I Still Love You

•Chapter 27•Hanna's POV•

27•01•2013

Hanna's POV

He leaned in and kissed me. I really wanted to pull away... But I couldn't. I was falling for him. I kissed back, with passion. He lifted me up an I wrapped my legs around his waste as we continued to kiss. He slid his hands up and down my thighs. I ran my fingers through his soft curls. I took his shirt off and tossed it to some unknown place. He guided me into his bedroom and sat me on the bed, without breaking the kiss. I tugged my shirt off and tossed it aside, giving Harry more skin to inspect. His hands roamed all over my stomach. He took his pants off and unbuckled my jeans, sliding them down and we were only left in our underwear.

"You have no idea how long I have wanted to kiss you like this" Harry mumbled against my skin. "Even if its for the wrong reasons..." What the hell did that mean. I pushed him off of me.

"So you think that I only see you as a boy toy?!" I asked, getting a bit annoyed at him already.

"That's not what I meant" Harry said back.

"Then what? Please explain" I said grabbing my shirt and tugging it back over my bare stomach.

"I love you... And you feel sorry for me. So we do... Whatever that was" he finished off.

"Your an ass Styles!" I yell and go back to my room. I was about to lock it but the door swung open. He pinned me back to the wall.

"Then why were you doing that?" He asked, looking at me straight in the eye. 'Because I love you!' I wanted to scream but even I wasn't that sure of my feelings for Harry. But I am pretty sure I am slowly falling for him. Again. Crap.

"I can't tell you" I said plainly.

"Is it that secret?" Harry asked, his voice really low and raspy.

"Yes..." I said back. I looked at his eyes and he was pissed.

"I know how to get you to tell me" he says with a smirk on his face.

"W-what?" I stuttered. He started to kiss my neck, looking for my sweet spot. As soon as he got it, I let out a moan. But he was only doing this because he wanted me to tell him. "Get off of me" I said. This was turning back into the night when I first saw Harry at that party. He looked at me straight in the eye.

"Dammit Hanna! Why won't you tell me?" He yelled at my face.

"Why would I have to tell you?! Your not my boyfriend! I don't have to tell you anything!" I yelled back. "Get out of my room" I said to him. He looked hurt. I didn't really give a shit right now. I just wanted to be left alone at the moment.

"Fine" he said as he walked off, out of my room and slammed the door shut.

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"Where the hell were you?!" My dad yelled at me, the stench of alcohol all over him.

"I had to stay a bit late at school. They needed help with setting up the-"

"I don't give a shit on what they needed help with Hanna!" He yelled and slapped me across the face, making me fall to the floor.

"I'm sorry dad! It won't happen again!" I cried.

"It better not you bitch. You were nothing but a load of work from the day you were born. You don't deserve to be alive. In fact..." He trails off bring a knife from behind his hand. "We can fix that right now" he said moving towards me with the knife in his hand. I screamed. I did the only thing that could do to stay alive. I kicked his knee and he fell to the floor. I grabbed my bag with all my stuff that I always have in it to survive and ran out the door. I called the police and told them about the situation. I ran to the only place where I knew was safe. Harry's house. This dream wasn't just from my imagination... It was a memory. I got to Harry's house and called his name. After shutting the door, I turned around and saw Harry standing there, with a knife in his hand. Next thing I know, he plunged the knife into my heart.

I woke up screaming. That was all a memory... Except the last part. In real life, the police arrested my dad and I lived with Harry for a few weeks then I lived with my other friend, Kat.

"Hanna? What happened?" A voice from the doorway sounded loud in the middle if the night. I looked up and saw Harry standing at the door way, in his boxers. He must have seen my terrifying facial expression. "A nightmare again?" He asked coming over. He sat on the other side of the bed. When I didn't move, he circled me into his arms.

"I don't understand why I'm having them now" I said to Harry.

"Me either baby girl. Me either".