To Protect Each Other ~ A Haleb Story

Dead to Me

HANNA'S POV...

Sitting at the kitchen table of Caleb's apartment, I flicked through the latest 'VOGUE' magazine which I've had delivered here instead of my house. I rubbed my fingers over the perfume sample called 'Coco Madamoiselle' and closed my eyes in delight.

"Mmm..."

"What do you want for breakfast?" I was brought out of my daze by Caleb walking into the kitchen, only in his boxers. "Why are you sniffing a magazine?"

"It's called a perfume sample you dumbass. And I hate breakfast." I replied and admired a new Michael Kors handbag.

"Well as long as you're under my watch, you're eating." He said and started brewing a coffee before getting food out of the cupboards and fridge.

"I'm gonna eat at lunch time. I feel sick when I eat in the mornings."

"I don't care. You can eat or go home."

"Rude."

"I know. But, if I want to do anything, it's keep you healthy." He said, never turning around. Closing the magazine, I got up and walking over to the counter where he was mixing something. I slowly wrapped my arms around his waist and rested my head on his broad back.

"I am healthy." I whispered into his back.

"You're on about five different medications and you don't do that when you're healthy. And I know what you're like... you pretend to be okay when you're not and you pretend to not be hungry when you're starving." He explained.

"Well I am okay and I'm really not hungry." I stood on my tippy toes to look over his shoulder, "But seeing as you're making waffles for two, there's nothing I can do so I'm gonna go get ready." I said, kissed his shoulder and walked towards the bathroom. Why does he make it so hard for me to be mad at him?

"Good because I'll force it down your throat if you don't."

"Whatever, dad..."

"Hanna!"

"What?!" I huffed, turning back around. He finally turned, too.

"Speaking of, what time's your dad coming?" He asked. He's so nervous. I can tell, he's freaking out.

"When he feels like it, he's got a busy schedule looking after two vampires." I smirked and turned back around. I'll talk to him later.

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Opening up the wardrobe which I practically rid of Caleb's clothes last night, I looked through my options. Eventually, I decided on black leggings – because it hurts to wear jeans – and a baby pink tank top.

"Oh my god what do I look like?" I muttered when I looked in the mirror. Not bothering with any makeup, I threw my hair into a messy ponytail and put on my classic strawberry Chapstick.

"You look beautiful." A deep voice said from the doorway. Immediately blushing, I turned around with a stupid smile on my face.

"I look like a demented creamsicle." He laughed.

"No. You don't." He made his way over to me and securely wrapped his arms around my waist with his hands coming to rest on my butt. "You look gorgeous." He then said quieter as I laid my head on his chest.

"Thank you." I whispered, "Hey don't worry about my dad." I continued and rubbed up and down his back.

"I just hate the way he speaks to you. No one should be able to speak to you like that." He said into my hair.