TORN

Chapter 16

Hannah

I jumped in to the shower when I got home. I took extra time shaving, washing my hair and then when I got out I moisturised to within an inch of my life. Just because I felt like shit didn't mean I had to look like shit.

Putting music on, I started to blast my hair dry, getting lost in the thoughts once again. My fury towards Liam becoming more intense with each passing second. When he came back I didn't know what I would say to him, the way I was feeling right now I didn't know if I wanted him near me anymore. The notion jarred me. I shook my head and started to curl my hair.

Once I was done, I applied light day make up and put on ripped jeans and a summery crop top. I wanted to look semi presentable as I tried to get back to normal. My phone buzzed. I grabbed it frantically, thinking it might be Liam. I let out a sigh and rolled my eyes. Johnny.

'You can't avoid me forever'.

I didn't respond and made my way down the stairs, opening the kitchen cupboards. There was hardly any food left. I would go shopping in a minute, I thought. I clasped my hand bag and walked to the front door. I pulled it open, nearly dropping my keys.

I jumped back startled as Johnny stood, engulfing my doorway. I took a sharp breath in as I looked up at him. He was absolutely stunning, standing in front of me in a navy blue suit, white shirt with no tie. I still couldn't get my head around the affect he had on me. His face carried a stern gaze in my direction but looked me up and down like he couldn't help himself. I glared at him.

'What do you want? Haven't you got the message yet? Are you stalking me or something!' I raised my voice at him. He chuckled and ignored me, walking in to my living room. My jaw snapped shut and I followed him.

'Hannah'. He sighed. I put my hands on my hips. 'You are the most infuriating and stubborn woman I have ever met. Your resistance at first was endearing. Now it's just plain obstructive'. His tone amused, was he joking? He then licked his lips. My eyes narrowed. His arrogance really did nock me sideways, I didn't know how to respond, he was incredible. He carried on. 'I can tell you are upset. I have an idea why but I would like to hear it from you. I want to know what's bothering you'. His tone turned soft and empathetic.

My face relaxed. I was so confused, why did he care? I knew he wanted me physically but what was with his concern with my actual real feelings? I decided to keep my guard up.

'It's none of your business is it'. I snapped. He let out a sigh and rolled his eyes.

'I want it to be my business. I don't know why but I want to know why you are upset. Let me fix it'. He whispered the last bit. He looked uncomfortable, like he hated being exposed to me. It strangely touched me. I let out a breath.

He sat down on the couch and gestured for me to sit next to him. I obliged but kept a distance between us, even though I could feel the heat from his body.

'I don't want to talk about it'. My voice was small, I felt as equally exposed to him. I didn't want to show emotion, I didn't want him to perceive me as weak but the look on his face was troubled. He was worried about me. I was bewildered. He put his large hand over mine and caressed it gently, staring intensely into my eyes, trying to gauge my thoughts.

My heart quickened and the contact sent signals straight to the middle of my thighs. I couldn't look away. The way he was looking at me, the regard about my feelings. It made me feel emotional. I had been so lonely. It made me feel like he was there for me.

I moved my free hand and placed it on his thigh squeezing gently and then rubbing my thumb over his navy blue suit pants. He closed his eyes slowly and exhaled deeply, like he had been holding his breath.