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Chapter Seven

This chapter goes to julietsbalcony_ because you have been very supportive to me😄

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Ross' P.O.V.

"That's my secret." She told me before drifting off to sleep.

I wish Hannah would open up to me. I'm not going to hurt her, like that one guy or whoever. All I want to do is love her and to be able to call her mine.

I have been in love with Hannah since I was 14 years old, I'm 18 now. That's four years! She means everything to me, why can't she see that?

I look over at Hannah to see her slightly shivering. It is pretty cold in here...

I take off my jacket and carefully place it over her. I watch her as she slightly takes ahold of it and pulls it closer to her.

I don't care what she says, I will do whatever it takes to make her love me.

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Hannah's P.O.V.

I wake up to someone shaking me.

"What?" I reply, my eyes still closed.

"Hannah, we're here." I'm guessing, Ross, said.

I just nodded, but didn't get up. I'm too tired to move. I grab the thing that is covering me up and pull it over my face. I heard a sigh, as someone starts picking me up.

I open my eyes and see Ross carrying me in his arms.

"Ross?" I felt the need to say something to him.

"Yes?" He sounds slightly annoyed as he walks through the tunnel leading to the airport.

"Ross, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry." I started apologizing. I felt so bad at how I treated him yesterday.

"For what?" He looked down at me, giving me a questioning look.

"About yesterday, I was just overwhelmed about everything. I'm sorry." I looked at him, hoping that he would forgive me.

"Hannah, it's okay." He said, but I knew it wasn't.

"No, Ross, it's not. I'm so sorry, you don't have to forgive me. I'm an awful person."

"Hannah, of course I forgive you. And no, you're not an awful person." He paused and looked at me, "You're amazing, Hannah. You're all I've ever wanted and I'm not gonna give up on you."

I couldn't think of anything else to say, so I just smiled at him. He smiled back, but he hadn't been paying attention to where he was walking and he tripped on some loose rug.

I flung my arms around his neck and waited for the impact, but nothing happened. I looked up at Ross and he smiled at me, "Nailed it." He said, which sent me off laughing.

He put me down gently and took his jacket, which I had just realized was on me.

"Ross, why was your jacket on me?"

"Well after you fell asleep on the plane, you started shivering. So I put my jacket on you to warm you up." He confessed, smiling down at me.

He's so sweet, he deserves someone better than me...

"Well, thank you." I said as I walked over to baggage claim.

We met up with everyone after we got our bags.