A/N: Hey, so I'm not such an active PLL show watcher, but I have read all the books. I think that gives me some right to write this little story. I've been keeping up with the last few episodes and may I say, I LOVE CALEB. If only he was in the books, I would've like Hanna so much more… Anyways, I've realized there is only one Hanna/Caleb story and I've already read it and want more… haha so here's one for all the other deprived people ;)

I also added a few little details that I think only happened in the books. They're not essential for the story, so if you didn't read the books you'll still understand everything else. Enjoy!

I do not own Pretty Little Liars

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"Hanna, I saw Sean yesterday at Starbucks; how are you guys doing?" Ms. Marin asked her daughter while the latter poured cereal into a bowl.

"Oh, just amazing, Mom," replied Hanna sarcastically as she pulled out a spoon and threw it into her dryflakes that seemed to be her breakfast.

"I know you guys broke up for whatever reason," her mother speedily said as she threw keys into her purse and ran around the kitchen scrounging papers as she went, "but he was a nice boy. No reason why you can't try it again."

"I'll get right on that," Hanna said dryly as she crushed her cereal in her bowl with her spoon. The thought of eating was only making her angrier, despite the words her mother was saying. As she continued speaking, all Hanna could do was think about the boy living in their basement next to the furnace. She made herself wonder why, even though she clearly knew the reason. She smiled to herself as Ms. Marin called goodbye and quickly ran out the door.

"Is it safe?" Caleb called from behind the basement door. Hanna smiled and fast walked to the door and eagerly opened it.

"Did you really just hear that whole thing?" she asked almost embarrassed that her mom still mentioned the word Sean.

"Well…" Caleb started, smiling into Hanna's eyes, "pretty much, yeah." Hanna pushed her cereal across the counter and into his reach. He grabbed the bowl and spooned the crushed findings into his mouth. He raised his eyebrow looking towards the blond.

"What did you do to this cereal?" he asked, holding it out arms length in front of him.

"Nothing?" Hanna replied, clearly dumbfounded.

"Then why did you give it to me if you had poured it for yourself?" Caleb asked, setting it down and walking towards Hanna.

"I just didn't want it anymore," she answered, stepping away from him and turning her head. A must have told him something. No one ever notices. Naomi and Riley must have told him after A made her tell them. A was behind it. A was always behind it.

"What are you thinking about?" Caleb asked her, noticing her scared expression.

"That maybe you shouldn't stay here anymore," Hanna whispered shakily, afraid that he could be A. Maybe that was his plan all along. Maybe he wanted her to fall for him in effort to get closer to her than he could from just watching her and learning all her secrets. Wait, did she just admit to herself that she was falling for Caleb?

"What did I do now?" Caleb asked the way all boys do when they sense something is wrong. Hanna turned towards him again and locked eyes. She remembered the way he listened to her the night she was crying because Aria stopped talking to her. She remembered the way he called her over in the library, telling her she owed him. She remembered his smile that she never really saw until she spent time with him. She remembered his desperate eyes when the school had kicked him out from spending the night there. How could she accuse him of doing something as dark as being A? She couldn't be getting that paranoid. Could she?

"Do you ever feel like someone's always watching you?" Hanna said aloud, unable to stop her mouth from connecting with her thoughts that she usually pushed to the back of her mind.

"Do you?" Caleb asked her, concern flooding his eyes as they darted from window to window. Hanna gave a half smile at his hidden care for her. She stepped towards him, thinking of actually telling him something. Hey, A would probably make her at some point in the future anyways.

"It's just with all these windows I sometimes get a little creeped out at night," Hanna laughed out, trying to push the subject away. Caleb just smiled and nodded, respecting her wanting to keep some things private. He walked back to the cereal and pushed it around with the spoon.

"So this cereal is perfectly fine to eat?" he asked her, one eyebrow raised. His usual expression that drove Hanna crazy.

"Yes, if you don't mind the few that I crushed while my mom was talking about Sean." Hanna rolled her eyes at the sound of his name. Caleb smiled and shook his head as he continued eating his cereal. Hanna took a sigh of relief, but it was too soon.

"So, how are you feeling today?" He questioned her. Hanna didn't understand the question but he didn't seem to mean anything more by it.

"Fine?" Hanna told him, not sure what he was trying to get at.

"Last night I heard you. After your mom left, you had takeout and then got sick from it," Caleb told her in an obvious tone. Hanna turned pale. "So are you feeling better today?"

"Oh yeah, much better," Hanna said with a fake smile and tried to busy herself by putting away the empty cereal box. Caleb dropped his spoon in his bowl loudly.

"So, that's what really happened? You just got sick from it, right?" Caleb questioned, as if he already knew everything. But Hanna was afraid, he did. The thoughts of A interfering suddenly flooded into her mind again and everything that was connected to her nerves broke down. She couldn't really move and breathing suddenly became a task that she couldn't find herself fulfilling easily. But she shut her eyes and did three yoga breaths; like Ali had taught her to do. She turned around to meet Caleb's scared eyes with an agenda.

"Who told you," Hanna demanded coldly, advancing towards Caleb with clenched fists. Caleb stood from his seat at the breakfast bar but took only one step back.

"No one needed to tell me, Hanna," he said quietly. Hanna raised her arms to push him but he grabbed both her forearms and stopped the attack. Both struggled until Hanna found her face feeling wet. A single tear was falling down her face and she couldn't control it. Caleb stared into her eyes as they searched for something in his. He was hunting for the same thing in Hanna's glossy eyes. His grip on her arms loosened and Hanna became completely still. Caleb eventually let go and pulled Hanna into his chest, putting both arms protectively around her. Hanna wrapped her arms around his back and listened to his heart beat. She couldn't remember a time like this; a time where she never wanted to leave someone's arms.

"I'm okay," was all Hanna could say; Caleb tightened his grip around her as she did with him. For the first time, she felt that maybe she was okay. With Sean, all she ever felt was pressured. Pressured to be the perfect girl that everyone saw her to be. Pressured to keep an image that Ali had planted in her mind those years ago. Pressured to never go back to a time where she felt different from everyone else. But with Caleb, she felt okay. She felt she could get on with her life being comfortable. She felt happy that there was someone who not only noticed it, but cared enough to tell her. She felt okay with Caleb. Only with him. And just as she was drifting off into a world where feeling stopped, she felt lips touch the top of her head. His lips. He kissed her hair. He did.

"Good, because I happen to like you," Caleb told her, letting her go from their embrace, a moment Hanna was dreading. But she smiled after realizing what he just said. He smiled as well, but looked around the room, finding her wallpaper to be very interesting all of a sudden. Hanna wiped her face clean from any makeup that could've been smudged, but half way through, she thought, what's the point? She really did feel comfortable around Caleb.

As he kept looking around the room, and then to his shoes, Hanna pushed him playfully. Their eyes connected and one could feel the other being drawn closer. But suddenly, Hanna's phone beeped. The sound from a text message from an unknown number. Her heart sank to the floor, her eyes stung with tears, and her lungs forgot how to operate. She put her hand on Caleb's chest to stop him from coming closer and pulled out her phone from her back pocket. One unread text message from – Unknown Number. She opened it as Caleb watched.

I wonder what Sean would be thinking if he knew what I just saw. Or Lucas? Or Mommy Marin? Or maybe I could just show them the video I got last night of you after Chinese takeout.

-A

"Hanna?" Caleb questioned, after reading the text. She looked up and quickly closed the message, trying to think of an excuse. But her mouth must have connected with her heart instead.

"Caleb, please help me."