The Holy Trinity {Grace, Hannah, Mamrie} | Oneshots

One Last Time {Hartbig}

The sun streaming in from the half-closed curtains was what had caused Grace to wake up in the first place. As soon as she opened her eyes, she wished that the weather had been worse. Moving the arm that the other girl wasn't laying on over her eyes, she tried to steady her whirling thoughts. Her right arm was numb from the weight of her companion, and she could still smell sex and vodka in the air.

"Gracie?" The other girl mumbled, still half asleep. "Are you awake?"

"Yes, Han," Grace sighed, "Of course I am."

Hannah sat up, her eyes suddenly wide open. She didn't care that she bed sheet had fallen and crumpled around her waist, leaving the curve of her breast perfectly visible. Running a hand through her short hair, she looked over at her best friend. Her best friend who she just might be in love with.

"Shit," Hannah said plainly, "Not again."

"Yes again, Hannah," Grace propped herself up on her elbow, tucking a strand of golden hair behind her ear and looking up at Hannah earnestly. "We can't keep ignoring this."

"We have for the past year, Gracie." The shorter girl's tone was cold and bitter, cutting through the air like a carving knife. Before Grace had time to reply, Hannah stood up, her back facing the bed. "I have to go."

She rooted around the room for a few minutes, locating her underwear, clothes and wallet. Hurriedly, she dressed herself and opened the bedroom door without looking back.

If she'd have turned around, she would have noticed the big, silent tears rolling down Grace's cheeks. If she'd have paused before unlocking the front door, she might have heard Grace's hoarse whisper:

"I love you, Hannah Hart."