What happens when Hannah and her best friend Claire are almost killed and can't remember anything? Can Niall and Harry help them before its too late? Or will other past events come back for them?


59. Date Night PART 1

Harry's POV:

Its been about twenty minutes since Hannah left me and we were leaving for the party soon. I walked around the whole back stage peeking in every room and not finding her. I finally find her, she's sitting next to Niall and they are both crying. But why? I walk up the side stairs and then plop myself next to Hannah. I swing my arm around her but she just stays still. I looked at her with a confused look on my face. What was going on? 

She rubbed her eyes and then finally leaned into my shoulder. She just breathed in and out with deep and heavy breathes. 

"Almost ready to go?" I ask her breaking the silence

"Yea, lets go. Just let me freshen up in the powder room". I help her up and then lead her away to the restroom. 

Niall's POV:

What the hell was going on? Oh god. Hannah is pregnant. My little sister. I know Harry doesn't know. I have no clue how she is gonna tell him this. I pull myself up and drag  myself to the couch on the stage. I belly flop on it, hitting my face to the cold velvet material that is outlining the couch. I was about to fall asleep so I grabbed my keys and told everyone I was going home. I walked out to the back side of the arena where my car was parked. I started the car and pulled out of the parking garage with my eyes barely open. 


Hannah's POV:

I still didn't know how I was gonna tell Harry, but I knew I had to soon. I cleaned up all the junk from under my eyes and applied a couple of more coats of mascara. I walked out of the room to see Harry waiting for me, he was such a gentlemen. We walk out together and shuffle to the car together. Its not as cold as Ireland but there was a chill in the air. He opened the door for my and I gladly hopped in and buckled myself in while he closed the door behind me. He jogged around the car and got in and started the car. We were on our way when I didn't really want to go. 


"Yes love"

I don't want to go anymore"

"I thought that we could have a date night tonight?" 

He smiled and then nodded. He made a sharp left turn and I was assuming we were going back to the hotel. The car ride was silent. Not one of us talked. 

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