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Last One Standing

Chapter Forty Two

*Harry’s POV*

I drove out of the car park as fast as my Range Rover would go, ignoring Haley and Zayn who were calling after me, begging me to wait until morning. How could I? I had been so terrible to Hannah. Not only had I wished for Marcus to beat her – which happened – but I also had told her that I was sleeping with her best friend’s girlfriend – which wasn’t true but still had to hurt her. That’s what Zayn was now, right, her best friend? I drove faster at the thought. I was supposed to be her best friend, but I guess I threw that rock in the pond about three weeks ago.

Eventually, I was going so fast that I had to slow down, or I was definitely going to crash the car, and that wouldn’t do anyone any good. To compensate, I gripped the steering wheel until I noticed my knuckles turning white, but I didn’t care. I continued to drive until I pulled up into the car park of her apartment complex. Checking the clock in my car, I saw that it was already about two thirty and I must’ve looked a wreck. I was pretty sure that my hair was going to fall out from being tugged on so hard and my eyes were so puffy that I couldn’t see straight, but I didn’t care. I needed to see my fallen angel and hell if I wasn’t going to do what I came to do.

Carefully pacing the hallway, I came to her door. From inside, I could hear muffled sobs. It was so late, and she was still crying? This brought more tears to my eyes as I slowly brought my fist to the door before wrapping gently. I heard Hannah sniffle and then her feet padded across the floor. She paused before I heard one last soft sob escape her lips. Shit. She’d looked through the peep hole. The padding of her feet began to move away from the door.

“Wait Hannah, no.” Her feet continued to move. “I didn’t really sleep with Haley.” The padding stopped, but it didn’t come closer. “Hannah, I’m so sorry. I’ve lied, and I’ve hurt you, I’ve ignored you, and I’ve pretended to throw you to the side. I was wrong, and the truth is that I haven’t been able to get you out of my head for the past three weeks. And now,” I leaned my forehead against the door along with my open hand, “well now I’m standing here talking through a door to an empty room, but I don’t care.” The tears were flowing down my face freely now and my voice began cracking everywhere. “I love you Hannah, and I don’t care whether you love me or not, but I just need you to know that whenever you call I’ll come running and whenever you need me, I’ll be here. I know that I haven’t been here lately, but I’m so far past ready to change that. My life has never been this empty before. The part of me that’s made up of you is too big to let go of or think about replacing. There isn’t room in my heart and mind for anyone else Hannah and I can’t…” my voice fell off the end, not being able to process any more words.

The door creaked open. I hadn’t noticed the sound of her walking back towards the door, but I couldn’t help but look up into her eyes. They were an exceptional combination of blue and green and I honestly didn’t know if I would have ever seen them again. Without hesitation, I burst through the threshold and took her tightly into my arms. I felt her entire body tense and struggle away from me; how the hell had we become so far apart? When I finally loosened my grip on her, her hands helplessly swung at my chest in weak fists. I stood there, shocked at how she was responding to me. She backed away until her back was against a wall and then she crumbled to the floor, bringing her knees to her chest. I slowly drifted closer to her and she seemed to get smaller and smaller with each step that I took.

She looked up at me with tears streaming down her face too. Then I saw what else was in her eyes, and written all over her face for that matter, fear. There was pure despair plastered in everything about her.

*Hannah’s POV*

I was used to Zayn’s subtle touch by now, but not this. Feeling suffocated and terrified I whimpered as I fought against Harry’s grip on me. Backing up, I felt my back hit the wall and I proceeded to slide down it. It was a lot less graceful than I had planned, but it was effective. Harry moved closer and I felt something that I had never felt towards him before. I was scared of him, scared of what he would say, what he would do, where we were going from here. He had admitted that he had lied about him and Haley. He had also told me that he loved me. Harry was standing way closer than I was comfortable with and extended his hand out to me. I meant to shake my head, but I could feel my whole body shaking with it. Harry bent down on one knee, getting close to the floor so that we were almost at eye level.

Reaching towards my face, he slightly reminded me of Zayn. I watched his eyes intently and focused on their color. They were a dulled over emerald and there were dark circles drooping under them. Focusing on his eyes, I only kept the hand reaching towards me in my peripheral vision. Letting his hand touch my face gently, I lightly leaned into his touch. The contact became a little bit harder and I flinched away instantly. Harry sighed and flopped to the side of me. I jumped a little bit, but then relaxed rolling my head to the side. Risking looking at him, he wasn’t looking at me; he was staring straight forward. I had never seen him with such despair on his face. Silent tears streamed down his cheeks but I could tell that he was trying to muffle his sobs and stay strong.

I wasn’t sure how long we sat there; I in a ball and Harry collapsed, looking completely exhausted. His limbs were sprawled helplessly, not knowing what else to do. The sight of his tears brought a fresh batch to my eyes. I hated seeing him in such agony. It didn’t matter what happened in the past; he didn’t know what was going on. In a moment of bravery, I reached out and grabbed the hand that was flung closest to me. Harry looked down at our hands and intertwined our fingers. He stared at them for a few minutes more before a tear fell down his face and looked back to straight ahead. We stayed silent and still, not knowing what to say. I looked over and his eyebrows were furrowed together. When he finally spoke, he kept his voice as calm as he could,

“Hannah, I wanted to be the one to give you that touch. Now, the only memory that you have of a beautiful act is a horrid experience.” I was sure that we would never stop crying. He knew. He knew and now he was here trying to make things right.

Slowly, I let go of his hand and crawled around the floor. I took a deep breath before I sat between his legs and put my feet on the floor on either side of his hips. At first, his look was one of despair, through the tears and heartbreaking emerald in his eyes. Gently, I took his one hand in both of mine, outstretching his fingers. He looked at me curiously before I carefully touched the tip of his middle finger to my cheek, and then slowly slid his hand up my face until his palm was resting fully on my cheek. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. When I opened them again, Harry was staring at me intently, but not at my eyes. I let my hand slide down his arm so that he was touching me independently and he slowly rubbed his thumb over the cut on my cheek that I was now positive was going to be a scar.

After a long time of sitting like this, I moved slowly closer to him, my eyes never leaving his. The only set of eyes that I had looked at for the past three weeks were the same color as… well, it was nice to see a sparkling set of green ones looking down at me. We had now stopped the tears and had begun to just take each other in. Carefully, I moved both of my legs to one side of him and snuggled into his chest, wrapping my arms around his waist. He was tense at first, but then his muscles relaxed and I felt him lightly return the affection. He was so afraid to hurt me, scare me, and I was mad that it worked out like this. On the other hand, I couldn’t really be mad because I had the only person that I’ve ever wanted back.

~

“…what are you doing?”

“Come on babe, you can’t say that you didn’t miss me.”

His hands were all over me as I was pressed to the wall.

“You really shouldn’t go around in dresses like this… it makes nice guys like me want to do some pretty dirty things to whores like you.”

Then, I was on the floor. I counted all sixteen hits, each hurting more than the last.
I whimpered and screamed out for Harry.

“You dumb bitch!”

I tried to scream, but nothing was left to come out. He was on top of me. I cried.

Suddenly I felt hands on me and I tried to push them away but they wouldn’t let go… they refused to let go.

“Hannah… Hannah… Hannah… Hannah? Are you alright? Babe, please wake up.” The arms still held me tight, but now they were wrapped completely around me, not allowing me to move. I screamed at the top of my lungs while I still could, before his hands covered my mouth. A sheer sweat was smeared over my face as I attempted to wiggle out of his grip, but the grip only got tighter.

“Don’t call me ‘Babe’ you son of a bitch!”

“Hannah, Hannah! Calm down. Hannah, you have to calm down. I’m right here. He’s not going to get you. I won’t let him, Hannah!” I stopped yelling, but continued to struggle against him. “Hannah! It’s Harry, baby I’m right here and I’ll never let him hurt you again.” His voice was calm and husky. I instantly relaxed a little bit. “Come here; it is okay, I promise.” I was suddenly pulled into a firm, bare chest. In a bit of a panic rushed through me as I searched for them. I was sobbing now, but I didn’t care and he didn’t seem to either. He still held me tightly to him and I ignored the fading pain in my back. I found them on his chest and feverishly began running my fingertips over the outlines of his sparrows. Once I was a little bit calmer, I looked up and I could see Harry’s worried, emerald eyes, even in the dim light of the room. Soon, I could look at them anymore; I felt like they were staring through me. I snuggled my head into his chest and started to cry again.

“Hannah, I’ll never leave your side and he’ll never hurt you again.” I stayed silent for a moment before bursting into hysterics again.

“He hurt me so bad Harry.” It came out as whispers between sobs, but I was sure that he had heard me because I was held tighter as soon as the words left my lips. “It was so real.” Harry stroked my hair and rubbed soothing circles on the base of my back. He kissed my forehead and whispered soothing things in my ear until I fell asleep again.

~

When I woke up again, it was much more peaceful than the last time. Barely opening my eyes, I could see that the room was being lit by the sun and that we were in my room. My eyebrows furrowed as didn’t remember exactly how we got here. I threw the last thing that I remembered before I ended up here because I didn’t want to think about it and I went back further. Did I fall asleep in Harry’s arms? We had been on the floor in the living room. That must’ve been it because the only thing I remembered after that was… My head shot up, sighing as I found what my eyes had been searching for.

His eyebrows were furrowed together and he had concern in his eyes. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“Did you have another one?” He didn’t stop looking at me like that.

“Another what?” I lied.

“Hannah, we’ve been up seven times since yesterday at two o’ clock in the morning.” Wow. I had slept through all of yesterday. Wait. I only remembered waking up once when… I looked back up at him, searching for answers.

“So you’ve been here this whole time? That’s a long time to be lying in bed.” I lost his eye contact and began tracing the sparrows on his chest. I felt his hand tuck under my chin and I welcomed the warm, gently touch. I made a note that I was warming up to him a hell of a lot faster than I had warmed up to Zayn. He pulled his hand up so that my eyes would wander up to his.

“I just got you back. Why would I leave?” I couldn’t help the pitiful smirk that came over my face before I hid my face back in my chest. “You know that you can’t hide from me, right? I can feel how hot your cheeks are on my chest.” This made me blush more.

“How? You’re chest is already really warm.” He didn’t respond.

I wasn’t sure how long that we were lying there, but I eventually thought that I needed a shower. Wiggling out of Harry’s protesting arms, I turned quickly from the bed, hoping that he hadn’t seen. “Hannah?” Shit. I turned slowly and watched as his eyes grew wide. I didn’t know why they were staying so long, but the bruises on my thighs were still just barely visible and the ones on my back were now just a slight discoloration. There was no question in Harry’s eyes; he knew exactly what was going on. I walked over to his side of the bed and took one of his hands in mine. I spread his fingers and gently placed them over the marks, one by one. With each mark, more tears filled Harry’s eyes. When they were all covered, a tear slid down his cheek and I quickly reached out to wipe it away.

Returning away from the bed, I looked back at Harry who was staring at me quizzically. “Where are you going?”

“For a shower,” I thought for a split second, “would you like to join me?” I prayed that he didn’t take me up on the offer. If I couldn’t tell that it was him in the dark, how the hell was I supposed to handle him being pressed to me?

Harry stood up and began moving towards me and my heart started to beat frantically. Once he was close enough, he wrapped his arms around me and I snuggled in as easily as I could. I felt his lips press to my forehead and I leaned into his touch, it being so much softer than the last one. His lips drew close to my ear and I could help but panic a little. “I know that you don’t really want me to,” he whispered. I sighed and hugged him back. I could tell that he was keeping his breathing as steady as possible so that he wouldn’t frighten me, and I was thankful for that. Slowly, I backed away from his touch and went into the bathroom for my shower.

Standing under the scalding water, I closed my eyes to get the rest of my conditioner out, but I quickly regretted it. It wasn’t green eyes that flooded through my mind, but the brown wasn’t soft. It was deep and dark and menacing. As the rest of the face built around it, I could no longer feel my legs and collapsed to the bottom of the tub. I cried out and curled into the smallest ball that I could manage.

When I opened my eyes, someone was pulling me up from the bottom of the tub, only to sit under me and put me back in his clothed lap. “Sshhhhh… Hannah, calm down. It’s me; it’s Harry. He’s not here Hannah; it’s just me. I’m the only one here and I won’t hurt you.” I let his words soothe me as my head collapsed into his bare chest. I kept my eyes closed and tried to take control. Forcing the eyes to go green and building the rest of Harry’s face around them.

Looking up at Harry, I noticed that his eyes were staring wide. Following his gaze, I saw that he had discovered the wound on the side of my right breast. I tried to cover it, but he stopped my hand. “You didn’t tell me about this one…” I looked towards the floor, the walls, anywhere but at Harry. Soon, he just dropped the subject and began softly rocking us back and forth for what seemed like forever.

At this moment, forever looked perfectly alright to me.

Notes

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Comments

so in love with this one !!! update soon!!!

@HannahBanana16
nope, sorry I'm terrible at that hahahahahah! I like the title already, do you know when you're going to update?

@abear44

any ideas on what my new title should be?

I'M SO OBSESSED PLEASE UPDATE SOON!!!! <3333

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