I Still Love You

•Chapter 23•Hanna's POV•

27•01•2013

Hanna's POV

Why does he have to love me? It's sweet, but it's heart breaking. I don't want him to freaking love me. I don't want to love him. But it's Harry. My childhood best friend. But I can't love him. He'll just break my heart again. I decided just go straight to sleep, trying to forget about Harry.

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"Hanna... Hanna... Love, wake up..." I groaned and pushed who ever was waking me up. I pushed my pillow over my head as the person chuckled... A deep chuckle... Shit.

"Harry!" I yelled bolting up but he stayed face to face with me. I gave him a little nudge away from me but he stayed in the same spot. "What the hell do you want?" I was a little embarrassed, considering I was still in my underwear and a baggy shirt.

"Well, it's two o'clock... And I kind of figured you wouldn't wake up unless I woke you up" he said softly.

"Um... Thanks?" I said, pushing him hard so he would get the message. But he still stayed there.

"You have... Beautiful eyes" he whispered. He started, unknowing, leaning in.

"Get out" I said, trying to fight the urge to kiss him.

"Uh... Um sorry, I didn't realize I was leaning-"

"Get out" I said again, looking down. He nodded and went to the door.

"I made some pancakes, you just have to heat them up" he said as he closed the door. I felt my heart flutter. Why the hell did he have to be so fricken sweet? I hopped out of bed and went to the bathroom. I put on some red skinny jeans and a white, flowy top. I put my white converse on and my red beanie, having a little colour scheme. I stepped out of my bedroom door and saw Harry on the couch watching some football show, with his hands on the back of his head. "You look nice" he smiles at me.

"Ha... Thanks, I try" I joked. He smiled and stared at me. I moved to the kitchen, considering Harry had made pancakes and I was really hungry.

"So Hanna... About last night..." Harry trailed off and I froze.

"I don't want to talk about it" I snapped back.

"Hanna. You said that if I wanted to help I shouldn't help. What do you mean? Have I done something wrong?"

"No. You never do anything wrong" I sighed.

"Then what is it?"

"I don't want to talk about it"

"Hanna, it obviously has something to do with me, so what is it?" I could tell Harry was getting irritated.

"Once again. I. Don't. Want. To. Talk. About. It"

"Hanna, for gods sake! Just tell me!" Harry raised his voice.

"No! I don't want to!" I shouted back.

"Why the hell not!"

"Because it is nothing that concerns you!" I lied. All of a sudden I was pushed to the wall. He pinned my wrists above my head. Hips and chest pressed against each other. We were centimeters apart. I really wanted to kiss him. So badly. But I couldn't. He broke my heart. And it will only hurt more if I am stupid enough to let him do it again.

"Your lying. I have known you for a long time, now haven't I?" He smirked, his eyes turning dark. I stayed quiet. "Tell me" he repeated. I lashed out, bringing my hips up in hope he would stumble backwards. Instead he grabbed both wrist and put one hand on my waist. "Wanna try that again sweetheart?" He breathed. He was clearly pissed that I wasn't telling him.

"I'm not telling you. Piss off!" I yelled in his face and his grip tightened on my wrists and hip.

"TELL ME!" He screamed. His grip was so tight, it was sure to leave bruises.

"Harry your hurting me!" I yelled, my eyes welling up with tears. He realized what he was doing and let go of me and jumped back. I fell to the floor. I clutched my wrists and hip. Harry was looking at me in pure shock what he just did. I scrambled up and ran to my room, locking the door.

"Hanna! Hanna, I'm sorry! I don't know why I didn't that!" He said through the door. I started to cry. I have cried more in these past few weeks than my whole life. I needed an escape from this place. I called Jack.

"Hey Hanna" Jack said after the fourth ring.

"Jack" my voice cracked.

"Hanna? What's wrong?! Are you alright?!" He said worryingly.

"No. Harry just gave me bruises" I said through the phone.

"Me and the boys are coming over right now!" Jack yelled through the phone.

"Don't start a fight!" I said quickly, not wanting a big fight. But it was too late. He was coming over.

"See you soon Hanna" he said before he hung up. Shit. There doesn't need to be more bruises for god sakes.