Hannah meets Justin, however from bad experiences she finds her self feeling unable to love anyone fully. As they get closer Justin begins to wonder... What's gonna make her fall in love? When disaster stricks and life seems impossible... Will Justin be the anchor she holds on to?


11. Pretty as I Remembered

Hannah: My makeup was streaming down my face like rivers of mud. I heard the door open. " Where's my gorgeous gal?"
Shit! I forgot he had a key! I was planning on avoiding him. I stayed where I was at, not daring to see him. Then I felt arms around my waist and a kiss on my cheek. I backed away. " Don't touch me!" I warned.
He now noticed my tear stained cheeks. I began loosing it again. " What the hell?!!" " You come in here pretending like its nothing?!" " I trusted you, I thought you weren't gonna betray me like everyone else!" I yelled at him.
He was crying now too. " Hannah I was so drunk ok?!" " I didn't mean to alright?!" He begged. " You didn't mean to grab her ass and shove your tongue down her throat!? Don't give me that bullshit! I've heard it all before! It ain't fooling me!" I yelled at him.
" C'mon you know I love you, I wasn't trying to betray you!" He cried.
" Can you leave please? It hurts to look at you." I was quieter now.
" Hannah, don't be -" I cut him off crying my eyes out. " Just just leave." With that he left.
I still couldn't believe it all! I broke down my wall just for him to take my bare heart and smash it. Here I thought he was waiting to come home, when I wasn't even on his mind! I crawled into bed tears falling into my pillow.
Justin: I ran my hands through my hair. And began swearing out loud in my bedroom. I was stupid! She was fragile! Sensitive, one wrong move and things were done! Gosh, how could I had screwed this thing up! I grabbed my guitar and smashed it against anything I could find. Then I broke down and slumped on the floor, hands in my face crying and crying. She was everything I wanted! It was gone! Up in smoke! I didn't sleep at all not even for a bit... Come to think of it I didn't sleep all week. She needed her space, I left her to be like she wanted. I'd do anything she wanted! I was so close! Her heart was finally open...I couldn't take it I sent her a text:
Justin: Hey can I see you?
Please? Lets finish talking! I screwed up!"
Hannah: Im not ready to face you.
That was all I heard from her.
My team was getting really worried about me, I barely slept, ate, anything she was my everything!

Hannah: I was in the shower busy thinking about him when I cut myself shaving. Then all the memories of him obsessing over my past cut, came rushing back. I sat in the shower not really caring about the water being on. I sat there and cried. Until I realized that after 2 months I needed to see his face. I couldn't take it any longer. I got out and put my hair in a pony tail not bothering to put on any makeup. I called him up:
" Hello?" He answered, he sounded terrible.
" Uh hi, It's Hannah." I replied.
" Hannah" he sounded nervous.
" Uh I was thinking... Maybe... Uh.. You know never mind." I replied.
" No stop please! Relax ok! What did u call for?" He asked.
I took a deep breath.
" Can I see you?" I asked biting my lip.
" You can always see me!" He answered.
" When you want me to come?" He asked.
" Whenever." I replied.
Justin: I was so happy I hadn't seen or talked to her in months. She shut me out. But now she was ready to see me. I couldn't blow it! Just couldn't! I quickly showered, did my hair, brushed my teeth, put on some designer jeans, high tops, a hoodie and my gold watch. Then I sprayed a little cologne on. I wanted to look good for her. When I got to her house, I thought I was gonna lose it. The last time I was here she told me to leave I really hoped today would be different. I wanted her back, I wanted to stay up late watching funny movies, laughing with her, cuddled up next to me. Until she fell asleep and I had to carry her up to her bed. Where I would hold her tight. I stopped myself. I had to stop putting my hopes up. I gently knocked on her door. She opened it, I took in her appearance. Her hair was up in a pony tail, her face makeup free, she wore a baggy shirt that hung low, displaying a little cleavage, with some sweats. She looked skinnier and I mean a lot skinnier. She must have lost weight. She was still as pretty as I remembered her. But she was lacking that beautiful smile that used to light up her face and my world.
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