♡Run Boy Run♡

7 "Kiss me."

(1 day later, 12:36am)

I sit peacefully on my bed, browsing the internet on my laptop as music played quietly from it.

I couldn't get Tristan out of my head, ever since the dinner. It sickens me that I'm already so caught up with this boy. I've never felt this way before. I want to see him again, I need to be around him.

I shakes my thoughts away before I get out of bed and go down the stairs into the kitchen.

I grab a glass from the cupboard, then fill it up with water.

"I'm gonna head to bed kiddo." My dad says as he gets a cup of water after me.

"Okay, goodnight." I smile, taking a sip.

"Don't stay up too late." He pats my back, then makes his way up the stairs.

After a couple minutes I then return back to my room. As I plop myself down on my bed I hear a motor running from outside.

I stand up and look out of my window in curiosity, to see Tristan putting his bike helmet on. Where's he going at one in the morning?

I think for a second, but then just shake it off. He's probably seeing a friend or something, it doesn't matter anyway.

I sit back down, then realize I should probably get to bed. It's late, I wouldn't wanna mess up my sleeping schedule.

I flick off my light switch, then peacefully drift off to sleep.

(4:52am)

*shuffle*

*shuffle*

What is that? I open my eyes slightly, looking around the right side of my room.

*BANG!* I hear someone stomp, maybe unintentionally loud on my bedroom floor, right by my window.

I flinch in horror, slowly lifting my hand and grabbing the sharpened pencil from my bedside table. Someone's in my room, someone's definitely in my room.

I hear the person walking closer to me, as I pretend to sleep, holding the pencil tightly, hoping that I can defend myself with this ridiculous strategy.

As fast as I can, I sit up faced towards the person. I open my mouth to scream, but they quickly hold their hand to my mouth, I start struggling, but the person pulls me closer, my back facing their chest. "Shh, Hannah it's me."

"Mhrf mhan?!" My voice comes out muffled as Tristan's hand is still holding it.

He lets me go, and I immediately slap him in the chest, "You asshole!" I whisper yell, making sure not to wake up my dad. "Don't do that!"

I see a smile rise onto his face through the darkness in my room. "I wanna show you something." He laughs at my panicked state.

"Tristan, it's five in the morning." I turn my head, staring at him with improbability.

"Come with me." His voice softens as his hand meets the side of my face, making my heart hitch.