Bill was lying on the couch with one leg propped up on the coffee table and his head on the Arm rest, His arm flopped over the side.
He clicked through the channels with out any real conviction.
There was a moan from some where around his abdomen,
he looked down at Hannah, her head was on his stomach as her slim body rested between his legs.
"Uuuhh…" she moaned, with a jolt she sat up.
She looked disoriented. "you alright?" He asked.
She looked down at Bill. Her eyes widened a little, a small gasp coming out of her mouth before she seemed to have remembered where she was.
"No." she wined as she put her head in her hands.
He sat up slightly, the remote falling to the floor, "what's the matter baby?" he asked.
"I'm awake!" she whined. "I took enough Drugs to kill a full size horse. I should be asleep."
"You just woke up, come lay down." He said.
She ignored him and stood up.
She rapped her arms around herself as she looked around the room, seemingly seeing it for the first time.
"uhhuuuhh." She moaned as she walked into the kitchen, with a sigh she stumbled over to the fridge and took out the Orange juice (That's how Bill and Tom convinced Hannah to stay with them, a fridge that was always had at least two cartons of Orange juice) and took a swig from the bottle.
"Hannah." Bill said.
Hannah ignored him and shoved the bottle back in the fridge.
"My mouth tastes like shit." She mumbled as she walked back and forth in the small kitchen.
Her arms were rapped around and her hands were clenched on the large white tee-shirt she still had on.
"Hannah." Bill said as he walked over to her.
She looked high, well…maybe not high, just drugged.
"Hmm." She turned her head to Bill.
Tears were running freely down her face.
"What's the matter?" He asked as she pressed her head into his chest, he rapped his arms around her body.
"I'm never gonna go back to sleep." She mumbled into his shirt. "Why do the fates hate me so? I just want some sleep."
"I'm gonna pick you up, kay?" He whispered in her ear.
She nodded her head.
He bent over and roped his arms around her chest and under her thin legs.
With a heave he picked her up.
She clung to his chest in a sign of surrender.
"Whr'we goin?" She mumbled into his neck as he walked across the living room.
"Bed." He said as he walked into Tom's bedroom.
He set her down on the bed and went to shut the door.
"Where's Tom?" She asked as he pulled off his shirt.
"Uhh….Tom and Emily were watching a movie while you slept, they fell asleep, their still in the other room." Bill said, he didn't think that it would be wise to tell her that Tom had invited himself to sleep with Emily with out her knowing.
Hannah, who would have normally seen right through his lie didn't notice anything in her drugged state.
Walking over to her shaking form he reached under the huge white shirt to unclasp her jeans.
She was lying back on the bed with her eyes fluttering.
She didn't seem to notice when his hands brushed over her now empty womb.
He felt a soft stab of sorrow when his fingers touched the soft skin.
But it was gone soon enough.
He tugged off her pants and laid them on the floor next to the bed.
He tugged the blanket over her and climbed into bed.
He lied on his back as she curled up in a ball.
Bill didn't know how long he watched the moonlight cast shadows on the walls, he listened to her breathing as she laid there saying nothing.
"This bed smells." A harsh voice came from beside him.
He let out a silent laugh. "And how's that?" he asked into the darkness.
"This is Tom's bed, it reeks of dread wax and some shitty perfume." She mumbled.
"You didn't have an issue with falling asleep in my bed." He noted.
"That's because the bed smelled like you, you smell good." She stated it as a fact, and nothing more.
"Hmm…" He said, feeling the butterflies that he often did when he was with her, most unfortunately, she wasn't as willing to fall in love with a Kaulitz as Emily seemed to be.
He knew that she just needed a friend; she didn't need some one to have sex with or kiss.
So, he decided, he would do all the things that a boyfriend did for their sweet, just without the passion that he so longed for.
Maybe then, she would never notice.
As he mulled over so many thoughts an idea came to him, he knew a mother who had lost a child, one that he was sure, would be more then willing to talk to Hannah.
Maybe he she just needed a mother to talk to.
He felt himself slipping into an uneasy sleep when he felt a long, slightly chubby body lean up against his side and put a head on his chest.
There was the sound of someone breathing deeply as Bill faked sleep.
"Yep, smells ten times better then Tom. Don't know what Em's smoking." With the mumbled sentence he felt Hannah fall into a deep sleep.
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And that, is in fact, why Hannah is not on a hallucinogenic sleep aid.
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