Chapter 25

Hannah POV

"Jesus"

"Not quite, just me."

"Yea I got that much. Where's the boy."

"Still at grandmas. They phoned yesterday. Apparently they are off to the zoo today which means that we get another James free day."

"You say that like you have been waiting for it forever."

"Don't get me wrong, I love my son to pieces but it's nice to have a break every once in a while. A time to rest up or go out with my closest friend in the world and treat her to a coffee."

"Woo hoo, a coffee. Well don't I feel privileged. You remember I don't even drink coffee?"

"Well, how about the movies then. Been a while since we got to go. I've seen some good looking movies advertised on TV."

"I don't know. I might just chill today."

"Please Hannah. I just want to take out my friend, for once."

"Ok fine. Check the film times and tell me when we need to go. I'm going to go and get ready and then spend the rest of the time convincing you to invest in one of those couches that folds out into a bed."

"Ok."

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5 hours later

Back on Oliver's couch again although this time we were sat watching the TV. There wasn't really any good on but we had nothing else to do. I had tried to convince him to stop by the shops and buy a DVD for us to watch but he hadn't seemed too fussed by the idea. So here we sat, watching one of those crappy romantic comedies that have been shown so many times that we could recite it word for word.

After another few hours I glanced down at my watch and saw that it was getting late. By late I meant seven o clock and I was starving cause I hadn't had any dinner today.

"Well, I'm off."

"What why?"

"Well my apartment is finally clear of stuff belonging to the love birds that lived there before. So I am going to get some dinner and then sort out my stuff so that I can actually live there."

"Oh."

"So, I'll see you later then."

"Hannah wait. Why don't I come and help you. We can have dinner together as well. Then your apartment will be done in half the time."

"Thanks. But isn't James back today?"

"No. Seems he likes staying with his granny to much so he's staying again tonight."

"Well in that case. I guess I could do with the extra help. Besides, we can listen to all my bad music whilst we set the place up. The more the merrier I say."

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The apartment was going well. When we first arrived at my place we found some pasta in the cupboards and made a very cheesy pasta bake. It wasn't the best ever as I was still not use to using the oven in their small kitchen but it was edible at least. After dinner we had begun with the apartment. We organised everything in the living room into a style that I found adequate before we unpacked the rest of the stuff for the kitchen including the miracle that is a toaster. Can't wake up in a morning without it. We left the bedroom till last and I made it very clear to Oliver exactly which boxes he was allowed to touch. Just stuff like trousers and my tops nothing else.

"Done."

"Me too. Your apartment looks great now."

"Yea. Thanks for all the help Oliver."

I walked over to the bed and collapsed on it. I had bout brand new bed sheets to go with the rest of the stuff in the room and I loved the feel of them.

"No problem."

And he came and collapsed next to me. Obviously as won out as I was by all the moving around of furniture we had done today.

"So you're happy with it then?"

"Very. Now that it doesn't still look like Naomi and Emily's place I feel like I can actually live here and treat it as my own home, not theirs."

Oliver was silent. I let it rest for a while but when it had been silent for ten minutes I turned to look at him. Lying on my side I noticed that he had a look of deep concentration on his face. His forehead was crinkled as he thought about whatever it was he was thinking about. I reached out my hand and used my finger to smooth out the frown lines on his head. His immediate reaction was to turn his head to look at me. The look on his face looked like he had forgotten that I was even their but then it turned intense, I became uncomfortable under this intense look I couldn't quite place.

"What's wrong?"

He just kept looking at me with that same look. But then he moved turned on his side so he could look at me better, resulting in him making me feel even more freaked out.

"Oliver?"

I don't even know what happened. One minute he was just looking at me, the next his lips where pressed against mine in the most beautiful and tender kiss imaginable. This was the last thing I had expected but as he continued to kiss me a felt myself responding. I don't know what was going on but I really didn't care. This kiss was perfect; exactly what anyone would want their first kiss to be like with a guy. Then it was all gone. His lips had left mine and he was off the bed and out the door faster then I had ever thought possible, leaving me sat on the bed alone and wondering what the hell had just happened.