Last Chance.

Chapter 19.

Hannah's P.O.V

The light coming through my curtains blinds me and doesn't help with my aching head. I remember a lot from last night, but I wish I didn't.

Climbing out of bed, I walk to the bathroom. Do my business , and turn the shower on. Stripping out of my bra and panties I step in and immediately my muscles relax a bit under the hot water.

After shampooing, washing my body, and shaving what was needed to be shaved, I shut the water off and grab my large purple towel. Securely wrapping it around my body.

I dry off putting my undergarments on and walking to the closet.

Since I still felt like complete shit, I grab a pair of black leggings, and a white tank top. Slipping a red, white, blue and black plaid long sleeve on over top. My feet feel bare and so I grab a pair of black and red ankle socks, tugging them on.

I decide to let my hair air dry, brown curls start to form, falling down my back. I put on mascara and grab my phone off the charger.

I take in a large breath before exiting my room and descending down the stairs. Here goes nothing.

Harry is seated on the couch, remote in hand, flipping through the channels.

When he sees me, he stands up and switched the tv off.

"Morning." He says sitting back down.

"Morning." I mimic walking across the room and sitting on the coffee table in front of the couch he's sat on.

"Uhm, I know we have a lot of things we need to talk about. So, where should we start?" I ask.

"How about with last night?" He stares intensely at me.

"I used to date this boy named Drew.
He both physically and mentally abused me. I'm not sure why he did it, but it all started after we were together for three months. I tried to get away. To tell someone, but he threatened me. He threatened my family. So, I had to suck it up and take it. One day my mom started noticing all the bruises and a few cuts. I tried hiding them with jumpers and joggers. But, when they started to appear on my face and places I couldn't hide them, she noticed. Long story short, I got away from him. Well, last night, when I showed up to Destinys he was there. Apparently she's with him. We argued and let's say we aren't friends anymore. And never will be again. I left and had some random guy buy me alcohol since I'm underage. Got drunk and came home. You found me and took care of me. Thank you."

I'm shocked at how easily that came out of my mouth.

Harry's face is confusing. It's filled with different emotions, all hard to read. I make out confusion, mixed with surprise at my outburst of information he clearly didn't see coming either. I see his face turn stern and his muscles tense. His fists collect at his sides in balls and his veins are visibly throbbing.

"Harry, please don't worry about it. It was forever ago. A year and three months to be exact."

"That bastard! He's lucky I'm gonna leave his piece of shit self alone for your sake. Maybe."

I sigh. Taking his hand in mine. It's weird but immediately his muscles ease up.

"What next?" I smile. Changing the subject as quickly as possible.

"The night you told me how you felt.. I didn't say anything back because I was so shocked. I had, had progressing feelings for you and I was pretty sure you didn't feel the same. So when you proved me wrong, I was completely baffled. I went so long without talking to you or even looking at you because I was embarrassed and pissed off at myself for letting you walk away." He pauses, breathing in a large amount of air.

"Hannah, I like you. A lot. I'm sorry I let you go on thinking I had no feelings towards you as well. I just want you to know, I do."

I quietly run his words over and over in my head, then, looking at him. I see he's being honest.

"Please say something." He urges.

I go with the first thing that pops into my head.

"Kiss me."

He doesn't waste any time. Grabbing my face with both of his hands. His lips slamming down on mine. Next thing I know I'm off the coffee table and straddling his lap. My arms loop around his neck.

We both pull away, getting air.

Our faces stay only centimeters apart. I smile, him doing the same.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to do that." He laughs. Dimples deeply indenting his cheeks.

I feel my cheeks slightly heat.

I just laugh leaning my forehead against his.

He pecks my lips before moving a strand of hair behind my ear.

"I know this is kind of sudden, but will you go on a date with me?" He asks, eyes wide with hope.

I grin, raking my hand through his curls. "I'd love to."

___________________________

Sorry it was short! Ily all! Please comment and vote! I need 3 votes to publish next chapter. Also 5 comments. I'm sorry, but it's kinda something I have to ask of you.

Hannah 💜