Him

Chapter Thirteen

Hannah's P.O.V.

I stayed up all night. I can't get that kiss out of my mind. What's happening to me??

First, I start to get used to Ross. Then, he kisses me and now my feelings are all over the place!

I don't know if I like him. I don't want to like him. I really hope I don't like him.

"Hannah... Are you still up?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"I can't stop thinking."

"About what?" Ross really wants to know, well I'm not gonna tell him. He doesn't need to know what I'm thinking about.

"It's nothing."

"It's gotta be something if it's keeping you up this late."

All I did was stay silent. I wasn't sure what to say. I don't want to tell him what's going on because then he'll tease me. Another reason why, is because I don't even know what I'm feeling. I liked the kiss, but I don't like him... I don't think.

"Hannah, please tell me what it is. We're together now, we shouldn't keep secrets from each other."

"We aren't together!" I shouted, I didn't mean too, but I did.

"Well, the fans believe we are, so we have to play the act."

"Doesn't mean we need to act all the time."

"We should, so we could get used to it. We don't want to slip." He's right, but it's his fault we're in this mess. He should have just told them the truth!

"Whatever."

"Please tell me."

"I'm just thinking about the situation that we're in. To be honest, I'm completely terrified." I somewhat told him the truth.

"Hannah, you know I'm not going to let anything happen to you. I care about you too much."

I nodded back to him, I was starting to feel tired. I fully laid down on the bed, facing Ross.

"I'm really glad that you care about me, but I don't want you to. I don't want you to love me. You could do so much better than me, yet you've been hooked on me since freshman year!"

"I love you, Hannah, and I care about you so much. I don't care if you don't want me to, I want to."

I had no reply, I just sighed and closed my eyes.

I felt the bed move under Ross as he situated himself right by me. He swiftly put his arms around me and yanked me closer to him.

"Ross..."

"Yes, love?"

"D-don't call me that." For some reason when he called me that I felt my face grow hot.

"Why not? You are my love."

My face kept growing hotter after every word he said.

"Are you blushing?" Ross put his hand under my chin, bringing my face up so he could look at me.

I refused to look at him, I can feel my face burning.

"You are." He sounded slightly shocked, yet really happy.

I didn't look at him, I just kept my eyes looking down.

"Hannah, look at me." He said softly, moving his hand to the side of my face.

I slowly looked up at him. He was staring into my eyes, holding my face in his hands. I tried to look away, but I couldn't.

"Hannah, you are the only one on my mind. I've tried to get over you, but I can't. Every girl I see, I find myself comparing them to you. You're the one I think of every night when I go to sleep. I think of you every morning when I wake up. You're all that I think about, you're all that see. I don't want anyone else, I want you."