Last Chance.

Chapter 7.

Harry's P.O.V

I kept my hand over her mouth.

I felt a tear land on one of my fingers? Obviously it had dropped off her face.

I had to let her know, I wasn't gonna hurt her.

"Listen, if I take my hand away, promise not to scream?" I asked her.

She shook her head yes.

I gently took my hand away.

Thank god, she actually didn't scream. But she did run over to her bed.

"W- who are you?" She stuttered.

"I'm not gonna share any information just yet." I told her. "I want to sort this all out, understand?" I asked her.

She barely but noticeable by me, shook her head.

"Okay." I said.

I slowly walked over by her bed. Sitting down, she just stayed in place. About ten feet away.

"What's your name love?" I asked her.

"Uhm, hello, this is my house!" She shouted. "Don't you think I should be asking your name?! And more importantly, asking why the fuck your in my house?! " She snapped.

This surprised me.

"Your right. I'm sorry." I said.

She looked up at me. Wow, she has beautiful eyes. Gorgeous pools of blue.

"Hannah". She mumbled, very low. I almost didn't hear her.

"That's your name?" I asked making sure.

"Yeah". She answered.

"Harry." I said. Looking right into her eyes.

"Well Harry, mind spilling what the actual fuck is going on?"

"Uhm, this is gonna be a long story." I told her.

"I have time." She said.

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Hannah's P.O.V

He told me the entire story. From his mom making him go to Florida, to him taking the wrong flight and ending up in Ohio, to the part where he was homeless and broke in to find a place to stay.

In all honesty. I was scared! But a pretty big part of me, wasn't.

"Wow". Is all I could choke out.

"Hannah, I didn't mean to scare you". He said.

"You did". I answered back.

"Well I'm sorry." He said, looking into my eyes.

I could already tell, there were multiple sides to this boy. And for some odd reason, I was interested in finding out them sides.

"It's getting late". I looked at him.

"Yeah". Is all he said back.

We have a guest bedroom, but I just don't know If I should let him stay.

Let him, don't let him, let him, don't let him?

Ugh, I needed to stop arguing with myself.

"Ill leave." I heard him say.

That snapped me out of my thoughts.

I just sat there. Not saying a word. As I watched him exit my room.

I was tempted to call after him and tell him he could stay. But in all honestly I don't even know him.

I heard the door downstairs open and close and knew he'd left.

He left.

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