Last Chance.

Chapter 14.

Hannah's P.O.V

Harry has been asleep for a while now. Me, on the other hand, hasn't been to sleep. I am exhausted! But, I decide I am gonna repay him, just in a different way.

Getting up, I walk in to the kitchen. Strutting over to the fridge and grabbing the whip cream and opening the jar of cherries. This is going to be priceless.

A thought makes it's way to my head. I need to get this on video! I quietly run up to my room and grab my video recorder and the stand to hold it up.

Next I quietly open Harry's door and tiptoe in. Setting the stand up in the corner where I doubt he'll notice and sit the video recorder on the stand.

Quietly tiptoeing back out, I head downstairs grabbing the whip cream and a cherrie.

Making my way back upstairs and into his room I go to the right side of the bed, which he is laying on and spray whip cream on his face. I don't just spray it everywhere. I trace over his eyebrows, but add the middle making a unibrow. Next putting little dots of whip cream on his cheeks. Little whip cream freckles. Then applying it all over his plump lips. I next reach over and grab the red juicy cherrie on the night table and plop it right in the opening of his mouth. It looks like a red dot in a pool of white cream. But mostly it just looks hilarious.

I try so hard not to giggle. I lean in, and hover over him, making sure not to come in contact with his skin. Or, get to close. I whisper, as softly as possible. "Harry. Wakey, Wakey!" Still making my voice as soft and quiet as possible. A quiet but giddy giggle escapes my lips. But he doesn't even stir. Damn he's a heavy sleeper.

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Harry's P.O.V

I was sleeping when my phone rang and woke me up. I didn't bother to answer so I just turned my phone off. I hear the door creak and snap my eyes shut. Peeking out of my right eye, I see Hannah setting up a video recorder in the corner on a stand. Hitting play before walking out. I stay still as if I were still sleeping since I'm obviously on camera. Knowing Hannah will try and watch it later, I can't spoil it and start moving. So, I have to pretend.

Snapping my right eye shut, as I hear her enter my room once again.

She walks over and starts spraying whip cream all over my face. I cant believe I'm lying here, actually awake, and letting her do this! But after all that she's been threw in the past 24 hours or so, I decide I'll let her have some fun with this.

I keep my face as stern and emotionless as possible. She finally finishes with the whip cream and I feel her drop something on my mouth and it weighs more than the whip cream as it weighs it down. The sweet liquid drops past my lips, making me realize it's a cherrie.

I can sense she's trying really hard not to laugh. Which makes it harder for me to keep still and keep a blank expression. But, I manage to do just that.

I feel the bed dip and her hover over me. She makes sure not to make contact and to not get to close. I wish she would accidentally slip and her baby smooth skin would come in contact with my inked skin. I long to feel her, to run my fingers over her smooth skin.

Angelic. That was the sound that floods my ears, her voice. Cause it's her voice that is angelic. It's so quiet, so soft. Her voice almost sounds fragile, like one thing could snap it in half.
"Harry." She softly whispers. "Wakey, Wakey." She coos. She giggles, not being able to hold it back any longer.

I stay still and quiet. She let's out a huff before removing herself from the bed and walking to the video camera.
I open my eyes fully now. She's stood, fully in front of it. You can only see her ribs down to her waist in the screen. No background. I quietly get up off the bed and make my way towards her. Surprisingly and gladly, she doesn't hear me.

I make my way to her, and stand directly behind her.

"Hey!" I shout. She jumps what I thought is 20 feet in the air.

"Damn you Harry!" She shouts.

I start laughing, not being able to keep it held captive. I fall back on the bed, still laughing.

Hannah glares at me, before busting out laughing and pointing at me.

I quieted down and look at her confusingly. "What?" I ask. "Why are you pointing at me?" I ask again.

"Well, Harry. I think someone forgot they had a little some-thin some-thin on there face. She laughs.

My eyes grow wide and I sprint to the other side of the room into the bathroom. Taking a wash cloth and wiping my face off.

Walking back out I walk over to where she's standing, by the wall. Still with that smug smirk.

Walking up to her I stare at her intently, the smirk slowly slipping off her pink lips. As she starts to back up, do to my eyes staring straight into her.

"Where you going?" I speak seductively. She's now backed up as far as she can manage. Her back pressed up against the wall. I press my chest to hers, leaning down slowly to whisper in her ear.

"This isn't over." I back up and walk out of the room with a smirk.

I have left behind me a shocked Hannah. Feeling quite happy with myself for doing so.

Walking downstairs, and into the kitchen. My eyes fall upon the jar of cherries she left out. I put the lid back on and stick the jar back in the fridge.

Walking over to the couch, I sit down and switch the t.v on. Laying there, my eyes grow heavy. Blackness over takes all vision.

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Waking up, I realize I dozed off. I get up off the couch and head to the bathroom in the hallway. After taking care of my business, I decide to go to the basement to work out a bit. Turning the corner and walking to the very end of the hall. I stop.

There it is again. The door.. His door.
Hannah's brothers door. She still hasn't told me anything about him.

All I know, it that she has a brother, this is his room, and nothing else. Obviously he doesn't live here. Live..live. Maybe he isn't alive? No, that's probably not it.

I notice a sticker up at the top that I somehow hadn't noticed before. It reads: Bentley.

That must be his name. Bentley.
Bentley Brooks. That would explain the huge BB in Hannah's room, on one of her walls. With what it looked to be hundreds of photos of her and some boy, surrounding it. Wait, that boy. That boy in the photos, thats him. That's Bentley.

I jog back upstairs and, knock on Hannah's door. I feel excited, but sad, also scared shitless that if I bring up what I'm about to that she's gonna blow up on me.

But, I'm gonna get this out of her. I'm determined to. So, I will.

"Come in!" She yells through the door.

I walk in, and my eyes directly go to 'the wall'. I can't tear my gaze away, I try, but I can't.

Hannah stares at me confused, before following my gaze. Once she takes notice of what I'm staring at, her face pales.

She looks, like she could throw up at any moment. But mostly she looks fragile, and like she's just about to snap in a billion little pieces.

It hurts me to see her like this. But, I need her to talk.

She tears her gaze away from her lap and looks up at me. With the saddest, blue eyes I've ever seen.

"Okay." Is all she says.

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Hey guys! Please comment and vote! Also comment and tell me what you think about Hannah's brother! Is he dead, just away somewhere? What?!(;
Also, I'm not sure when to make Hannah and Harry, fall for eachother!?
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Hannah- 💜