I'll Do Anything For You: Haleb

2. Drunk

Caleb's POV:

Grief does not even begin to describe my feelings right now, as I walk away from Hanna's house. She completely hates me. And, I mean, she has every right to. I hate me, too. I was so stupid. I let go of the one thing that I loved. The one person who loved me and could turn my frown into a smile. Hanna was my everything. And I lost her. Let her go. Just like that.

The one thing I care about. Is gone. Actually, to be more specific, I blew it. If only I could do something to prove to Hanna that I love her. And that I did since that night she caught me living at school. I just looked her in the eye and instantly fell in love.

I need to do something. I'm not letting go this easily. I just can't.

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Hanna's POV:

Caleb just left. Just like that. Ugh. I miss him already. Why did I make him leave? I need some serious girl talk from someone. Spencer? Nah she'll start boring me with her speeches. Aria? What does she know? She's dating her teacher. Emily? She's not exactly into boys. Hmmm...

And then it hits me. I need wine. Alcohol. Alcohol solves everything.

No, no it really doesn't. But I'd like to think it does for a couple hours.

So I walk over to the alcohol cabinet and open it. I grab a bottle of wine and set it at the table while staring at it.

Should I do it? No. Maybe. Yes. Totally. And without any more thinking, I just grab the bottle, open the cap and gulp the whole thing in just five minutes. I then set the empty bottle of wine on the table and sit down. I think.

My thoughts are blurred. I have a sudden urge to call Mona.

Ugh. Voicemail.

"Hey, it's Mona. Leave a message."

"Heeeyyyy Mooonnnnn. I jussst wwwaaannnttteeeeddd to sssaayyy hhhiiii." I hang up. Now that's done. Goodie.

And now there's only one thing on my mind... or should I say person.

I grab my keys and run out the door to Caleb's apartment.

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Caleb's POV:

I'm currently staying at an apartment I'm renting. It's small, but it's better than sleeping at school. Since my phone business is going fine, I have just enough money to stay here. It has a small living room with just a couch and a tv, a tiny kitchen with just a fridge, a stove and a sink, a tiny bedroom that could just fit a double bed and a tiny desk and a small bathroom.

But I don't need much room to flop on the couch and start crying. And so I do. I cry my eyes out. I lost the thing I loved. I've been crying for about ten minutes when I hear a knock on my door. I wipe my tears and go to see who it is.

When I open my door, I'm surprised to see Hanna. Why is she here? I brace myself. In the movies, this is the part where the guy gets yelled at and/or slapped. But that's definitely not what comes to me. I suddenly feel Hanna's warm arms around me in a hug. Out of shock, I'm silent. But she's not.

"Caaalleeeebbb!" She exclaims. I look at her weird but stay silent. "I need to taaalllkkkk to yyyoooouuuu."

"Come in." I tell her and she nods. She tries to walk in, but trips and falls. I laugh and pick her up.

"I love it when you carry my like that. It makes me feel like a princess." Hanna says quietly. I smile. I look down at her. Yup, she's drunk.

"That's because you are a princess." I say to her and watch her smile and blush. Her smile is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. In my head, I added a 'my princess' to the end of my sentence. I walk her to the couch and put her down on it.