While Caleb was smoking on his balcony, Hanna was leaning by the counter of the club, her head resting on it. She was completely drunk, she had spent everything she had with her to drink and now she couldn't even lift her head from there. It was four in the morning, but the club was still full of guys, most of them pretty drunk as well. When Hanna made a huge effort to ask for another cocktail, the bartender didn't give it to her.

"You can't drink more, miss." he commented.

"Why? Here's my money." she muttered, giving him the little money she still had.

"It's not for the money. You'll end up in an hospital if you keep drinking like this."

"You have to give me what I'm asking for." Hanna muttered again, before replacing her head on the counter.

The bartender sighed, then gave a look around himself. A couple of guys were looking at Hanna and laughing, whispering in their ears. He was used to situations like those, and he knew that someone could have easily taken advantage of that girl. Maybe he could have just ignored her, it wasn't his business after all, but he was a nice guy and didn't like at all the idea of a possible rape.

"Hey, miss... You know what? I'll give you another drink if you give me your phone for a call." he whispered to Hanna, who was almost sleeping there by now.

She placed her purse on the counter without lifting her head, so the bartender took her mobile and called the last number on the call list, which obviously was Caleb's.

Caleb felt his mobile buzz in his pocket. He grabbed it and saw it was Hanna. He didn't want to pick up, so he just placed it back in the pocket and kept smoking.

Damn, he couldn't talk to her. He couldn't hear her voice yelling at him that he was a jerk and everything. Maybe she was right, yeah, but he didn't want to hear from her. It would have been painful.

But something made him think it was important. Something told him he had to pick up. It was weird, but he knew he had to. If he really couldn't talk to her, after all, he could have just hung up any second. So, taken a deep breath, he picked up.

"Hanna, look..." he started, but a voice interrupted him.

"Man, I don't know who you are but I think that Hanna is this girl in front of me, and she looks really bad."

Caleb furrowed his eyebrows. It was a male voice.

"Who is this? What's going on?" he asked.

"I'm happy to find you awake at this time in the morning... Look, I'm a bartender, my name is Chris, I work at the Galaxy Club in LA, and this girl is leaning by my counter totally drunk. I was the one who gave her to drink, but I didn't know that she had already asked some shots to my coworker earlier, so I couldn't imagine that she would have ended up like this. I convinced her to give me her phone, so I could call someone. You were the last number she called. I don't know if you are a friend of hers or what, but if you can, you should totally come here to pick her up, because I don't know what would happen if some stupid guy came up to her, given her current conditions." the guy explained to Caleb.

Caleb sighed and bit hard his lower lip, rubbing his eyes with his free hand.

"I live right in front of here, I'll be there in a second." he quickly said, hanging up and running out of the apartment.

When Caleb arrived at the club two minutes later, he immediately ran to the counter where he found Hanna basically asleep on that. He looked up at the bartender and nodded at him.

"Thanks for calling. I'll take her home." he said.

The bartender smiled at him a little sadly.

"It's such a shame to see a pretty girl like her getting drunk this way. Someone must have hurt her really bad today, I guess." he shrugged, not knowing it was right because of Caleb.

Caleb nodded again and took Hanna in his arms, lifting her bridal style.

"Thank you again. Bye." he said again to the bartender, before exiting the club carrying Hanna.

"That jerk fooled me. He said he would have given me another cocktail if I had left him give a call with my phone. He made his call, but he didn't give me my cocktail. He was a stupid liar. He's a jerk like all the guys." Hanna muttered as Caleb carried her in the parking of the club.

He saw her car parked there, so he searched for the keys in her purse and found them, then he unlocked the doors and slowly lied Hanna in the passenger seat, fastening her belt and closing the door.

"Where are we going?" Hanna continued muttering as Caleb jumped in the driver seat and closed the door.

"Home." he replied, fastening his seatbelt and starting the engine.

"You're a guy, you lie. You're not taking me home." she half-laughed.

Caleb felt terrible seeing her that drunk. He knew it was because of him. He watched the road and silently started driving towards Hanna's house. When he didn't hear any more muttered and incomprehensible word from her, he gave her a glance and saw her asleep. He smiled sadly at that sight. She was beautiful, even drunk and asleep. He noticed her make-up messed up by the tears, and she cursed himself once again.

"I'm sorry, baby..." he whispered, as he kept driving towards her house.

When he arrived there, he parked the car and got out. He took Hanna again in his arms and carried her bridal style till her front door. Then, he placed her feet down, still holding her, to be able to search for the keys of the house in her purse, and when he found them, he unlocked the door and entered with Hanna, taking her bridal style once again. She was occasionally moaning, but her eyes were closed and Caleb knew she wouldn't have remembered about the fact he had picked her up from the pub when she would have woken up. He didn't want her to know that he had done it for her.

Caleb lied her down on her bed and slowly undressed her, leaving just her underwear on. Damn, she was as sexy as always. She let out a slight laugh when Caleb tuck her in under the blankets, and then she snuggled against the pillow. Caleb, then, took an handkerchief from the nightstand and wiped away a little of her messed make-up from her cheeks, slowly, as she laughed again.

"It tickles!" she giggled.

"Almost done." he replied with a soft voice.

"Fuck you, Caleb... I hate you..." she murmured, still half-laughing.

Caleb sighed at that, then he placed the dirty handkerchief back on the nighstand. He returned close to Hanna and smiled when he heard her soft snoring. He sat on her bed and then placed a strand of her hair behind her ear and caressed her cheek slowly.

"Don't do this to yourself... Never again... Neither me nor any guy in this entire world is worth it... Okay?" he whispered.

Hanna seemed to smile in her sleep and Caleb wanted to imagine that was her way to answer 'yes' to his question.

"Hey... Promise me that you won't think about me. That you won't waste any more time with me. Don't you see me? I'm an idiot, and I hurt you, so why would you want to be with me? Just let me go, Hanna. Forget me. You'll find a good man someday. Soon. I'm sure about that... You'll be in love, and happy, you'll get married and you'll have tons of wonderful children. You deserve it, so please... Be happy, okay?" he continued, gently running his fingertips up and down her cheek and neck.

Hanna let out another cute little smile in her sleep and Caleb smiled back at her as she could see him. Then, he got up and went to the bathroom, where he took a bin, and placed it right beside Hanna's bed, on the floor, in case she would have felt the need to vomit due to the alcohol. Then, he sat again on the bed and gave one last look to Hanna.

"Sleep tight, honey." he whispered, before leaning in and placing a kiss on her forehead.

Hanna didn't move an inch as Caleb got up from the bed and then out of the bedroom, before walking to the front door and leaving her house as well. He had to take a cab to go home since he had taken Hanna home with her car, but he didn't mind. What mattered to him is that Hanna was safe in her own house.

Caleb came back home at six in the morning. He was exhausted, so he immediately took off his clothes and climbed on bed next to an half-asleep Jess who, when he lied down, woke up.

"I heard you open the front door... Where have you been?" she whispered, her eyes still closed.

"At the club." he replied, telling her an half-truth.

"Did you drink?"

"Jess, I'm not drunk and you're not my mom. Let me sleep now."

"Have you seen Hanna, haven't you?"

Caleb pretended not to hear her, closing his eyes and inhaling a deep breath.

Hanna woke up with a huge headache. When she sat up in the bed, immediately felt the urge to vomit, and luckily she found a bin near the bed.

She remembered basically nothing.

Oh, right. Caleb fighting with Noel for her, Caleb losing his job along with Noel, Caleb telling her he would have soon left for San Diego, and then herself ending up in the club in front of Caleb's house to drink. But after then, she didn't remember anything.

She was in her underwear, under the blankets of her bed, with a bin near it. She hadn't come home by herself, that was for sure. She got up and looked through the window. Her car wa parked there. God, maybe she had come home with a random guy, then they had had sex and then he had gone away with the first cab. It must have gone like that. 'Here I go again, one night stands and drunk nights. Back to the usual stupid Hanna's life before jerk Caleb.' she thought.

She grabbed her mobile and called Aria, glad that she didn't have to work that day. Her friend picked up and greeted her happily, but Hanna wasn't of the same mood.

"Come over as soon as you can. Caleb's a huge asshole."

"Uh, okay." Aria replied quickly.

Two hours later, Aria was sitting on Hanna's bed as she finished telling her the whole mess which had happened the previous day. Hanna was almost crying, but she managed not to show herself that weak for a guy who wasn't even her boyfriend.

"I'm sorry if I said he was worth it and everything. I really thought this was the good time for you to find a nice guy." Aria murmured, biting her lip.

"It's not your fault, Ar. I thought it too, and honestly I'm glad I gave a try, after all. I had a good time with him throughout these days." Hanna shrugged, smiling bitterly.

"It just seems absurd, though. I mean, yesterday morning I met him at your front door, and now he wants to leave for San Diego. I'm sorry, I know you really cared about him..."

Hanna sighed as a single tear rolled down her cheek.

"You know what's the worst part, though? San Diego is something like three hours of bus from there. It's not like it's to the other side of the world. But he hasn't even tried to tell me 'We can try to keep this up', 'We can see each other on weekends' or something. He just cut everything off. Like... It was amazing until now, but we can't be together. I have to grow up and start my new life there. End of the story. Bye-bye, Hanna. Have a good life. It was nice to fuck you." she muttered as she wiped it away.

Aria sighed deeply and held her friend's hand.

"Do you think he's like implicitely blaming you for the loss of his job?" she asked.

"He told me it's not like that, but who knows... Well, actually I could have kept my mouth shut about Noel..."

"You didn't do anything wrong in my opinion."

"Yeah, cool. But he's leaving anyway."

"What about last night? Have you remembered anything from the club?"

Hanna shook her head.

"I must have come home with someone. I hardly believe I could have driven since I drank like hell." she added then.

"Do you think you slept with someone?"

"Probably." she shrugged, snorting.

"Well... It was someone who knew where you lived, because I don't think you were in the condition to explain where your house was... Plus, it was a real gentleman because he put a bin next to your bed and replaced your clothes back in the closet..." Aria commented.

"What are you thinking?"

"I don't know, but... It doesn't look like you slept with the first horny guy who found you last night in that club. Looks more like a kind person who knows you pretty well just brought you home to tuck you in."

Hanna remained silent processing Aria's words.

"Have you checked your phone?" Aria asked.

"No, why?"

Aria sighed and took her mobile from the nightstand.

"Let's see if you texted or called someone while you were drunk..." she said as she unlocked Hanna's phone.

Hanna bit hard her lower lip when Aria opened the call list, revealing she had apparently called Caleb at four in the morning and talked with him for about a minute.

"Oh, God... What the hell did I tell him?" she snorted, rubbing her temples.

"I don't know, but... I think he just came to you and brought you home last night."

"What a poor figure... He saw me drunk... And who knows what I told him... As if yesterday wasn't already a shitty day..."

"Well, at least he saw what he did to you. I think he got that you were drunk because of him..."

"Even worse! God, I must have looked desperate..."

"He helped you, though. He could have ignored your call, instead he picked up. He could have left you in that pub, instead he came to rescue you and take you home. He even brought your car here. He put you in bed and gave you a bin for the morning hangover, he... He took care of you."

"But he's still leaving. Maybe he just felt guilty, so he helped me last night. He's always been kind to me after all, and this is the confirmation. That's one of the things I like the most about that idiot." Hanna said sadly, sighing.

"Hey... He won't leave until next week, right? He still can change his mind."

"He won't. He wants to sell the apartment and then he'll go to San Diego with that bitch of his sister. And I won't see him anymore since he won't come to work to the mall."

"Well, then go to his apartment and try to talk to him."

"Not a chance. He made clear what he wants, I don't wanna go there and cry in front of him or be humiliated by his sister again. I already talked to him. I can't do anything else to stop him. He's a jerk like all the guys, Aria. Maybe I should just let him go."

Aria sighed and remained silent for a few seconds.

"You shouldn't let him go if you love him." she said softly, suddenly.

Hanna closed her eyes and then looked down. Was Aria right? Did she love him? She wasn't sure of the answer, and that was already an answer itself.

"He shouldn't leave if he loves me. And maybe he just doesn't. I guess that here it doesn't matter what I feel... It matters what he feels. And if he's ready to leave because he thinks I'm not enough important to keep him here, well... Then I have to let him go." she stated then, her eyes getting watery.

Aria smiled bitterly at her before pulling her friend into a warm hug, and then Hanna finally let herself go and cried against Aria's shoulder.

When Caleb woke up, it was already afternoon. He was surprised to see that Jess was still in bed, awake.

"Morning, brother." she muttered before coughing.

"Why are you still in bed?" he murmured, rubbing his eyes.

"I'm sick. I feel like shit..." Jess replied, and then sneezed.

"Whoa, I see..." he continued, getting up from the bed.

"I was also waiting for you to wake up, actually."

"Why? Jess, if you want to talk about..."

"It's not about her, don't worry." she interrupted him.

Caleb sighed and nodded, then Jess continued.

"There are no medicines here. Can you just go to the pharmacy and take something for the flu, please? I really need them."

"Yeah, of course." Caleb said, before putting a shirt on.

"I don't know how could you not take anything after a whole night on the balcony, though." Jess muttered, rolling in the bed.

"I'm a man, I'm stronger." Caleb replied with a smirk.

Jess rolled her eyes, as Caleb finished getting dressed.

"And... Do you feel better today?" Jess asked then.

Caleb just nodded.

"I'll be right back." he said, then he left the apartment.

Caleb drove to the pharmacy in deep thought. The image of Hanna drunk and upset because of him was haunting him ever since the previous night. It had totally broken him. But still, he hadn't changed his mind. He just wanted Hanna to forget him. And, well, he had to forget her as well.

He walked in the pharmacy and found the medicines for the flu, but when he reached the pay desk he felt a lump in his stomach seeing that Hanna was there. At first, he thought he was just imagining it, but when she turned around, he realized she was really her. God, was LA that small? He swallowed and took a deep breath. He would have never ignored her, it would have been disrespectful and he wasn't like that, especially towards a woman, especially towards her.

"Hey." he murmured, awkwardly.

"C-caleb, hi." she stuttered.

Caleb didn't know what to say, so he just showed her he had to pay for his medicines and tried to walk past her, but then Hanna said something which stopped him.

"Thank you for taking me home last night, by the way."

He turned around and felt a little confused. How the hell could she remember?

"Sorry... What?" he replied, trying to sound unaware of everything.

"I know it was you, Caleb. Don't play dumb." she replied firmly.

Caleb remained silent and awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, so Hanna continued.

"I saw the call list on my phone. I know I called you last night. I think I was completely drunk, I actually can't remember anything, but what I know is that I woke up this morning alone in my bed, my car was outside parked at its usual spot, and my clothes were in their place, so the one who brought me home knew which was my car and where I lived and everything. Plus, you casually happen to live right in front of the club. I think that's enough to make me think it was you. Anyway, I'm sorry if I called you at that time... I wasn't conscious."

Caleb sighed and then nodded, biting his bottom lip. He should have probably deleted that call from her phone.

"Well... Actually, the one who called me with your phone was a bartender. You were like sleeping on the counter of the club totally drunk, so he took your phone and dialed the last number called. He said it was better if someone would have come to pick you up... It wasn't a problem, though. I was wide awake. I just hope you feel good today." he replied with a slight shrug.

Hanna roamed a hand through her hair and felt really ashamed for what had happened the previous night.

"Look, I absolutely wouldn't have wanted you to see me that way. I don't know what I said or did, but if I acted like a stupid I apologize... I'm sorry." she muttered, scratching her forehead.

"It's okay, you were just laughing and muttering some incomprehensible words..." he replied, letting out a slight smile.

Hanna bit her lip and then replied.

"Anyway, you didn't have to do that... I mean, you didn't have to help me and take me home and everything."

"Hanna... I would have never wanted you to be like that. But you were like that because of me... So... Yeah, I had to do that. And even if I didn't, I would have done it anyway."

Hanna lowered her gaze, not knowing what else to say. Caleb felt the embarassment between them, so he tried to say something.

"You know, I came to take some medicines for Jess. She seems to have the flu."

Hanna nodded.

"Hopefully she'll get better soon." she said then, with a tip of sarcasm.

"Yeah..."

"Well, I mean, she has to get better soon, so you guys can leave for San Diego." Hanna insisted, intensely looking into Caleb's eyes.

Caleb sighed and pursed his lips.

"We still have to solve a couple of things to be able to sell the apartment... We'll probably be done for the next weekend. So... I guess that Jess has all the time to get better." he replied then.

Hanna nodded.

"And... What are you doing here, instead? Is it because of the hangover?" Caleb asked, trying to make casual conversation.

"No, I..." Hanna started, but then a clumsy old woman accidentally hit her on her way outside, making Hanna's pharmacy bag fall to the floor.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, miss! I wasn't looking where I was going!" the woman apologized.

"Don't worry, it's okay." Hanna replied, lowering herself to put the stuff back in the bag.

"I'll help her, no problem, ma'am." Caleb told the old woman, smiling.

The woman apologized once again and then left the pharmacy, as Caleb went on his knees to help Hanna.

His heart stopped when he saw what was in her pharmacy bag.

Three different pregnancy tests.

He swallowed and handed one of them to Hanna, who just put it back in the bag.

"Thanks." she murmured, as both of them stood up.

He just stared at her speechless, totally displaced by what he had seen.

"Well... I have to go. Bye." she said then, turning her heels and walking away from the pharmacy, leaving Caleb there stoned.

A/N: Hi everybody! I'm happy I could finally update this! I received a lot of good reviews to the last chapter and that made me very very very happy, so thank you so much! Your words mean a lot to me :) So, right now Hanna and Caleb are in a weird and kind of awkward situation... Anyway, I hope you guys liked this long chapter; what Caleb did for Hanna while she was drunk, the Hanna/Aria scene and everything ;) and, well, that ending... Mmh... :D Can't wait to read what you guys think! But remember... It's not always what it looks like... ;) haha, please let me know :P Love you all, have an amazing week! I'll update ASAP :) xx -Atramea.