Not too long ago I saw a Haleb trailer for the film If I Stay on YouTube and that's was gave me inspiration. Its based off the book and film but you don't need to have read or seen them to understand what is happening, but if you have then you'll know that its very emotional so hopefully I'll do a good job and you'll all be in tears by the end of this story. Enjoy xxx.

If I Stay...

"Have you heard anything?" Ashley Marin asked as she walked into the kitchen and spotted her seventeen-year-old daughter slumped over the island with her phone in her hand. Hanna shook her head and sighed setting her phone down and picking up her mug of coffee. "Maybe he lost his phone or something? How long has it been now?" Ashley asked, trying to find an excuse that might make her daughter feel better.

"It's been two weeks Mom, he should've called me by now." She trailed off at the end and went back to staring at her coffee.

"And you haven't herd from him at all in two weeks?"

"He texted me when his plane landed but that was the last time." Hanna muttered.

"You should just forget about him, Han." Tom Marin piped up from the kitchen table where he was sat reading the paper. "I always had a bad feeling about that boy and looks like I was right."

Hanna rolled her eyes at her fathers comment and stood up from the stool. "I'm going to school." She sighed, picking up her bag. School was the last place she wanted to be but at least her friends didn't ridicule her relationship.

"I'll give you a lift, it's been raining all morning." Tom stood up too and started to collect his work things. "I'll just be a minute."

Hanna turned back to her mom as her dad left the kitchen. She rolled her eyes and gave her a pointed look which Ashley could only laugh at. "Don't listen to him." She knew Tom meant no harm with what he had said and he was just being his smart-ass self but she could see his comments were starting to annoy Hanna. She made a mental note to tell him to hold back after they dropped Hanna off.

"Ready?" Tom asked reappearing with his smart black duffel coat on and his brief case in hand.

"Can you drop me off at the office?" Ashley asked as she filled a flask with coffee and screwed the top on. "The tires on my car are starting to run flat, we need to get someone to take a look."

"Hurry," Tom nodded walking to the front door. "I've got a meeting I can't be late for."

Hanna collected her books from the side with a huff and put them in her bag, grabbing her phone as well as she followed her parents out the front door.

"What's causing all this traffic?" Tom murmured as their car came to a standstill in the middle of the street surrounded by other static vehicles.

"It's the new work the Hastings family are having done on their barn." Ashley replied. "I was talking to Veronica yesterday, all the building materials are arriving today, the delivery truck is probably blocking the road or something."

Hanna zoned out of her parents conversation and glanced down at her phone again. She could help herself as she started scrolling through the pictures of him. She missed his rough voice and his warm, dark eyes. His scruffy hair, his smirk and most off all she missed his soft touch and the way he made her heart beat faster.

An early photo appeared on her screen; the first one she had ever taken off him. He was sat at a school desk with his feet up and a frown on his face as he reached for the phone in her hand. She thought back to the first time she met him. He had that same bad boy demeanour and his signature smirk plastered to his face.

... Hanna was half way up the stairs with her phone charger in her hand when she herd the front door open and her father walked through with his fist clenched around some green material. "What's going on?" She heard her mother ask.

Hanna took a few steps down the stairs so she could get a better look at what was going on.

"I just caught him trying to steal my car." Tom gritted his teeth as he dragged a mop of brown hair through the front door by the kakhi green jacket he was wearing.

The mop of hair turned to look at her and their eyes instantly met. Brown met blue and Hanna felt butterflies in her stomach just from eye contact.

A light blush spread across her makeup-free cheeks as she broke away from his eyes to take in his whole face. He was the definition of tall, dark and handsome. His long ,dark-brown hair framed his tanned face and suited him well. A smirk appeared on his lips as he looked her up and down and she instantly regretted being dressed in tiny pyjama shorts and tee.

"Let go of him Tom," Ashley Marin rolled her eyes and her husband reluctantly released the boy from his grip. The poor guy looked around Hanna's age and she didn't think it made sense for someone so young to try and single-handedly steal a car.

"I came out if the garage and he was trying the doors to see if they were unlocked, he would of stolen it if I didn't catch him." Tom explained, glaring at the supposed thief. "We should call the police."

"I wasn't going to steal your car." The boy spoke for the first time rolling his eyes and only making Tom more angry.

"Don't lie to me, I caught you." He spat. "Call the police Ash."

She ignored him and turned to the boy as he stood in their hall way with his hands stuffed in his pockets like he couldn't care less. "What's your parents number? They can come and pick you up and you can explain what happened to them and then we'll see about phoning the police." Honestly she thought Tom was over reacting like he usually did. It was his own fault for forgetting to lock his car in the first place.

Hanna watched as the long haired guy stayed silent, staring straight through her father like he had done nothing wrong.

"Answer her!" Tom lost his temper. "What's your parents number?!"

The guy shook his head and looked at his feet, completely unfazed.

"Fine then." Tom finalised. "We'll call the police." He grabbed the phone from the side table and started furiously tapping the numbers in until the guy spoke.

"I don't have any parents."

"Everyone has parents." Tom rolled his eyes. "This is your last chance to give us their number."

"I already told you, I don't know my parents and I wasn't trying to steal your car."

"I caught you red handed!" Tom himself turned a deep shade of red with anger.

"Calm down Tom." Ashley sighed stepping closer to the boy with no parents. "What's your name?"

He hesitated before answering. "Caleb."

"Caleb what?"

"Caleb Rivers."

"Well Caleb, we're willing to give you the benefit of the doubt and we won't call the police." She started and Tom tried to butt in but she carried on taking. "But if anything like this happens again we won't hesitate to call them."

Tom Marin looked furious as he stood beside his wife but kept him mouth shut all the same.

"Thanks." Caleb muttered simply before turning to the front door and opening it. He stepped out and turned his head to look Hanna up and down one last time with a cocky smirk plastered to his face.

She blushed even more and waited until the door was closed before she made a quick exit back up the stairs wanting to avoid the argument that was brewing between her parents and as if on cue... "Why'd you let him go Ash, he tried to steal my car!"

"He's a teenager Tom, it's your fault for spending so much money on that stupid car anyway."

Hanna slammed her bedroom door shut and went back to flipping trough her magazine and texting her best-friend Mona Vanderwaal about the latest school gossip, not giving a second thought to Caleb.

It was almost midnight when she went to her window to close her blinds for the night. She looked across the dimly light street to the wooded area across from her house and saw a figure slumped on the old wooden bench. The lighting didn't help but she eventually figured out it was Caleb Rivers: the car thief.

She looked back at her alarm clock and saw it was 11:59. What was he doing out so late and why was he still sat across from their house? He clearly didn't live around here, his clothes and the fact that he had tried to steal her dads car was a clear give away to that.

Curiosity got the better of her and before she knew what she was doing she was pulling on a hoodie and some shoes and sneaking down the stairs, past her parents who were in the kitchen and out the front door.

She pulled the hoodie around herself tighter, conscious that she was still dressed in her pyjamas and didn't want to give this Caleb guy the satisfaction of staring at her body again. She was silent as she walked over to the bench and sat down next him. His eyes were down and he lifted them slightly to look at her before they were back to staring at his feet. "Why are you still here?" Hanna asked, breaking the silence between them.

He looked over at her with one eyebrow raised. "It's a free country. I can sit here if I want." He muttered looking back at the ground. "Unless you wanna go tell your daddy and get him to call the cops on me again?"

"I didn't mean it like that," She muttered. "I meant its late and dark and-" He cut her off.

"And what?"

"And your on your own." She finished. "How old are you?"

"Seventeen."

"Do you go to Rosewood high?" She hadn't noticed him there before and she was pretty sure she would have remembered those eyes if they had met in the corridors.

He shook his head. "I start there tomorrow."

"So your new to town?" Hanna asked. "When did you move here?"

"A few days ago." He replied and Hanna just simply nodded. She didn't know why but something about him drew her in and made her want to know everything about him. They sat in silence for a few more minutes before Caleb spoke up again. "I wasn't trying to steal your dads car."

"He said he caught you opening the door-"

"I wasn't going to steal it." He insisted.

"Then why...?" Hanna's voice trailed off.

"Because," He looked down again before clearing his throat and leaning back on the bench. "It's warmer to sleep in than on a bench."

"You don't have any where to sleep?" She asked, feeling sudden pity for him, he wasn't a criminal after all. "Who do you live with?" It was only then that she looked at his feet and noticed a backpack was tucked under the bench, which she presumed had his belongings in.

"My foster mom." His voice was quiet and Hanna could tell his words hurt to say.

"Why don't you stay with her?" Hanna's voice was a whisper as she sensed it was a difficult topic for him.

Caleb let out a bitter chuckle that failed to reach his sad eyes and bit his lip. "She pays me to stay away."

Hanna eyes roamed his face and body again. It was starting to get colder as the night came in and she couldn't just leave him out here to freeze. Yet again, before she had a chance to think about what she was doing she stood up and held out her hand. "You can stay at mine for tonight, we have a spare room."

Caleb looked between her face and her outstretched hand to make sure she wasn't joking before he scoffed and scuffed his foot against the ground. "You seriously think your parents are going to let me stay in your house after what happened?" Hanna's hand dropped. She hadn't thought about that. "And I don't even know you, you could be a family of serial killers or something." He mumbled.

She rolled her eyes and gave him a small smile. "I'm Hanna Marin and I promise you we are not a family of serial killers."

"Your parents still aren't going to let me stay." He mumbled.

"They don't have to know." Was all she said as she grabbed his bag from under his feet and set off back towards her house, hoping that he would follow.

She knew it was risky sneaking a boy into her house right under her parents noses but she couldn't let him sleep on a bench. He was homeless and if her dad hadn't have caught him then he would have at least had the warmth of their car and the comfy seats to sleep on.

By the time she reached her front door Caleb was behind her with his hands tucked in his pockets. She handed him his bag and turned back around. Then, without speaking she opened the door and found all the downstairs lights off, her parents must've gone to bed. She placed her finger over her lips telling Caleb to be quiet as she lead him up the stairs.

Reaching the door to the spare room she opened it slightly, only to be greeted by the loud snores of her father. "Shit," She quickly closed it again realising her parents hadn't solved their argument before they went to sleep. She bit down on her lip as she turned to face Caleb. He opened his mouth to speak but was cut off when she grabbed his hand and pulled him back into her own room. "What happened to the spare room?" Caleb asked as she closed the door to her bedroom.

"My dads in there," She answered, watching as he set his bag down and looked around her room. She didn't know what to do now, the spare room was occupied and she could kick him back out on the streets. "You'll just have to stay in here, I guess." She bit her lip again as she nervously fumbled with the sleeve of her hoodie. She was going to have to share a bed with a total stranger who just happened to be very good looking.

Regret was setting as she wondered if she could trust this guy to stay in her house overnight whilst her family slept. What if he stole something? Or what if he was the serial killer and was going to murder her in the middle of the night? No. She had to stop thinking like that.

"Why are you doing this for me?" Caleb asked, as though he had read her thoughts.

"What do you mean?"

"Your going to all this effort just so I don't have to sleep on a bench. Why?"

"I just wanted to help you." She shrugged giving him another small smile.

He nodded slowly and set his bag down. "Can I use your bathroom?"

She pointed him in the direction of her en-suit, waiting until the door was closed before she flopped back onto the bed, deciding the only way to avoid the awkwardness was to be asleep... or at least fake sleeping.

She moved over to one side of the bed leaving Caleb enough room and pulled the duvet over herself. She turned the lamp on her side-table off and closed her eyes. A few minutes later she heard the bathroom door open and footsteps along her carpeted floor. Her eyes remained closed although her ears were wide open, listening to what Caleb was doing.

Although she couldn't see him she could feel his eyes burning through her own, probably trying to figure out if she was really asleep. She was tempted to open them so their eyes would meet again but resisted the urge until she heard him moving around again. She peeked through one eye and saw that he now had his back to her. She watched intently as he peeled the grey t-shirt from his chest to reveal a tanned, muscular back.

Her eyes quickly closed again and she stayed completely still until she felt the mattress shift and the duvet lift as he climbing in the bed beside her. His foot brushed against hers as he settled and she felt sparks fly from her toes through her whole body.

She didn't know how Caleb could have such an effect on her after she had only known him a couple of hours but the feelings she felt were something different and unfamiliar and something she hadn't experienced before.

At first his cocky smirk irritated her so much she wanted to wipe it off his face. Then, as she sat outside with him on the bench and he opened up to her she felt bad for him and just wanted to pull him in for a hug. And now, as she lay next to him in her bed too afraid to open her eyes, she felt sparks at their feet touching and a longing to be closer to him.

She pushed all those strange feelings down and concentrated on sleep and not the hot, shirtless guy next to her. She didn't know how long she lay there listening to his breathing, but eventually she slipped into a deep sleep...

Hanna sighed once again as she stared at the picture of Caleb. It was over a year since they had first met and after that they grew closer and closer, through their flirty teasing at school and when he would climb into her bedroom to spend the night there without her parents finding out. But now he was gone and she didn't know when he was coming back, if he was ever going to come back to her.

Deciding that staring at his picture was doing no good she put her phone away and turned to glance out if the car window. The rain was beating down against the road creating small pools in the pot holes. "This traffic is ridiculous!" Tom muttered angrily as he kept one eye on the time. "I'm going to be late."

"Try and go around it." Ashley suggested, pointing to the truck that was parked at the side of the road, causing the huge hold up. He nodded and released his foot from the break as he mounted the curb and drove past the delivery trucks beeping lights. The rain beat down heavier against the windshield as the windscreen wipers worked frantically to clear it of water.

Suddenly, the sound of tyres screeching filled Hanna's ears and she heard her mother let out a terrified scream. The whole car swerved and she felt her body being thrown forward. Then there was a loud bang and everything went black.

Tell me what you think and if I should carry on and also and questions or ideas? Xxx