Him

Chapter Twenty-Three

Hannah's P.O.V.

I woke up the next day at around 10:30 AM. I look over my shoulder at Ross, I smile slightly. I can't believe he's mine.

I decide to let Ross sleep in considering he has a concert later today.

I walk to our little kitchen area, we do have food in here so I'm going to make Ross breakfast.

I try to cook the bacon, but it keeps snapping and popping. Landing on me and burning my skin, I try not to wake Ross and hold in my yelp.

By the time I finish breakfast, Ross still hasn't woken up. Hmm... I've always wanted to try this...

I walk over to Ross and gently move his bangs out of his eyes, where the had fallen when he was sleeping. I leaned in and kissed him, hoping this would wake him up.

I knew it had when I felt him kiss me back, so I pulled away, "I made breakfast, babe."

That word just slipped right out of my mouth, I was thinking about calling him babe, but I didn't mean too!

Ross gave me a smirk, "Say that again, Hannah. I didn't hear you."

"What? That I made breakfast?"

"No, the other thing."

Ugh, I'm going to wipe that smirk straight off his face one of these days.

"Breakfast is ready... Babe." I rolled my eyes as I said babe. It's just a word, but why am I so nervous to say it to him?

"Mmm, I like when you call me that." His morning voice will be the end of me, it's just so sexy I wonder how I'm not ripping his cloths off at this very moment.

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I was helping Ross get ready for the concert.

"Why don't we go simple, yet still sexy?" I turned to him, I've been looking through his luggage and I think I found an outfit.

"Yeah, as long as I get to show off these guns!" He flexed, giving me a wink. I blushed, but covered it by rolling my eyes and shoving the clothes at him.

"Get dressed."

"You need to find something, too." He slipped into the bathroom.

I had already taken a shower, I just needed to find an outfit. I think I know what I want to wear though.

I looked through Ross' stuff and found his 'Rock and Rollin' shirt, I grabbed out my high-waisted black skirt and black tinted tights. I got my ankle high combat boots and my leather jacket.

I quickly got changed as Ross was in the bathroom. I just got done tucking Ross' shirt in my skirt when he walked out.

"Is that my shirt?" He was wearing is 'Obama can't ban these guns' muscle shirt and some black skinny jeans with

his converse.

"Yes, it is. It completes my outfit." I spun around, showing him how I look.

"I like my clothes on you."

Ross grabbed my waist, pulling me close before slamming his lips onto mine.

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The concert was great, I had to be introduced to these fans, too, even though they probably already know me.

We were on our way back to California for a short break.

Ross needs to film some A&A so that's also why we're heading back.

"So am I going to be staying with you guys?" I looked at Stormie, with pleading eyes.

"Sweetie, I would say yes, but you need to see your father. I'm sorry."

Oh no, I have to go back home.

I look at Ross, all he does is rub my back.

Why isn't he doing anything?! I thought he said he would never let me go back to my dad.

"Hannah, I'll be with you all the time. Don't worry."

"But what about filming?"

"I'll take you with, I won't leave you alone with your dad."

"Thank you." I leaned up and kissed him, which was probably a bad idea.

"Oh my gawd!!!" Rydel screeched, obviously fangirling over us.

How will I deal with this? Now we have no choice, but to tell everyone.

Ross was smiling widely, I could see out of the corner of my eye. He had wanted to tell his family in the first place.

Why do I feel like such a burden to this family? I feel like Ross doesn't deserve me... Why do I feel like this all of a sudden?

A/N

Hey! I updated again because I felt bad for the short chapter earlier.

I hope you like this chapter!

Is Hannah going to survive living with her dad for a week?

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