Last Chance.

Chapter 16.

Hannah's P.O.V

"Harry, what in the hell are you wearing?" I ask. Letting a chuckle pass past my lips.

"What, you don't like it?" He smirks.

Harry is currently wearing a pair of black skinny jeans that literally look like a dog caught hold of them and tore them to shreds. And of course a white tank top, that let your eyes take over, and wonder about the creations, of tats, and muscle. He also has a black and red snapback on. I have to admit that I like it.

"Uhm, the only thing I'm disagreeing on is the pants!" I answer his question.

"I thought we could both dress inappropriately." He taunts.

I narrow my eyes, giving him the finger. "Fine by me." I say before walking past him and out of the living room, through the kitchen, and finally making my way outside.

Getting into the car, Harry soon joins me. "So, how wild do you get at parties?" He asks. Driving off, I let out a sigh. "Depends, you know crazy things can happen at parties and I don't feel like getting raped or jumped anytime soon!" I exasperate. "Also I'm the driver." I add in.

"Well aren't you just so lucky I'm here to make sure none of that shit happens." He smiles.

"And you've had a lot of stressing stuff going on lately, I'll drive back home, and I'll be by your side 24/7 that way you can party, drink have a good time, but nothing bad will happen." His words came out truthfully.

"Aren't you gonna wanna drink to Harry?" I really hope we can both just not hit up the bottles tonight. I don't really fancy drinking. Fancy. I've been kinda learning English slang I guess. Ha. Back to my main thoughts. Then again, I wanna let go tonight. I need alcohol. Mostly just to take my mind off all that's happened.

"I don't know, Harry." I sigh.

"Alright, alright. Just stay close to me yeah?" He asks.

"Yeah." Is all I reply with.

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"Fuckkkkkk!" I scream as loud as my lungs let me.

I've had at least 5 beers, and I'm a total lightweight. So I'm completely off the edge.

Stumbling off the dance floor, I see Harry, still sitting at the table he promised he'd be at.

At sight of me, he stands to his feet, and helps me to sit down. "Hannah, it's pretty late. We should be going." He looks a bit worried.

For some odd reason, I just start laughing uncontrollably. I can tell he is getting irritated with me, but I don't care. I manage to get up off my ass, and at least try to stand straight.

"I'm gonna hit the loo." I smile. Walking off in the direction of the club restrooms.

After finishing up my business, I walk out. But just as I do, I freeze. Suddenly feeling quite sober.

Cold chills run up my spine, and I can feel my eyes begin to water. "You don't care." I whisper to myself. I want to go home. I wait for the dark brown haired girl to walk away from Harry, and then I make my way over there. Not even making eye contact, I walk past him, through the sweaty intoxicated people, and out the club doors.

I run as fast as I can without falling and make it to the car. Knowing my luck, I don't have the keys.

I take my heels off and hold them with my fingers as I start my long walk home. This is gonna take hours. I groan mentally. It may sound stupid, but there's no way in hell I'm going to go in there and actually even speak to him. He's the last person I want to talk to.

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Harry's P.O.V

I watch as Hannah makes her way to the restrooms. My attention quickly diverts to the body that just slung itself on me. As the girls body peels itself off me, I'm confused to say the least.

Before I can even manage to ask anything she speaks up. "Hi, I'm Megan." She nervously smiles.

"Erm, hi Megan. I'm Harry." I introduce myself as well.

She glances behind her and I take in her appearance. She's pretty tall seeing as she reaches my exact height but with her heels on. She has dark brown hair that is at least 2 inches past her shoulders. She has only 1 dimple on her left cheek. And she is pretty fit. I have to admit she is pretty. But if you stuck Hannah beside her that would be different! Hannah is way more gorgeous than Megan. Not to be mean. Just stating my opinion.

"Uhm, see that guy over there?" She asks.

"Yes?" I answer a bit unsure to where this is going. "Well that's my boyfriend and he's super drunk and if I can't get a guy to kiss me he said he's going to leave me." She says hanging her head low.

My eyes widen realizing what she is meaning. I glance over at the restrooms and there is still no sight of Hannah. I feel really bad for the girl and it's not like me and Hannah are dating. Although that's what I want more than anything, she just doesn't feel that way towards me.

"Sure." I smile trying to lighten the poor girls mood a bit. She smiles and makes sure the bastard known as her boyfriend is watching. I lean in and kiss her. I feel nothing at all. It was just a plain old no meaning kiss.

The girl thanks me before walking away. Right as she does so, I see Hannah's body rush past me, making her way outside.

Confused, I make my way past all the sweaty drunk people and walk out the club doors. I don't see Hannah anywhere. Dammit where did she go?

I jump in the car and start driving. I make sure I'm not going to fast making sure I can spot her. After about five minuets I see her. I slow down by the sidewalk where she's quickly walking.

"Hannah. Hey, what's going on? What are you doing?" I shout. She doesn't even look at me, she just keeps walking. "Hannah get in the car!" I attempt once again. But of course she just keeps walking. Not even attempting to glance my way. That's it.

I pull over and shut the engine off. Getting out, I make my way to her. "Hannah, what are you doing?" I ask again, getting frustrated. She just keeps walking. Grabbing her arm, ceasing her from moving, I turn her around to face me.

"Talk to me." I plead. Her words are far from expected. "I don't want to talk to you Harry. And why do you want to talk to me, when you could be making out with some girl back at the club!" She shouts. Now I'm officially confused. Obviously I know now that Hannah saw, but what I'm confused about is why does she even care?

"You saw that huh?" I ask. "Yeah, I did." She spits.

"Its not what you think." I tell her. She just laughs before attempting to walk away. But I stop her. "It's not Hannah." I state.

"Then tell me Harry. What was it?" She rolls her eyes. Waiting for my reply.
"The girls boyfriend was wasted as fuck and he said he was going to break up with her if she didn't get a kiss." I say but it comes out close to a yell. I guess I didn't realize my voice grew louder. "I felt bad, so I said id kiss her." I finish off.

Hannah's upper set of teeth sink into her lower lip. "Ohh." Is all she replies with.

"Now it's your turn to explain."

"What do you mean? She asks puzzled.

"Obviously you were pissed that I kissed her. Why? Why did you care?" I ask intrigued. Her eyes widen and she shuffles her feet.

"Harry.." She begins.

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