It's been a while.

This is part of the Europe trip that should have happened, but never did.

Enjoy!

Where the Streets Have No Name

It was Friday evening, at last.

College hadn't been Hanna's friend during the week; she'd had five deadlines, and classes all day every day, and barely any spare time to spend with Caleb. But now it was the weekend, and she had absolutely nothing to do but laze around in their apartment, eating all the junk food that she wanted to, whilst laying her head on his lap as he played with her hair.

Or at least, that's how it would be if she had it her way.

Slamming the front door to a close behind her, she hung up her grey duster coat, and dumped her bag down onto the floor. A slight smile crept up onto her lips as she looked around the empty apartment, and stretched her arms up over her head, her white cropped t-shirt riding up a little.

This was no ordinary Friday, after all; it was the Friday during which she had just finished her last day, of her first year, of college.

She didn't just have the weekend to do as she pleased; she had a whole three months. And she'd never needed it more. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy college – quite the opposite, actually – but sometimes the deadlines and the classes and having to wake up early every day just got to be a little too much. She simply couldn't wait to spend thirteen weeks with her favourite person in the world.

As if on cue, Caleb strolled out of their bedroom, a smile plastered across his cheeks as he registered her presence. "Hi you," He chirped as he walked across the apartment towards her, "How was your last day?"

"Stressful," She sighed as she let him pull her into a hug; the feeling of his strong arms around her smaller body reminded her of the fact that she'd be able to enjoy being held by him more often, now that she didn't have to wake up at 6am on most mornings. "But it's better now," She added, nuzzling her nose against the soft material of his white cotton t-shirt.

Caleb smiled as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head before pulling back to look at her, his hands slipping around her waist. "I think I might have an idea of how I can make it even better," He smiled, warmly.

Hanna raised an eyebrow, "Really?" She asked, amusedly, "I haven't even eaten yet, and I'm all sweaty from walking home."

"Not that," Caleb rolled his eyes, "It's something else."

"What?" She pouted, furrowing her brow – unless it was food, she didn't have any idea of what else he could possibly have been referring to.

Caleb simply took her hand in his, before leading her back into their bedroom. "Ok," He started, before gesturing for Hanna to sit down on their bed. "I did something kinda… impulsive, but I think you'll be happy. All you have to do if you're not is say the word, and I'll sell them."

Hanna raised an eyebrow as she perched on top of their comforter – she was even more intrigued now. "Caleb, you know how impatient I am," She reminded him, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips, "Just tell me. What is it, a new computer or something? That game-thing you've been pining for?"

"No," Caleb chuckled as he picked up a small envelope from his night-table, before sitting down next to Hanna on the end of their bed, "I know better than to think that that would be a nice surprise for you," He rolled his eyes.

But Hanna wasn't listening, because she was staring intently at the white piece of paper in her boyfriend's hands. "Is it in there?" She asked curiously, reaching out to touch it for herself.

Caleb pulled his hand back as soon as he realised what she was doing, shaking his head as he let out a short laugh. "At least let me explain first."

"Fine," Hanna agreed with a nod, looking a little agitated, "Go."

"Remember last summer, when we were talking about going on that trip around Europe when you finish college?" He started, staring back at Hanna as he awaited her reply.

"Yeah," She nodded slowly, signalling for him to go on.

"Well, I was on the phone to my mom, and she was talking about how she was taking the boys to Paris in a few weeks, and I just thought, why wait?" He lifted the white envelope in his hands, and held it out for Hanna to take, "Open it."

Hanna tentatively reached out and took the paper from him, furrowing her brow as she ripped it open and found two tickets. "Budapest?" She read, before looking up at her boyfriend, who was biting his bottom lip in excitement, "Caleb, are these real?"

"Yeah," He confirmed as her eyes scanned over every word on the tickets, "We leave tomorrow morning, if you say yes."

Hanna looked up at him with the biggest grin plastered across her cheeks, a single tear escaping her left eye as she looked at him in disbelief. "Of course I'm saying yes," She spoke in a soft voice, "Are you… are you sure? Can we afford it?"

"I've been saving for this for a while now," He told her as he took her free hand in one of his, "Putting aside a little money every month so that we'd have enough for tickets to Budapest, and then trains to five other countries."

"What about-"

"We have enough for hostels and food, too," He assured her, already anticipating her further worries, "Han, everything's planned out, all you have to do is say the word and we'll be there by the end of tomorrow."

"I've already said yes," She giggled, "You don't have to convince me." Caleb's face broke out into a grin as she threw herself forward and wrapped her arms around him, burying her face into his neck as she pressed a series of quick kisses to his skin. "Thank you so much," She murmured against him, "What did I do to deserve you?"

Caleb smiled softly as he pulled back from the hug, and took Hanna's hands in his. "Han, you deserve the world and more," He told her seriously, "You've been through more crap than anyone our age, or anyone at all, should have to deal with. And you've come out of it as the most kind, wonderful, brave person that I've ever met. I want to give you everything... I want to give you something to look forward to, something to make you happy," He finished, stroking his thumb across the back of her hand.

Hanna pressed her lips together, willing herself not to cry. "You already give me that," She sniffed, staring up at him with eyes full of nothing but love, "Every single day. I know that sounds really cheesy," She rolled her eyes at herself, "But it's true."

Caleb moved his hand up to her cheek, wiping away a tear there before he reached down to take the tickets from her hands. "They're not like, first class or anything, and the places we're staying in aren't five star hotels, but-"

"Caleb stop," She shook her head, interrupting him, "I don't care, it's perfect, everything's perfect."

"So you're gonna be ready to go at 7am tomorrow?" He raised his eyebrow at her, and bit his lip.

Hanna simply stood up from the bed, and wheeled her black and pink floral suitcase from the other side of the room over to him. "I'll be ready in an hour," She declared, "I wanna start packing now."

Caleb sucked in a breath through his teeth as he stood up too, before moving in front of Hanna and taking her hands in his. "We might be a little early for the plane," He joked, "It doesn't leave until eleven tomorrow morning."

"I don't care," Hanna laughed, "I'm not gonna sleep tonight, anyway. That's what the plane's for."

"Hmm, so I'm gonna have to spend the entire plane journey with you snoring on my shoulder?" He teased, stroking her arms up and down with his hands.

Hanna rolled her eyes, "I don't snore."

They both stood for a moment, laughing lightly, just taking each other in. The moment felt a little surreal, like a flood of unfiltered happiness after years of being unsure of everything, afraid of everything, held back by everything in their lives. Now, it was just the two of them, Hanna and Caleb, doing exactly as they pleased, doing something for themselves.

Hanna had been right – she'd barely slept at all that night. After packing her suitcase with as many clothes as she could possibly fit into it, she'd called her mom, and her friends, and most people in her address book, rambling on for hours about how Caleb had surprised her, beaming with joy the entire time. By the time they had slipped into bed at midnight, she had worked herself up so much that all she could do was lay there on her side, resting her head on Caleb's chest as she stared up at him and grinned stupidly.

He had eventually fallen asleep at 1am, whilst Hanna had fallen in and out of consciousness for a maximum of two hours before waking up at five, shaking Caleb awake before she jumped up in excitement, and straddled his stomach. "Europe time!" She squealed excitedly as her hands moved to either side of his face, and she bent down to peck him on the lips.

Caleb groaned, and rubbed his eyes before placing his hands on top of Hanna's. "What time is it?" He asked, his voice hoarse, laden with sleep.

"Six," Hanna informed him as he sat up, ensuring that she stayed on his lap by moving his hands down to her waist.

He nodded, before properly assessing the look of sheer happiness and anticipation on his girlfriend's face. "Hi," He murmured, his hands ghosting over her hipbones, underneath her loose pyjama top.

"Hi," She whispered back, the smile on her face growing even wider, "You ready for today?"

"So ready," He grinned back at her – he really couldn't help but revel in the pure, unadulterated excitement that he was feeling in that moment; Hanna's joy really was contagious.

Their belongings had been thrown into their car within half an hour, and they'd left the apartment even earlier than anticipated; Caleb figured that there was no such thing as too early, and Hanna wanted the extra time to shop at the airport. After checking in and grabbing some food, they'd boarded the plane hand in hand, more than ready to step into the unknown, to start a brand new adventure together.

Hanna could barely sit still for the first hour of the journey, but after that, she had fallen sound asleep, her head falling down onto Caleb's lap. He'd simply watched her as she napped, weaving his hands through strands of her blonde hair, and stroking the exposed skin of her lower arm as her breathing had evened out completely. She even missed the air stewardess bringing lunch to all the passengers, but Caleb made sure to take a sandwich for her to eat later – she was always hungry when she woke up from a nap.

At some point, he'd fallen asleep too, and when he awoke, five hours had passed. Hanna was still sound asleep on his lap, though her hair had fallen over her face, so that he was no longer able to see her features. He reached down to push the blonde locks to the back of her head, revealing her slightly parted lips and closed, fluttering eyes – Caleb immediately knew that she was dreaming, and smiled at the thought. It was rare that Hanna had dreams rather than nightmares, but she seemed perfectly content in that moment, and the thought of her subconscious being full of only positivity made Caleb feel as if he was doing something right.

Unable to resist, he leaned down to press a soft kiss to her cheek; she stirred, and to his surprise, brought her hand up and around the back of his head in order to stop him from moving away from her. She pulled him back down towards her and pressed her lips onto his, and he smiled right into the kiss.

"Hi," He murmured softly as he pulled away and sat back against the seat, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up."

"It's fine," She yawned as she sat up, stretching her arms above her head. "Are we almost there?"

"We have a few more hours yet," He informed her, handing her a bottle of water and the sandwich that he'd kept for her from earlier, "Here, eat something. You've been asleep for hours."

She smiled gratefully at him before taking a large gulp of the water. "I haven't even thought about eating today, I've been too excited about getting there."

Caleb raised his eyebrow at her in disbelief.

"Ok, that's a lie," She rolled her eyes, "But I haven't thought about it as much as usual."

Shaking his head and laughing lightly, Caleb leaned over to plant a gentle kiss on her lips, which soon turned into two, three, four, as they giggled against each other's mouths.

"On second thought, can the sandwich wait a minute?" Caleb murmured, his voice vibrating against her lips.

"Caleb, we're on a plane," She giggled, though her facial expression told him that she definitely wasn't saying no.

And his suspicions were proved to be correct as she crashed her lips back onto his, unfolding the blanket that she'd been resting her head on before bringing it up and over their bodies, shielding them from the rest of the passengers.

The hotel that Caleb had picked out was a little more luxurious than he'd anticipated, and so he'd had some trouble convincing Hanna to leave their plush double bed the following morning. It wasn't five star by any means, but their room was definitely bigger than their apartment – which wasn't hard, really. All of the other places that they would be staying in were hostels, but he figured that he'd splash out a little more on their first location, seeing as it would set the mood for the entire trip.

They'd eventually settled on going for a long walk up to the top of Gellert Hill – which Hanna had seen photos of when she was doing some holiday 'window shopping' for her dream trip to Europe a few months previous – a walk that they hadn't quite expected to be so 'climby'... that's how Hanna had described it, at least.

They'd already clambered up more stairs than they could count, and they were barely halfway up the hill. Hanna was clinging onto Caleb's hand, terrified of tripping over the uneven terrain, even though he'd already made sure that she didn't wear shoes with any kind of a heel on them. He laughed as they approached another set of stone stairs, and Hanna groaned loudly.

"Can you carry me up these ones?" She moaned at him, "My feet hurt and I need to save my energy for whatever we're doing after this."

"You're not going to need much energy for that, believe me," Caleb smirked at her, before he turned around and started making his way up the stairs, Hanna following close behind.

"Can you at least tell me what it is?" She asked him, "I think it'll give me more motivation to climb."

Caleb chuckled, "Your motivation is supposed to be that," He informed her, pointing to the large statue at the very top of the hill, "And that," He added, pointing to the view of the city behind them.

As Hanna looked back, she had to admit to herself that the view was quite spectacular, and did make the whole thing seem worthwhile. "I guess," She rolled her eyes, feigning annoyance before she allowed herself a small smile.

Caleb bit his lip as he shook his head at her, "Plus, there's a little look-out point at the top of these stairs," He tried to encourage her, "Come on."

Hanna gripped onto his hand a little harder as they made their way to the point that he was referring to – he had been right; it was definitely something to look forward to. From the round circle of paving stones, they could see almost the entire city below, and the sight made Hanna smile inadvertently as she stood at the side of the lookout point, her hands resting upon the metal railings.

Caleb walked up behind her, and wrapped his arms around her waist, before resting his head on her shoulder. "You like it?" He murmured softly against her ear.

She nodded, before turning around and pecking him quickly on the lips. "Let's carry on," She whispered, "We still have that statue to get to, and I want my surprise."

It was another fifteen minutes before they made it to the top of the hill, given that Hanna wanted to take a break in order to sit on one of the stone benches – which were built into the side of the hill on the way up – in order to snap a photo of the two of them. The view from the top was even more breathtaking than it had been from halfway up, and they both found themselves staring in awe at their surroundings.

They ambled around for a while, hand in hand, until Hanna turned around to face Caleb, a few tears brimming in her eyes. Caleb furrowed his brow, suddenly worried, "What's wrong?" He asked as he brought his hands up to her forearms, rubbing them up and down.

"I just can't believe we're here," She shrugged, "I can't believe I'm lucky enough to be here with you. Thank you so much for this, Caleb."

Caleb smiled warmly at her, and was about to reply, when his gaze faltered, and drifted to a point in the distance. He laughed lightly as Hanna raised her eyebrow at him, unsure as to what was so amusing about her thanking him. In response, he nodded to the other side of the hill, behind her; she turned her head to see a bus, and numerous people climbing onto it.

"There are buses that go up and down this hill?!" She half yelled, half laughed at Caleb before slapping his arm, "Caleb!"

"I didn't know," He chuckled in return, "Besides, the walk up here was romantic," He wiggled his eyebrows, prompting Hanna to roll her eyes, "And we can get the bus back down, if you want."

"Yes, I want," She shot back, "My legs aren't going to recover from that climb for like a week."

"You might change your mind about that when you find out what your surprise is," He smirked at her, "Come on, let's get on this bus or we'll miss our slot."

"What slot?"

"You'll see."

"I cannot believe that you did this," Hanna remarked in disbelief as she looked around the spacious, stone-floored room that she was in, "I can't believe that you booked us in here. We literally talked about this place last year," She beamed, looking back at Caleb.

"Thought you might like it," He murmured as he came up behind her, and snaked his arms around her waist, "This place is all ours, the door has a lock, and we have a private changing room over there," He added, nodding to the white cubicle at the other end of the room.

"I didn't know you could even book a separate room here," Hanna mused, turning around in his arms so that she was facing him, "I thought the spa and the baths were public?"

"Nope, not all of them," Caleb shook his head, "This is a private room, just for the two of us. The bath, the strawberries, the sparkling wine…"

"There's wine?" Hanna questioned, turning back around to look at the large, square, stone bath in the corner of the room. Sure enough, there was a plate of fruit, and a bottle of sparkling wine, perched on a shelf just above the bath. "Perfect," She smiled, turning back to him, "All that this needed to make it perfect was food and alcohol, and now we have both."

Caleb smirked as his girlfriend pulled away from him, and walked over to the changing room on the other side of the room. He happily followed, entering the cubicle after her, and shutting the door behind them both. Hanna immediately pulled her shirt up and over her head, and he did the same, before reaching down to unbuckle his belt.

"Wait," Hanna stopped him, worriedly, "I didn't even know we were coming here, I don't have my bathing suit," She frowned.

"It's fine," Caleb smiled at her, "You don't need one." He bit his bottom lip, raising his eyebrow at her until she got the message.

"Caleb!" She shrieked, laughing a little, "This is a public place, we can't go in there naked. There were signs out there that said you have to wear bathing suits at all times."

"No, that's for the public baths," He assured her, wrapping one of his arms around her waist and splaying his fingers out over the expanse of her back, before pulling her in closer to him. "There's no dress code in here, and no cameras," He murmured, pressing a lingering kiss to her lips.

Hanna rubbed her lips together as he pulled away, her cheeks flushing a little red. "Well in that case," She shrugged, before reaching behind her to unhook her black lace bra, "There's no point in keeping this on."

Caleb smirked as his eyes drifted down to her naked torso, and suddenly his urge to finish unbuckling his belt grew beyond belief. After they had both undressed themselves completely, Caleb turned to leave the cubicle, before walking out towards the bath. He stopped after a few steps when he realised that Hanna wasn't following him, and looked back to find her staring in his direction, her bottom lip between her teeth.

"What?" He raised his eyebrow at her, smirking slightly.

"Your back," Hanna responded matter-of-factly, before she walked over to him, and stood facing his back, "It's amazing." She reached her hands out, and splayed her fingers out over his warm skin, before trailing them down and over his defined muscles.

Caleb closed his eyes – her ministrations were stirring up all sorts of feelings within his body. "Yeah?" He asked her, rhetorically, before turning around to face her, "Never knew that my back was such a turn on," He finished with a laugh.

Hanna shrugged, "You learn something new every day, I guess," She smirked, lacing her fingers in between his, and tugging him in the direction of the bath.

Caleb climbed in first, and Hanna followed shortly after, sitting beside him and swinging both of her legs over his. He wrapped his arms loosely around her shoulders as she rested her head in the crook of his neck, before he reached out to the side to grab a strawberry from the large white platter beside them.

"Here," He offered, holding it up to Hanna's mouth before she took a bite, and then smiled at him gratefully. He finished the strawberry before placing the stalk back onto the plate, and then picking up one of the wine glasses next to it, "You want some?"

"Obviously," Hanna smirked, prompting him to generously fill two of the glasses with the sparkling wine, and hand one over to her.

They sat like that for at least an hour, talking about everything and nothing, sipping their wine and feeding each other strawberries. The sense of sheer comfort and happiness that they both felt, being with each other in that way, was overwhelming; neither had ever felt so at peace with themselves, or with their lives.

Once the bottle had been emptied, and the strawberries had been polished off, Hanna and Caleb found themselves feeling a little tipsy – not drunk, by any means, just a little gigglier than usual. The alcohol in his system was also making Caleb painfully aware of the way in which Hanna's soft, small body was pressed up against his in the water, and he couldn't help but press a kiss to the shell of her ear as his warm hand travelled up her side, his thumb grazing the underside of her breast.

Hanna squirmed against him, and let out a small whimper at the contact. Caleb took her noise as a sign of approval, and so moved his hand up to cup her entire breast, catching her contented mewl in his mouth as he pressed his lips to hers. Hanna gripped at his hair, keeping him in place as her tongue drew a line between his lips, and slipped into his mouth. She shifted slightly on his lap so that she could straddle him, and Caleb instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist in response.

"Can we, can we do this in here?" She breathed out against his lips, her eyes struggling to stay open due to her uncontrollable urge to kiss him again.

Caleb moved his hand up to her cheek, and waited for her glazed-over eyes to meet his before he spoke, a contented smirk tugging at his lips, "Nobody ever has to know."

There we go – a little bit of what I wish we could have seen on the show. I can write more chapters about their Europe trip (I'm thinking Paris next?), but if you guys would rather something else, then I can move on instead. Let me know in a review! x