Last Chance.

Chapter 18.

Hannah's P.O.V

"Drew." I seethe.

I'm about to curse and scream at him, when Destinys laughter cuts me off.

I direct my attention to her as she finally stops, but still wears a smile upon her face. Something is off. This isn't a friendly smile, and it somewhat matches Drew's. Which is a red flag that something is most definitely up.

"What's so funny?" I cough awaiting an answer.

"Nothing, hun." She giggle's again. But this time the venom in her voice is evident.

"Don't 'hun' me Des." I roll my eyes. "What's he doing here?" I question, not even bothering to look his way.

"Don't speak like I'm not here." He stands up walking toward me. On instinct I take one step back.

"Well, maybe you shouldn't be." I spit.

"Hannah, can I talk to you?" Destiny's voice cuts in. I look over to see a not so pleased expression held on her face. "Now." She demands.

I walk out the door, not saying another word. I hear Destiny's footsteps sound from behind me. I get far enough away before turning toward her and giving her a 'wtf' look.

"Hannah what the hell?" She speaks.

"Wait a minuet. You did not just turn this all on me. You must be fucking kidding me. Why did you even invite me over? To what, make me relive the shit he did to me?" I scoff. Folding my arms over my chest defensively.

"No, I thought we could all hang out. You need to let it go. It's all over with. You healed." She rolls her eyes.

Oh, she did not. She knows it took months for the scars to fully heal. Some being left permanent. Drew was the biggest mistake I think I've ever made.

"I thought we were friends." I spit.

"We are, Hannah."

"No.. We aren't."

"Your being ridiculous. Just tell him your sorry, and let's get on with the night." She says letting the boredom seep through her words.

"Apologize to him? Are you high? He both physically and mentally abused me!" I shout.

She shakes her head before walking back to her room door. She looks back once more before disappearing into the room.

I can't believe that she chose Drew over me. After she witnessed my bruises and cuts. I thought we were friends. I was wrong. There goes another mistake I've made.

I force the tears back, before running down the stairs. Out the door, and down the sidewalk.

***

Harry's P.O.V

It's been a week since Hannah told me how she felt in the bathroom. I was so shocked, that I couldn't force words to come out of my mouth. I've been beating at myself ever since. I let her walk out. How stupid could I be. I like her. A lot. But I just ruined everything. Hannah deserves so much better than me. I've been ignoring her because I'm to ashamed. I can't give her all she needs. I can't shower her with all she wants. She, deserves someone who can.

I've been sitting here, just thinking.
She's gone at Destinys, and I just need her here instead.

I need to tell her how I feel. She did. She risked telling me how she truly felt. I need to stop being such a bloody wimp and do the same.

I have no idea where Destiny lives, but I need to go get Hannah. I don't think I can hold it in much longer. Why did I let her walk out that door? Why didn't I stop her?

As much as I hate the thought gathering in my head, it's all I have to work with. I have to wait till she gets home. That's gonna be the hardest part. Waiting.

Its now 3am. I ended up falling asleep for a while. Took a shower. Fixed dinner. Ate. Watched tv. Fell asleep again. Then now I've been calling her phone nonstop. She won't answer, and I'm starting to freak out a little. Okay, a lot.

I hit the call button and on the fourth ring, It sounds more real. It's gotten louder, and closer. That's when I hang up. She comes around the corner.

I'm on the verge of asking harshly why she's been avoiding my calls, and staying out till 3am, but I halt when, I saw her tear stained cheeks, and a bottle of whiskey clutched tightly in her left hand. She has a sad smirk on, and I can tell she is drunk.

I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Hannah baby, what happened?" I ask.

She pouts, sadly staring at my face before tipping the bottle back, taking a large swish. She loses balance and trips backwards. I rush forward, catching her before she hits the ground.

"Why?" She slurs. Still looking somber.

"Why what?"

"Why'd you catch me? I mean, you don't even like me. I told you that I had feelings and you ignored me. It hurt Harry." Her face flashes different emotions. Anger, and hurt.

I grab the bottle of whiskey and sit it on the coffee table to the side. I pick her up, and although she tries to be reluctant, she's to tired, and passes out on the way upstairs.

I pull off her combat boots and sit them on the floor. Next I slip her skinny jeans off and pull the leather jacket and shirt off her upper torso, and as bad as I want to admire her curvy body, I know better. I tuck her in, and leave the room.

Climbing into bed myself.. I can't sleep. Knowing what awaits me in the morning.

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