A Million People...(Short Story/FanFic)

Chapter 15

  Hanna walked home slowly. She wasn't even sure why she had kissed Joey, but she did know that she liked it and that it felt right.

  But Grey, oh Grey.

  He treated her so amazing. He was good for Hanna and she knew that. Hanna really liked him but if she really liked him, would she have let herself kiss Joey? Let alone, feel good about it?

  Her hand wandered to her lips. She could still feel the lingering tingle of Joeys lips on hers. She hated that she liked it. She hated that she wanted to do it again.

  She wanted to run back to his apartment and tell him how much she wanted to do it again, and she didn't know why. She knew she had something for Joey ever since they first met and he comforted her. Hanna just always separated him from the rest of the group. He was his own person. He was her person. Joey may have been a man whore, in a sense, but she wanted him not to be. There was something in her that wanted Joey to choose her, selfishly, over all of these girls.

  Hanna's mind wandered back to Pierce and Grey and how fast she had attached to them both. Was she just desperate? Did she only think that she liked Grey because she was subconsciously looking for someone to change her mind about love?

  Hanna knew deep down that she did believe in love.  She didn't want to admit it, because she didn't love the people she was supposed to love. She loved Joey.

  Hanna stopped walking.

  She loved Joey.

  "I love Joey..." Hanna whispered. "Shit." She looked up at the sky and shook her head. The fact that she just said it out loud scared her. She took off in a sprint to her apartment.

  Hanna ran to her apartment and slammed the door. She ran to her bedroom and threw down her purse, yanked off her jacket and kicked off her shoes. Hanna jumped face first into her bed and groaned into her pillow.

"Fuck." She yelled. Hanna layed there for a second. She just breathed for a moment, and then she drug herself out of bed to do something she didn't want to do, but she knew that  she had to.

She walked to her phone and dialed Grey's number. Part of her didn't want him to pick up, part of her did. The phone rang three times and then he picked up.

"Hey, Hanna." He said cheerfully but tiredly. This made her only hurt more. He was probably almost asleep when she called.

"Grey, can you meet me at the Central Perk in 20?" Hanna avoided his cheerful greeting. She could feel his smile fall from the other side of the phone. Her heart throbbed.

"Oh, um...It's a little late, Hanna. Would it be better to do it in the morning?" He asked, concern showing in his voice.

"I don't think it can wait." Hanna replied, biting her lip.

"Okay. I'll be there." He assured her.

"Thank you so much, Grey. See you soon." Hanna hung up before he had the chance to say anything else.

 
Hanna took a deep breath and rubbed her hands down her face. She sat at a two person table in the corner waiting for Grey to pop in.

  Finally, he did. Hanna stood up to hug him quickly and sat back down. Grey took a seat nervously.

  "Sorry, I know it was last minute, I just...I didn't know what to do."

  "You can talk to me, Hanna." He said calmly taking her hand. Hanna wanted to retract her hand, but she stayed there.

"How was work?" She asked, stalling. Grey's smile faltered, and he looked at her.

"It was fine, Hanna. I know you didn't come here to ask me about work, though. You don't have to stall. Just talk to me." He squeezed her hand reassuringly. Hanna wasn't sure he'd be so enthusiastic if he knew what she wanted to talk about. It was now or never, though.