Last Chance.

Chapter 9.

Harry's P.O.V

After Hannah had said I could stay, we headed out and are currently driving back to her place right now.

"So, where are you from?" She asked me. Obviously trying to break the awkward silence.

"Cheshire, England. " I answered her question.

"I've always wanted to go to England!" She said. Letting a small smile creep up to her face.

"Adorable."

"What?" She said looking at me confused.

Shit, I totally just spoke what I was thinking. Dammit Harry, keep it in your head.

"Harry?"

I looked up at her. Seeing as she was waiting for my answer.

"Uhm, your dimples, when you smile." "There adorable." I said. Looking at her while smirking.

I saw a small tent of pink rush to her cheeks. "Thanks." She said looking at the road.

We pulled in, Hannah shutting off the engine.

Getting out of the car, I noticed her house was quite large.

I followed her inside. I never noticed before, but her house is beautiful. Inside and out.

I stood there awkwardly...

"Are you sure your mom will be okay with this?" I asked her.

"She's not here." She replied. Walking into a different room. Turning out to be the living room as I soon entered after her.

She sat down on one of the three large couches. I followed her actions sitting down beside her.

"Lets get to know eachother." I said with a smirk while putting my hand on her upper thigh.

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Hannah's P.O.V

Chills ran up my body when his hand landed on my thigh.

"Harry?" I asked. His hand still in place.

"Yeah, love?" He questioned.

"Move the hand, before I move it for you!" I hissed.

His hand still kept its place on my upper thigh. God, what did this boy not understand? Most boys would have removed there hand before I would even finish my sentence. But, not Harry. No. He was different. A lot different, but in a way, I'm glad. All them other boys were just.. Just fake. I mean, yes, I've only ever had 2 boyfriends. But , I know a lot about the male species.

Harry still didn't move his hand. So I took action. Smacking his hand off, and kicking him off the couch.

A small giggle escaped my lips. But I quickly covered my mouth as he stood up, his height overpowering mine.

"You really shouldn't have don't that.." He said, in a husky, deep, lustful voice.

I gulped. No words flowing from my parted mouth.

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