UNEDITED
Hannah's POV
When I arrive at my parents house I make sure to see if I look presentable. I don't want it to look like I've been crying. When I'm done re-applying me makeup I get out and knock on the door.
"Oh Hannah! it's so good to see you! I missed you so much!" She said as she kissed my head and hugged me.
"I know, I missed you too mom! It's been so long." I replied back
"So, how are you and Justin? Have any surprises?" She winks
I laugh nervously "Well... um... can I talk to you? Like, privately? I need to tell you something." I sigh
"Yeah, sure honey. You can tell me anything. I'm always gonna be here for you. Now, come inside and sit on the couch. We can talk there. Your father should be home in about an hour or so, just so you know."
"Okay." I say as we walk inside. When I walk inside I see that ever since I was engage to Justin they have upgraded the furniture. When I was little I wasn't exactly rich so we didn't have many nice things. So it was good see how good this house looked redone and modern.
"So, what did you want to talk about?" she questions
"Well, might as well start at the beginning..." I sigh. "This all started 3 weeks ago when Justin and I kinda... had....sex." My moms eyes immediately widen as I blush. "We were so happy until like 2 days after and then Justin was always at the studio. He never came home until late at night and only came to get like 3 hours of sleep. It was really pointless coming home if you ask me, because then he would get up before me and leave. Sometimes he didn't even come home. I started to get worried thinking that he was cheating on me and not really at the studio. But the thought was quickly pushed away when I thought about the paparazzi. They would've gotten pictures and such. So then I was convinced that he was just recording his last album. But he always let me listen to the songs and tell him thinks I liked and things he could do to make them better. I got really confused when he just texted me saying he was leaving for Miami. Like, who does that?" I sigh as I finished. I don't really want to cry so I try to swallow the lump that's forming in my throat and push back the tears that are threatening to spill out.
"Oh, honey. It's okay! Maybe he just wants to surprise you, you know? I mean who would hurt you. You're so pretty and Justin loves you more than anything in the world. He must have good explanation or a good reason for what he is doing."
"I don't know... but there's something else..." I trail off
"What is it honey?"
"I'm... I'm pregnant... And Justin doesn't know. I've been trying to tell him but he doesn't answer his phone so I can't ask him out to dinner to tell him." Now I'm full on sobbing. I hate the fact that Justin doesn't know. I don't know what to do anymore. "I don't know know what to do." I repeat.
"Oh honey! Why didn't you tell me in the first place? Hannah, I'm so sorry." She says as she wraps we arms around me.
"Mom, I don't know what to do. I was going to take a break from him because I can't deal with being ignored for weeks at a time."
"How about you go upstairs and take a rest and then we can talk about what you should do about the whole pregnancy thing okay?" She suggests.
"Okay. Thanks mom, I thought I could do this all on my own but I guess not." I chuckle
"It's okay. Everyone needs help sometimes. I'm just glad you came to me." She says as she hugs me one last time before I go upstairs to my old room.
When I enter my old room it's all boring and lifeless than it used to be when I was here. All my posters are in a box in the closet, the walls, that used to be purple (Justin's favorite color at that time) are now white, the only thing that was the same was my dresser with my picture frames.
As I sit on the bed I can't help but let out a long sigh. It's been a long day and I don't know what to think or do anymore. Minutes later I let sleep overtake my body.
THE NEXT DAY -- JUSTIN'S POV
I feel really bad that I did that to Hannah. After we had sex I just had to finish this album.I've been waking up and coming home late for weeks trying to get the album done for her. The sex just made me have this emotion and I don't really know how to describe it. She just inspires me so much.
So for the past few weeks I've been in the studio working in this album. One song on the album is describing the way she made me felt and what we did when we had sex for the first time. It's going to be amazing. And on top if that, I'm going to release it on her birthday. It's going to be so perfect.
I've recently gone to Miami because Ariana Grande was there, and I know how much Hannah loves her, so I'm doing a song with her. Well, I'm not rewriting a song with her, I'm just redoing 'Honeymoon Avenue'. I'm going to be switching some rhythms around, it something like that. It just has to be perfect.
"I feel like my heart is stuck in... traffic,
I'm under..., pressure, pressure
Let's just go back to the way it was
When we were on... (Honeymoon Avenue, Honeymoon Avenue)
Let's just go back, back, back." I finish singing. I take of the headphones and leave the recording box. "That was so amazing! I hope Hannah loves it!"
"I'm pretty sure she will. Are you planning on giving Hannah a birthday party? or...? because I wouldn't mind performing this life for her, with you of course." Ariana suggested.
"I honestly don't know yet. Ill think about it and get back to you."
"Okay, you have my number. Well, I best be going. Bye Justin, tell me what she says!" She yells as shes walking out the door.
"Will do!" I yell back. I feel so bad leaving. She must think I'm ignoring her. Should I call her? Yeah... maybe I should. After 4 rings she finally picks up.
"Hello, Justin?" She answers
"Yeah, it's me. How are you babe?" I reply
"Uh... um I'm good. Look Justin, I'm really busy I have to go..."
"Okay, I'll see you at home baby. I love you bye!"
"Yeah... bye" She hangs up.
Mmm.. Okay, well, I guess I should go home and sleep. I was planning on talking to her for a while, I guess not. As I walk out to my car a whole bunch of different scenarios pop into my head. What if she's cheating? is she mad? what if she hated the sex? Phft, no. It was her first time so she has nothing to compare it too.
I'm just paranoid I guess. She's okay. And as soon as I get home I'm giving her the song. I don't care if its early by a couple of weeks. It will be my I'm sorry/don't be mad at me gift.
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How was that? A little bit longer? I don't know who Hannah will be yet. Any suggestions?
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