Last Chance.

Chapter 15.

Hannah's P.O.V

When Harry first enters my room, I'm not quite sure, what he needs. But, soon finding out what it is, I wish I hadn't.

Once he entered threw the door, his gaze went directly to my wall on my left side of my bed. Way across the other side of the room.

I tore my gaze away from him and stared at the wall. The huge white letters on my middle colored pink walls, stood out abundantly. You could barely see the color of the wall do to all the photos surrounding the white letters.

The letters read BB. I feel sick, and scared. I can tell my face has paled and tears prick at my eyes. But, I'm also some-what confused. Why is he staring at it. There's no way he knows what the letters stand for. Right?

I glance up from my lap, looking at Harry. He's now staring back at me. He doesn't say anything. He doesn't need to. His look says it all.

"Okay." Is all I say. I know he understands that I mean I'm ready to talk to him about it now. Although, I'm not sure if I really am. It's a very touchy subject for me. My brother meant the world to me, he always will. I'm snapped out of my thoughts as the bed presses in as a body sits close to me. Harry's body.

"BB. Bentley Brooks." His voice rings through my ears.

"How did you find out?" I sigh.
Harry looks at me, and slightly smiles. "Your brothers door. There's a sticker up at the top, it has his name on it." I nod, taking in what he has just said on how he figured it out.

"Hannah, I can tell your brother means a lot to you, and I'm so confused. I mean you don't want me near his door and you don't even go near it yourself. He doesn't live here anymore obviously. Where is he?" Harry questions me trying to find out what he can.

"Heaven." I whisper. My voice barely audible and cracking.

Harry's P.O.V

Her eyes finally give way and tears spill out of the beautiful blue eyes of hers. Even when she's crying and her eyes slightly get puffy and red from it, her eyes are beautiful.

I lean over tugging her in my arms. "Shhh, babe. It's okay. Calm down, let it out. You can talk when you calm down. For now, just let go." I soothingly whisper to the whimpering girl I'm holding.

Her body shakes from her sobs, she's letting all the tears she's been holding back release. I keep her cradled in my arms, soothingly whispering calming words to her.

After about twenty-five minuets she slowly sits up. I for some odd reason wanted to pull her back in my arms, and keep her there. Not letting her go. Slightly shaking my head and pushing those incoherent thoughts aside, I focus on the beautiful torn girl in front of me. God, I hate to see her like this.

"Harry?" She asks looking up at me.

"Yes love?" I ask wiping a stray tear that had slipped down her cheek, away.

"Well, I'm about to share something I've never shared with anyone else before with you.. and I just think we need to get to know each other better, I mean I barely know anything about you.. and same goes with you not knowing much about me." She whispers.

I still heard her clearly. "Agreed." I smile at her before beginning the talk that may take a little while.

Hannah watches me carefully as I begin to talk.

"My full name is Harold Edward Styles."

"I like to be called Harry, for short." I chuckle.

"I'm 19."