28•01•2013
Harry's POV
I threw the door open and slammed it shut. The door would probably be off its hinges if I slammed it harder.
"You weren't gone long" a voice sounded from the kitchen. I walked in to see Paris was still here.
"Get out" I seethed through my gritted teeth.
"I thought since she was out of the picture we would have a little... Fun" she winked. I walked over to her.
"Never. Get out of my house now" I said angrily. She just laughed. I have had enough. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her to the door. "GET OUT!" I screamed and gave her a light push so she would get out.
"Harry-"
"Piss off Paris! I never want to see you again! If you so even just talk to me or Hanna, I am calling the cops" I threatened and I slammed the door in her face. I checked my phone. It read 11:00 pm. Shit. All I can do is wait for Hanna to get back.
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I jolted awake. I was on the floor. I must have fallen asleep in the couch and rolled off. I check my phone and it read 1:00am and Hanna wasn't back yet. I cursed under my breath. I started to wonder if she was purposely doing this for the bet... but then she has already lost it. What do I care? I just need her here. What if something happened to her? It would be all my fault. But all the worrying stopped when I heard the door open. I ran to the hallway and saw Hanna standing there.
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I Still Love You
FanfictionHanna and Harry used to be best friends. Then Harry went away to go on the X Factor and presume his life long dream. Pretty soon, Hanna became famous for singing in a band too. They drift away because Harry says something he can never take back. But...
