NYLON: Ten years after Ali's disappearance Hanna Marin is now a fashion powerhouse balancing her time between two fashion meccas but she's not just juggling two cities, she's also juggling two lovers.
OH FUCK ME: Spencer has some exciting news to celebrate with Hanna and all of their friends but the mood quickly changes when she drops a bomb on Hanna.
NYLON ~ CHAPTER ONE ~ OH FUCK ME
Hanna Marin rolled over slamming her alarm clock off. She looked around her once immaculate studio apartment overlooking Central Park and groaned at the sight of empty champagne glasses and delicate dessert plates littered around the room. Mustering up all her courage, the petite blonde threw off the covers and got started cleaning her apartment. Her thoughts drifted off to the events from the night before. All of her high school friends got together to celebrate some excellent news that Spencer had to share with them.
"Okay," Spencer smiled addressing her tight nit group of friends sprinkled around Hanna's kitchen. "I bet you're all wondering why I splurged for the Cristal."
Her words were met with scattered giggles and then she grabbed her champagne glass with her left hand lifting it high above her head.
"I'm engaged!" she finally laughed. The other girls erupted and squeals.
"Since when?" Aria asked nearly jumping into Spencer's arms.
"Hold up spider monkey," Spencer teased hugging her friend. "I'll explain everything in a minute."
Hanna's thoughts were interrupted with a knock at the door. She pressed the start button on her dishwasher and tiptoed toward the foyer.
"Hey," she smiled hugging her friend Spencer before ushering her inside.
"Sorry about the mess last night," Spencer said. "I didn't realize we were going to party like it's 2010."
"Don't worry about it," Hanna laughed grabbing two bottle of water from her fridge. "I'm surprised we wrapped it up when we did. I was kind of expecting to still be awake from last night."
"You're still wearing last night's clothes," Spencer noticed.
"Shut up!" Hanna laughed tugging at the bodice on her bodycon dress. "Just be glad I remembered you were coming over today."
"I know," Spencer replied, "and please don't hate me but I need to go back to the office in couple hours so we've got to do this quickly."
"It's a Sunday," Hanna reminded her digging through the folders on her desk.
"I've got a client who needs her kitchen finished by the end of the week for some charity thing," Spencer explained. "We had it done but then she decided she hates the curtains with her cupboards so we're kind of screwed."
"It's fine," Hanna said handing her a file full of sketches. "This will serve more as a preliminary consultation anyway. Why don't you take a look at those and then let me know what you like."
"Hanna," Spencer said examining the work in her lap, "these are amazing. I can't believe I get to walk down the aisle in a Marin original."
"Don't get too excited," Hanna replied, "this will be my first wedding dress."
"I'm sure it will be great," Spencer assured her.
"Okay," Hanna said opening her agenda, "so I'm flying back to London on Tuesday to meet with the European designers so we can either meet up before then or talk when I get back but I definitely want to get started on your dress ASAP since your wedding's less than two months away."
"Seriously, you're amazing!" Spencer told her friend.
"Remind me again why you're getting married in six weeks?" Hanna groaned.
"It's the only time we can," Spencer replied. "It's literally the only Saturday both Toby and I will be in New York for the rest of the year and I'm definitely not waiting another second to marry him. We've already been together for a decade."
"You surprised me Spencer Hastings," Hanna teased. "I always thought you were more of the fairytale princess and not the backyard wedding type."
"Trust me," Spencer replied, "the backyard at the Hampton's house rivals any princess castle."
"I stand corrected," the blonde laughed.
"So um," Spencer paused.
"Everything okay?" Hanna asked noticing the serious turn this conversation was headed in.
"There's something else I have to tell you," Spencer said slowly.
"You're pregnant?" Hanna's mouth dropped open. "I knew it was a shotgun wedding."
"No!" Spencer said firmly. "Who do I look like? Aria?"
"Then spit it out," Hanna told her.
"Okay," Spencer took a deep breath and averted her gaze. "Caleb's back in town."
"Oh," Hanna breathed. She took a seat on the couch and let it all sink in. "How long has he been back?"
"Since June," Spencer rambled. "I'm sorry. I just didn't know how to tell you and you've been traveling so much. Last night was the first time I've seen you in months."
"I know," Hanna said. "I don't blame you. It's not like you told him to come."
Neither of them said anything for a minute. A guilty look swept across Spencer's face. Hanna eyebrows narrowed and her blood began to boil.
"Spencer…" she whispered. "What are you not telling me?"
"You know that Toby and I have been expanding our business to include high tech remodels," Spencer explained. "We decided to bring in someone who knows a lot about carpentry and even more about computers so…"
"Caleb," Hanna replied. "Well, I guess as a business woman I can't blame you but as a friend I'm pissed you didn't tell me earlier."
"Maybe it's a chance for you guys to patch things up," Spencer offered. "A's gone for real this time. You and Caleb don't have any obstacles anymore."
"A might have been a part of it," Hanna began, "but if we were really meant to be together, we would have worked through it. I just don't understand why you'd even tell me though. It's not like I have to see him just because we live in the same borough."
"You kind of do," Spencer replied. "He's Toby's best man."
"Oh fuck me!" Hanna rolled her eyes.
Hanna parked her mom's sedan behind a large bush before grabbing her mobile and stepping out. She locked the car and pulled her long dark coat tighter around her. The blistering cold air stung at her face as she tiptoed toward the entrance to the cemetery. Her heels dug deep into the soil and she cursed herself for ruining her wearing her favorite high boots. She reached the cenotaph with Ali's name engraved on a platinum nameplate. Hanna pressed her fingers against the plate and spun it vertically revealing a hidden door. She slipped inside the dim candlelit room and felt a strong arm grab hold of the loop on her coat.
"Shhhh," Caleb cooed. "It's me."
"I missed you," Hanna said turning around before planting her lips on his.
Caleb's hands traveled across the small of her back landing on her backside before he hoisted her into his arms. She hooked her legs around his waist and he pressed her against the wall behind her.
"What are you wearing under this?" he asked swiftly tearing it off.
"Nothing," Hanna whispered in his ear before the coat hit the ground. Now the only thing covering her was a pair of leather boots.
"I love you," Caleb moaned pressing her even more tightly against the wall as his lips met her collarbone leaving a trail of soft kisses on her skin.
"Oh fuck me!" Hanna breathed tugging at his belt.
"I feel like we're being rushed," he laughed. "Are you meeting some other guy after me?"
"Sorry," she sighed, "but I'm supposed to meet Wren in an hour. He has some files to give me about Mona but he said he can't say anything over the phone."
"Are you kidding me Hanna?" Caleb said placing her back on the ground. "I thought you weren't going to let A control your life."
"We're hooking up in a mausoleum," she reminded him. "A controls my life no matter what I do."
"What if we could change that?" Caleb replied.
"That's what I'm trying to do," Hanna said. "It's why I'm meeting Wren."
"No," he breathed. "Come to California with me."
"I'm not safe anywhere," she reminded him. "Look what happened to your mom."
"Then we can go somewhere else," he said. "I can take care of us. We can escape A. Hanna, I don't think I can sneak around like this with you for another year."
Before Hanna could reply, there was a rustling sound coming from outside.
"What was that?" she asked scared.
"This is what I'm saying," Caleb told her. "We can't be looking over our shoulders and freaking out every time we hear a creak. This is crazy."
"Look," Hanna said reaching toward the ground to grab her coat and cover up once again. "I can't make a decision like this right now. I really need to go see Wren if I ever plan on getting to the bottom of this new A."
"Hanna," Caleb said as she reached for the door, "if you walk away right now this is over. I can't do this forever."
"Well," Hanna turned back to face him, "I can't do this right now."
Without another word Hanna stepped back out into the cold and away from the only person she'd ever truly fallen in love with.
Hanna snapped back to reality where Spencer was still sitting across from her trying not to make the situation any worse.
"I'm really sorry," Spencer told her. "I just don't know what to say."
"It's not your fault," Hanna told her. "A hurt us all. You're just lucky Toby was there for you through it all."
"It's been ten years," Spencer sighed. "I wish we could put this all behind us but I think A will haunt us forever."
NEXT TIME
LANDED IN LONDON: Hanna's meeting with the European designers doesn't go as planned and she's forced to delay her return to the U.S. but it becomes a blessing in disguise when she runs into a sexy Brit from her past.
