Are you sure? (Hartbig Fanfiction)

-CHAPTER 3-

- 8 days after the accident

-Graces POV

It had been 8 days since I found Hannah unconscious. I don't know why she was in my apartment and when I ask her she says she doesn't remember, I can tell that she is lying. What would she have to hide? I mean, we have been friends for so long it's not like she was doing anything bad. I am just honestly so, so confused about this whole situation.

"You ready Hannah?" I was pulled from my thoughts by Mamrie's voice.

"I was born ready mametown." Hannah replied.

I got up from the couch and made sure the camera was in focus and the lighting looked all good.

"We are all good to go!" I told them and Mamrie nodded.

"I'mmmm Mamrie Hart and on this week of YouTUUUBE deserve a drink I'd like to welcome our special guest, Hannah Hart everybody!"

After they finished shooting YDAD we all sat on the couch drinking our Hannah Harto's recovery alcoholic Macchiatos! while the 2nd season of Game of Thrones. Since we started watching season 1 together I never really understood what was going on but Mamrie and Hannah where sooo into it.

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and excuse myself from the room.

Me: "Hello?"

Person: "Uh, hi Grace it's Chester. How have you been?"

Me: "Oh hi Ches. Yeah I'm alright. Why are you calling me?" I said ruder than intended.

Chester: "I was just wondering if you, um, if you wanted to go to lunch with me." He stuttered.

Me: "Yeah sure, I'd love to."

Chester: "Awesome, pick you up tomorrow at 1:00?" He said sounding shocked at my answer.

Me: "Sounds great."

-Hannah's POV

Grace re-entered the room putting her phone in her pocket.

"Who was that?" Mamrie questioned.

"It was, ah, Chester," She said shooting me a guilty look. "He asked me to go to lunch with him tomorrow."

My face instantly fell and I sunk back into the couch. Great, now I'm never going to tell Grace how I really feel about her. I think Grace saw the instant change in my demeanour so I sat back up and smiled at her.

"Uh can I have your help for a second Han?" She asked gesturing towards the kitchen.

"Yeah sure." I said getting up off the couch.

"Are you alright?" She inquired.

"Yeah I'm fine." I replied.

She leaned against the counter and bit her bottom lip and did this adorable thing with her hands that she does when she gets nervous.

"So, you really don't remember what happened the night of the accident?" She asked.

I just stood there and nodded my head.

"Han, look I can see tha-"

"Grace, I was setting up the kitchen so when you wake up it would be beautiful, just like you and I was going to tell you that I love you!" I interjected.

She stood there for a minute, giving me this blank, confused look that was absolutely adorable. I looked down at my feet, why did I just say that. Hannah you stupid idiot! I saw Graces feet in front of mine.

"Look at me." She whispered.

I kept my head down like a two year old throwing a tantrum. I felt the warmth of her hands of my cheeks and looked up.

Her lips grew closer and closer to mine, finally our lips meet and at first I was startled but then, as the kiss grew deeper, I put my hands on Graces hips and lifted her onto the counter.

She pulled away for a second and rested her forehead on mine.

"I love you Hannah Hart." And with those 5 words, I knew I could die happy.

"And I love you Grace Helbig." I whispered.

Our lips meet once again.

"Hey guys wha- WHOLEY FETUS OF JESUS!"

Both or heads spun around to see Mamrie standing in the door way looking like a deer in headlights.