Kapitel 9
„Did we know you were coming?", Breandán, the irish flatmate of Hannah asked, when he opened the door for Torstein.
„Nope, I am a surprise. Thanks for letting me in", the Norwegian said and followed Breandán into the house and packed his big snowboarding bag in the space below the staircase.
„I hope, I am not an inconvenience."
„Nha, don't worry. We are so many and everyone has frequently visitors, it's impossible to keep an overview anyway."
He opened the fridge: „You want anything to drink?"
„Maybe later, I wanna say hi to Hannah first."
„Um, yeah, do that, she's in her room, I guess."
Torstein noticed the hesitation of the Irish boy and asked suspiciously: „Is everything all right?"
„I honestly don't know", came as a response, „her boyfriend was here for a couple of days and left some hours ago in a hurry. I think they had a huge fight, there was a lot of yelling involved and if you ask me, some stuff and furniture has been throwing around as well. She refused to let anyone in her room, we asked, but well...she's stubborn."
„That sounds...", he searched for words.
„You might want to talk to her."
„Yeah. Yeah, I'll do that."
And with that he went upstairs.
Standing in front of her door, he argued with himself, if he should knock, but decided against it. She probably wouldn't invite him in and he wanted to go anyway, so he just did.
The small room looked like someone went with a baseball racket and a huge fit of rage through it. The bookshelf laid overturned on the floor, books were sprawled everywhere on the ground, the content of the cupboard as well and every item from the desk, laptop included, looked like it was thrown down with a fierce blow. Hannah was on her bed, half hidden in her blanket and her pillow, back to the door, kinda twisted in herself. The whole scene was so pity full, Torsteins heart melted without even knowing what happened.
„Hi...", he said quietly and tried to move to the bed, without destroying any of Hannahs belongings, which were laid on the ground.
„I said, I don't wanna talk - why are you guys not getting it?!"
She sounded angry and her voice was raspy, like as if she used it a lot. She didn't turned her face to him though. Cautiously Torstein sat down on the edge of the bed and laid a hand on her nearly bare back. She was just wearing shorts and a sports bra and he could see a tattoo on her left side, which he never noticed before.
„I said...", furious Hannah rolled over, „oh, it's you", she huffed and had the most adorable perplex expression on her face. Her hair was in a unmade ponytail and she looked a bit red and puffy.
„Are you all right?", the Norwegian asked and pinched some lose her behind her ear. His hand lingered there a bit longer than appropriate and the German leaned into it.
„I am such an idiot", Hannah whispered. Torstein guided his hand to her shoulders and applied softly pressure. Easily the girl took the guidance and one second later she was pressed into his chest. He moved to sit against the wall and sat his legs on the right and left side of her, arms around her upper torso to hold her. Hannah sniffled a little. It wasn't like really crying, but some shifting, heavy breathing, huffing and a deep bone sadness. She calmed down after a little bit and started to breath slower and deeper. Her body relaxed into him and her head was now in the gap between his head and his shoulder. After a while he just put his head onto hers and listened to her breathing and her heartbeat.
