Hey guys! So as promised, here is your New Year's Haleb fic. It's going to be about 4 chapters long, and while it's not too heavy on the fluff, it has a very happy ending that I think you'll like! So get a cup of hot chocolate, get nice and comfortable, and enjoy this nice little story for the end of the holidays!

Disclaimer: As much as I wish I owned Pretty Little Liars, I do not. If I did, Sparia would have ridden off into the sunset on Paige's rainbow chopper by now and Caleb wouldn't have left Rosewood for a town covered in Instagram filters.

A loud, persistent ringing reverberated throughout the room, and Hanna groaned loudly as she rolled over under her linen sheets. In her barely conscious state, she figured the sound would just stop, but once her mind started to wake up, she realized that it required her contact to silence it. Hanna sighed as she shot her arm out from under the covers, slapped her hand down on the 'snooze' button, only to let her arm droop down by the side of the bed, dangling down like the rope of a swingset.

It was New Year's Eve. Normally, she would've been excited for the New Year, and would've taken the time to actually wake up early to fill her house to the brim with streamers, silly hats, and plenty of champagne, while also planning the perfect outfit for when she sat in front of the television to watch the ball drop, casually turning her head to the side at the last count to kiss the person next to her...

But that couldn't happen this year. This was the first year in several years that she was single on New Year's, and she hated it. Not because it was embarrassing; she could deal with that part. But it was mainly because of whom she wished she could be with...

Suddenly, there was a loud creak at the front of the bedroom, and Hanna's eyes shot open like firecrackers. She blinked, taking in her surroundings as three very blurry figures walked before her.

"Told you the alarm wouldn't work," Emily said disappointedly to Spencer, who simply rolled her eyes as she sat at the foot of the bed.

Hanna pulled the covers over her head. So that's who had set her alarm, something Hanna hadn't done since she was... well, something she hadn't done ever.

When Hanna dared to pull the covers back slightly, she immediately wished she hadn't. One small peak outward, and she was met with the recognizable doe eyes, which were far too bright at this time in the morning, that could only belong to Aria.

"Wake up, sleepy head!" Aria said softly, ruffling what was visible of Hanna's tussled blonde hair. "It's New Year's Eve!"

"Don't remind me," Hanna responded glumly as she sank further into her pillows, hoping that if she sank far enough, she would fall straight through, away from her friends.

"But why?" Spencer asked, bouncing slightly at the far edge of the bed. "Don't you want to go out and have fun?"

"No," Hanna said shortly as she took the pillow next to her and hid her face in it, but Aria quickly pulled it out from her hands.

"But there's the party at Paige's house tonight!" she whined.

"Yeah," Emily piped in. "I've spent the entire morning at her house blowing up balloons."

"Well, then you just wasted a shitload of your time," Hanna snapped, surprising the girls with how bitter she sounded. Hanna was usually the chipper one in the bunch when it came to the holidays, but now she was practically the Grinch personified.

Emily frowned, obviously hurt by Hanna's statement. "Why? A ton of people are coming."

"I don't understand the hype over the New Year," Hanna said bluntly. "Like, why do we keep track of time anyway?"

"Well really, when we think of a year, we're thinking of the Earth revolving around the sun," Spencer answered. "But when you take into account the Earth's revolutions before we had even developed an effective tracking system, this is inaccurate, so time isn't what we perceive it to be. It is measured in seconds, hours, and years, but you could measure it in meters or feet if you wanted. There's a formula used to convert the speed of light and how far you've traveled on earth to how far it would've been in space, proving that time travel is – "

"Spence, honey, I don't think Hanna cares," Aria said politely as she rubbed Spencer's back amicably, but then turned her attention back to Hanna without taking Spencer's appalled expression into account. "So what? Does this mean you don't want to go?"

Hanna moaned, pulling the covers back up to her chin. She wasn't even tired; she was just… not into it. "I'll think about it."

"Well, can you think about it over breakfast?" Emily encouraged. "We were going to go to the Brew."

"Why should I travel 5 blocks out of my way when I can make myself a bowl of Cocoa Puffs downstairs?" Hanna pointed out, but the girls were not having it. Spencer got up from the edge of the bed and stripped the sheets off of Hanna in one pull, revealing her in her tight camisole and yoga pants.

Hanna sprung up. "Spencer, what the hell?"

"You are getting out of this room!" she said sternly. "You haven't moved all of winter break – "

"That's a lie!"

"Hanna, the one dent in your mattress is from you getting up Christmas morning, and that was only for, like, an hour," Spencer said exasperatedly. "For God's sake, we are getting you out of this house!"

After another five minutes of arguing over it, Hanna agreed, but refused to do so without pouting her lips like a small child and stubbornly sticking her chin out.

Spencer sighed tiredly, getting off of her knees and standing up tall. "We'll warm the car up for you. Aria, get her something to wear."

Hanna was about to protest that she didn't think Aria, of all people, should be the one picking out her clothes, but she was already on it as Emily and Spencer left the room. Hanna sighed as she rolled off of the bed and slid her feet into a pair of Uggs slippers at the foot of it.

It was going to be a long day.

Caleb slumped further into his chair by the window of his bedroom, listening to the pitter patter of rain just outside. It was calm, soothing even, yet that was the opposite of what he wanted right now.

He didn't want peace. What he wanted was the near opposite of peace, in the form of long blonde hair, blue eyes, and a fiery heart that longed for mischief.

He put a hand through his long brown hair as he stared down at the picture in front of him, trying to memorize her face. It had been almost a year since he had last seen her, and he had an irrational fear that if he were to see her again, he wouldn't even recognize her. Would she be tanner? Thinner? Would she have gone for a change and dyed her hair brown?

Or worse... would she have a new man on her arm?

Caleb heard a gentle knock on his door, so he looked up. Remy was in the doorway, hair and clothing as wild as ever.

"Happy New Year," she said with a smile, and Caleb let out a hoarse laugh.

"Not until tomorrow," he said morosely, and Remy paused, startled.

"Don't sound too excited," she retorted, throwing sarcasm into the air as she sat down at the coffee table beside his chair, but Caleb turned away from her. As much as he didn't want peace and quiet right now, he wasn't really looking for human companionship, either.

"I'm sorry I can't be more chipper," he said dully. "The holidays just aren't my thing."

"Well, they all end tomorrow," Remy said optimistically, trying to lift his spirits slightly, but Caleb wasn't listening. He had fully tuned her out now to pay attention to the rain, carefully watching as one drop of water snaked it's way down the glass pane and as another closely followed.

How exciting.

Remy sighed. "I have an idea."

"I'm intrigued," Caleb said halfheartedly, still staring out the window.

Remy stood up and walked over to Caleb, crouching down in front of him. "Luke and I were going to go out to lunch, but I want you to come with us."

Upon hearing this, Caleb let out a loud guffaw. "Yeah, right, and be the awkward third wheel?"

"I'll ask him to invite his sister to keep you company," she said with a shrug. "In the meantime, put on some clothes and meet me outside of the house."

Caleb looked down, wondering what was wrong with the sweatpants and burgundy v-neck he was currently wearing, but before he could lift his head to ask her, and also tell her that he really didn't feel like going out today, Remy was gone.

Caleb sighed. Well, I guess my plans of remaining in a vegetative state the entire day have already failed, he thought to himself as he made his way over to the wall mirror, haircomb in hand.

Sorry if the Ravenswood characters are a little OOC; I'm kinda guessing at this point since I don't watch the show. But if you liked this first chapter, review/follow/favorite/WHATEVER to let me know, and I'll update again tomorrow night!