away and ran to her room. "Hanna! Hanna what's wrong?" I asked through the door.

"Don't worry about it" she said back, her voice cracking a bit.

"Hanna, I know when something is wrong and you hardly cry. Something must have happened" I said.

"It's nothing you could help!" She yelled back. I could hear that she started to cry again. I remembered that I had a spare key to every room. I know, creepy, but you never know. I got the key and unlocked the door. I stepped into the room and saw Hanna lying in bed, silently crying. I came over to the bed and lied beside her. I wrapped my arms around her waist and her body tensed. She scrambled out of bed and turned around on her feet. I couldn't help but stare. She was wearing a big baggy shirt and her lace underwear was right underneath it. I could see her bra line as well. "Harry! What the hell?! How did you get into my room?!" She yelled. I got up off the bed on the other side.

"I have a spare key" I said simply.

"WHY?!"

"Incase for emergencies. Like this one. You seem really upset. Please tell me what's wrong. I'll try to make it better" I pleaded. She looked down and started shaking her head.

"Nope. You literally can't help me Harry" Hanna said back.

"Why not?" I said getting a little impatient but tried to keep calm.

"Because your YOU!" She yelled back.

"So? Why can't I help you?"

"You would be helping me, if you didn't help me Harry. Just don't help me. Don't be nice to me. Don't be sweet and caring to me. Because you are only going to make it worse!" She yelled in my face. She pushed my chest back, guiding me out of the room. She took the key from my hands and slammed the door in my face.

"Look, I made you dinner if you are hungry. Your favourite. I'm going to go to bed. Good night Hanna. I love you" I said to her. I could hear her start to sob. I went to my room and took off my shirt and jeans. I hopped into my bed and sleep was filled with Hanna saying she loved me back. But I knew that would never happen in real life. I would never be able to have the most perfect girl for me by my side.