To those of you who asked, yes, I will be converting all the Shayley prompts that had previously been requested into Hannily and will have them up as soon as they are written.

My past couple weeks have been a very hectic and, between classes and a health scare with my step-dad that ended with him in the hospital for a few days, I haven't been able to write; however, from March 13-22 I am on Spring Break and I'm going to be writing as much as possible on the days I don't have to work.

-x-x-x-

Emily's POV

With the whirlwind caused by Alison coming back to Rosewood, Hanna and I have barely had a chance to spend any real time together, so tonight I'm taking her out to a movie and dinner, just wanting a low-key date night and some one-on-one time with my favorite girl.

When I knock on Hanna's front door to pick her up, the sight I am met with surprises me. Hanna now has black streaks in what is usually a full head of blonde hair. She's wearing black leather pants, combat boots, a black beanie, and an open denim button down shirt over a white tank top. To top it all off, I can smell the faint scent of alcohol radiating off of her.

What the hell happened to my girlfriend? Not that she doesn't look insanely hot like this, but it's not what I'm used to. Hanna, who is always in heels. Hanna, who is almost always in a skirt or dress. Not, Hanna who looks like she's about to jump on the back of a Harley Davidson motorcycle.

"Um, hi. What's all this?" I ask gently.

"You don't like it," Hanna states blandly.

"No, no, I'm just surprised. You look amazing, trust me, it's just not... you."

"I don't even know who I am," she mutters so low I can't understand her.

"What?"

"Nothing. You ready to go?"

"Yeah, sure," I answer with a skeptic look, but she's already out the door and getting into my car.

-x-x-x-

After a quiet dinner, Hanna and I made our way to the movies and she picked out some random black and white mystery film in lieu of a comedy or romance like she usually does, leaving me slightly confused. Hanna's really not acting like herself tonight and it's starting to worry me a little.

Completely bored by the movie, I move closer to Hanna, removing the arm that was wrapped around her shoulders and instead placing it across her thigh and latching my hand onto the inside of it right above her knee. I tilt my head to the side and start to place soft kisses on her neck, moving up towards her ear and gently biting down on the lobe. After a minute, Hanna finally turns her head to the side and kisses me quickly on the lips before focusing her attention back on the film. My eyebrows furrow deeply as I stare the side of her face in confusion. Hanna never passes up the chance to make out, no matter where we are. I sigh quietly and turn my face back towards the screen.

-x-x-x-

"Are you okay?" I ask as I look at Hanna worriedly as we exit the movie theater and head back home.

"Yeah, I'm fine babe," she brushes off my question.

"You're really quiet tonight. You've been pretty quiet the last few days... since we left the theater in New York."

"Damn it, Em. I'm fine can you just drop it," Hanna snaps.

"Hanna! I know there's something bothering you. You didn't do a full style revamp for nothing. You've been drinking yourself into oblivion, and now you won't even kiss me or talk to me. You know I'm not going to judge you for whatever it is. I love you," I pry.

"Do you?" she fires back, fire alight in those usually soft baby blue eyes.

"What?"

"Do you love me?"

I look at Hanna with my brows furrowed, confusion evident on my face due to the dimple poking out prominently at the end of the left one, "What are you talking about, Hanna? Of course I love you, you know that."

I try to move forward and hold her hands in mine but she takes a few steps back.

"I need to ask you something and I need you to be completely honest with me."

"Of course," I concede.

"Why did you start becoming interested in me as something more than a friend? Was it because I looked like Ali? It was after Mona modeled me into Alison 2.0, so it has to have something to do with that right?" Hanna demands.

"Hanna, no. That is the farthest thing from why I fell for you!" I try to interject.

"I wasn't Hefty Hanna anymore. I had the perfect clothes, the perfect accessories, the perfect everything. I was the head bitch in charge after that... Just like Alison. Was any of it real?"

"Of course it was real. It still is. All of it. I didn't fall for you because you were like Alison. I fell for you because you were the exact opposite. I love you because you are the sweetest, most caring person I know. I love you because you make me laugh. I love you because you always accepted me for who I am, even before I could accept myself. I love you because you let me move in with you so I wouldn't have to go to Texas. I love you because you make me stronger. You always have. I love you for so many reasons, but none of them have anything to do with what you just said. Hanna, please believe me," I beg.

"What's going on between you and Ali?"

"What?" I literally just poured my heart out to her and explained that I am solely in love with her and now she's asking me this?

"I heard you talking in the theater, Emily! For fucks sake, she told you she was in love with you!" Hanna screams frustratedly, tears welling up in her eyes.

"And I'm in love with you! Please, you have to know that," I plead. "Ali means nothing to me like that, not when I have you."

"I know how Alison is! I know how much you were in love with her. What am I supposed to do if she manipulates you back into that lovesick puppy who would do anything for her? I can't compete with her Emily. I'm not going to be able to handle it if you leave me for her. I have to save myself from the heartbreak."

"No. That's not going to happen. I've grown, I'm not that same person. I love you. Please, please, don't do this." I choke out.

When the first tear spills over Hanna's eyelid and falls onto her cheek, I surge forward and wrap my arms around her. She stiffens, but still buries her face in my neck. I can feel her tears dripping onto my skin, my own tears roll down my face and land in her hair before she pushes me away.

"I can't do this," she whispers brokenly as she turns and runs down the sidewalk towards her house.

-x-x-x-

Don't hate me Hannily shippers!

There is still a lot of story to tell, so don't lose or gain hope for either couple just yet (;

Leave a review, let me know what you think.