A/N: I'm really annoyed at the moment because I've tried to put up links to the photos that I use as my characters, but for some reason it doesn't show up on my profile. So if anyone wants to see pictures of the characters just send me a PM or tell in a review and I'll send you the links :)

7x2: Hannah – Part 2

Hannah groaned as her iPhone rang.

At first she debated with herself whether or not to just ignore it, but then she recognized the ringtone. It was stupid really, it was the song One and The Same by Selena Gomez and Demi Lovato, but it was so her and Moira, and when Moira had put it in as her ringtone Hannah hadn't bothered changing it.

She lazily stuck out her arm and searched the nightstand next to her bed without looking, her face buried in a pillow.

"Wha?" she muttered into the iPhone as she had brought it up to her ear, hitting the answer button on the screen.

"Hey, what's up?" Moira asked in a chipper tone.

"Leave me alone," Hannah groaned, turning around so she wouldn't speak into her pillow anymore.

"You still in bed? It's two o'clock!" Moira exclaimed on the other end.

"So?" Hannah asked, running a hand over her face.

"You should be up and about! Or did you and Huw have it going way into the night? Anyway, I'm coming over in an hour, and by then you better be up. And Blaine's coming too," Moira informed her.

"Sure," Hannah answered with a sigh.

Even though she had slept in she was still tired. After Huw had followed her home she had been up half the night, editing some of the pictures he had taken the other day when they had hung out, listening to music and watching a movie by herself. She hadn't gone to bed before 4 in the morning, even though her mother had asked her to go to bed around midnight, when she had done so herself.

"In an hour then. And take a shower beforehand, we are going out tonight!" Moira exclaimed with an exited voice. "See you later!"

"Bye," Hannah said before the connection was broken, telling her that Moira had hung up.

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Hannah was just out of the shower as the doorbell rang. She could hear someone move downstairs and her mother's voice as she greeted Moira and Blaine and let them inside, telling them Hannah was upstairs. She moved across the hallway and into her room, not bothering to close her door knowing her friends would be there any minute.

A second later she heard someone moving up the stairs and two faces poked into her room.

"Hannah-banana!" Blaine exclaimed before he sat down on her bed, pulling Moira down with him.

"So, what's up tonight?" Hannah asked, rummaging through her underwear drawer, not bothered by Blaine.

"Some kid from college 's having a party tonight," Blaine told her with a grin.

"Here, let me," Moira told her as she got up and helped her pick out a matching set of purple knickers and bra. "Blaine, a bit help with her outfit?" Moira requested.

Blaine got up from his seat and started opening her closet, looking at the different garments.

In the end, Blaine did surprise her with his choice. He had taken out a dress, it was strapless with a white bodice and sky blue skirt with purple, white and pink details that ended just above her knees.

She put her undergarments on, her towel still around her only dropping it once her knickers were on and she stood with her back to the others so she could put on her bra. Then Moira handed her the dress.

"It looks great," Moira told with a smile. Blaine gave a nod, showing that he agreed.

Blaine looked through the bottom of her closet, checking out her shoes. He grinned and pulled out a pair of glittery silver stilettos before he handed them to her. Then he walked over to a basket that sat on top of her drawers, it was where she kept most of her jewellery. After picking out a necklace, a ring and a bracelet he handed it all to her, watching as she put it on.

He gave her thumbs up and a wide grin. "Now you look shaggable," he announced before he sat down on her bed again.

Moira moved over to her desk and grabbed a camera. "Smile!" she shouted, snapping a few pictures of Hannah.

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"C'mon," Moira said, dragging Hannah with her out onto the dance floor.

They danced together for a while before Hannah pulled out and Moira followed.

"What's up? Something wrong?" Moira asked, wondering why Hannah had pulled out.

"Nah, I just need a drink," Hannah reassured her friend.

"Okay, I'll join you," Moira said, following Hannah to the kitchen of the flat. They mixed a drink each, taking a few sips while grimacing before they got used to the taste.

"Hey!" Blaine exclaimed as he walked into the kitchen and found the two girls there.

"Hey, where have you been?" Moira asked him as he started mixing a drink for himself.

"Oh, with Lance," he told and smiled towards a boy that had entered the kitchen after him who was now sitting on the kitchen bench, watching over Blaine as he mixed a second drink, probably meant for Lance.

"Oh, okay," Moira said, a bit annoyed. They were supposed to stay together tonight, have fun as friends and not run off with anyone else. But Blaine had disappeared not long after they had arrived.

"That boy is looking at you," Blaine told Hannah in a low voice, indicating subtly towards a blond boy standing on the other side of the kitchen in a group of other guys, ignoring Moira's looks.

"So?" Hannah asked, not really caring.

"Go talk to him!" Blaine told her, giving her a small push towards him.

Hannah glared at Blaine, but did as he said.

"Hi," she greeted the boys.

"Hey," the blond boy answered, and the other boys gave her a short nod, indicating that they had heard her.

"So, wanna dance?" the boy asked as she didn't say anything.

"Sure, I'm Hannah," she told him with a slight smile.

"Cool, I'm Chip," he told her before he dragged her out of the kitchen and towards the cramped dance floor.

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Hannah laughed.

"Here," the blond boy said and handed her another drink. "So Hannah, wanna dance some more?" the boy asked, gesturing towards the cramped dance floor.

"Oh, no," Hannah answered, shaking her head slowly in between giggles.

"Come on!" the boy said with a smirk before he grabbed her wrist and more or less dragged her out of the couch she was sitting in.

Hannah almost lost her balance as she was dragged up from the couch, but somewhere on the way she found her balance and stood up at her full height.

The boy, was his name Charlie? Was starting to get a bit too close for her liking, now standing with his chest pressed to her back as he started what could only be described as grinding.

"Let me go," she mumbled as she started feeling dizzy, but the music drowned out her voice. "Lemme go," she tried again, this time louder.

However, the boy didn't seem to want to. He only tightened the grip of the hand that was placed on her hip and the one that was holding her shoulder.

"Let me go!" she more or less shouted now, feeling dizzier. In a weak attempt to pull away from him she used all the force she could muster, trying to pull away. It wasn't enough and Hannah could only lean back against the boy, not able to try again as the room started spinning a bit.

"Hannah!" a voice shouted, getting her attention.

Through half closed eyes Hannah could make out a head with ginger curls that bobbed up and down as the owner made his way through the room quickly.

"Hannah you okay?" a voice asked.

Hannah giggled because she saw Huw's lips move, but the voice didn't belong to him. It sounded unnatural, like he had inhaled helium, only it was darker.

"Hey mate! I think you should leave her alone," Huw told sternly to the blond boy as Hannah didn't answer with anything else than a giggle.

"No way! I've been by her side all night, leave us alone! She wants to come with me later," he said angry, but finished with a smirk.

"Then why did she just try to get away from you?" Huw asked, starting to get angry at the boy. "She is coming with me, even if you like it or not!"

"Don't think so!" The boy tightened his grip on Hannah even more, it was starting to hurt her a little even.

"Her best friend called me! I'm taking her home!" Huw was now shouting.

Several of the other teens at the party had stopped what they were doing, watching the two boys shouting about the girl with interest.

"What is going on?" another voice asked, Blaine came forwards with a guy tailing behind him, holding his hand.

"This guy is trying to take my girl! He's just gonna go home and shag her himself!" the guy holding Hannah exclaimed, gesturing to Huw.

"Actually, Moira called me before she left, she wanted me to take Hannah home. She couldn't do it herself apparently," Huw said, turning towards Blaine as he said it.

Blaine eyed Huw for a minute. By now the music had stopped and everyone was watching what was happening.

"Blaine, you can see that she's not well," Huw tried, gesturing to Hannah who was relying on the other guy's grip to stand up.

Blaine looked at Hannah then back at Huw.

"Mate, let her go," he told the other boy, who instantly turned furious.

"You can't bloody well mean that!" he let out angrily, but letting go of Hannah abruptly.

If Huw hadn't been quick and held her up she would most likely have fallen to the floor. Blaine helped Huw with putting her arms around his neck.

"Take her straight home!" Blaine warned him.

Huw gave a short nod before he started leading Hannah out of the house, feeling the angry glare of the other guy on his back before he exited the door and was out on the street. He helped Hannah to his car and helped her sit down in the passenger's seat, buckling her up before he moved to the other side and got into the driver's seat.

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"Ugh," Hannah groaned as she woke up.

She had the worst headache she could remember having and the sun was burning in her eyes through the open blinds.

Wait, open blinds? She looked up at the window, it was far too big to belong in her room and she always used her blinds, because it left her room a lot darker on early mornings.

"Morning sleepyhead," a soft voice spoke.

Hannah whirled her head around, leaving her head pounding even more, instantly.

Huw let out a small laugh as Hannah curled up in the warm sheets, wanting nothing more than to close her eyes and go back to sleep.

"Where am I?" she asked slowly, looking around the room.

It was quite large with walls painted a dark blue, almost gray colour. It wasn't particularly messy, but it wasn't all tidy either. Stray bits of clothing lay around and the desk looked overloaded by a stack of papers and books in addition to a laptop and large speakers.

"You're at my place. Just lay down," he told as she tried to sit up. "I think you had a bit too much to drink last night, and for all I know that wanker could have slipped you something."

"I... I don't really remember a lot," she confessed, a blush spreading on her cheeks.

"Hey, it's okay. It happens to all of us."

"But how did I end up here?" Hannah asked, a bit afraid of the answer. Maybe she had seen one too many movies, but she really hoped she hadn't drunk dialled Huw or something.

"Don't worry," Huw told her with a smile. "Really, Moira called me and asked me if I could get you home. Guess she was busy, with something or someone, but she told me she was worried about you. And she didn't like that guy you were with either."

"Thanks... But why didn't you bring me home?" Hannah demanded, wanting to know why he had chosen to bring her there instead of her own flat.

"I did take you there. But it was locked, and no one came to open when I tried the doorbell," he told. "And I didn't want to leave you there all by yourself. You could just barely walk by yourself," he told her in a soft voice.

"Thank you," she said softly, blushing a bit. Honestly, she was embarrassed by her behaviour the night before. She shouldn't have listened to Blaine. "You're too nice to me," she told him.

"Nah, I'm just looking out for you. That's what friends do. Here, take these, they should help with the headache," Huw told her, holding out a few pills in the palm of his hand to her and a glass of water in the other.

Hannah sat up and took the pills, and swallowed them with a mouthful of water. Then she laid down again, enjoying the feeling of the warm sheets and the smell. It smelled just like Huw.

"You just go back to sleep if you want to. My parents aren't home before late tonight, and Hay doesn't mind," he told her.

"That does sound nice, what time is it?"

"It's just past noon," Huw told her after looking at his watch. "Go back to sleep," he told her once more, and so she snuggled into the covers and closed her eyes, ready to sleep some more.

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Hannah quietly exited Huw's room, going to search for him.

She had just woken up and was tired, but didn't like that fact that Huw wasn't in his room anymore. She had never been at his place before, she didn't even really know where it was. She decided it looked too big to be a flat, so he lived in a house which meant he probably lived in the outskirt of the city.

Now she was walking down the stairs, as he hadn't answered her when she had called his name.

"Huw?" she tried once again. She wasn't shouting out, but she wasn't quiet either.

As she reached the ground floor, a redhead poked out of a doorway.

"Morning sleepyhead," Hawa said, smiling a bit at Hannah. "Huw went out for a run about an hour ago, he'll be back soon," she told.

"Okay, um, could you show me the bathroom please?" Hannah asked, biting her lower lip slightly.

"Sure," Hawa told, indicating to Hannah to follow her.

Hawa led the way down the hallway and stopped in front of a door.

"In here," she told. "And you might want to change. No offence, but you smell vomit, beer and smoke." Hawa wrinkled her nose. "I'm sure Huw wouldn't mind you borrowing a shirt and a pair of sweatpants."

Then Hawa left, leaving Hannah to the bathroom.

"Thanks," Hannah shouted out after the other girl as she disappeared down the hallway and back to where she had come from earlier.

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Huw was surprised when he found Hannah sitting on his bed when he came back from his run.

She looked so at ease where she sat.

He had to admit, he wasn't expecting her to be wearing one of his t-shirts, one of his favourites, and a pair of his sweatpants. She had washed away the makeup she had been wearing the whole night and he hadn't wanted to try washing away before he put her to bed. Her hair was hanging loose over her shoulder and she had her nose buried in a book. Taking another look at it, it was the Hunger Games book he had borrowed at the library that had been on his nightstand.

"Hi," Huw said in a low voice, not wanting to scare her as it didn't look like she had noticed him where he was standing in the doorway.

Hannah lowered the book, putting it back down on the nightstand. "Hey."

"I see you've made yourself at home," he told her with a smile.

Hannah looked down at the clothes for a second before looking back at him and blushing. "Eh, your sister... Hawa said it was okay," she mumbled.

"It is," Huw assured her as he walked into the room and sat down on the bed, looking at her."And you probably look better than I ever will in those," he said teasingly, nodding to the sweatpants.

"Please, I'm drowning in them," Hannah told, standing up for a second just to show him how she had to hold up the pants so they wouldn't slip of her petite form.

"I still think you look better," he argued, looking her up and down a couple of times.

Hannah blushed a bit. Was he flirting with her?

"I need to go grab a shower," Huw suddenly said, tearing Hannah away from any though she was thinking.

"Oh, sure." She gave him a short nod.

"I'll be back in ten minutes, you can continue reading or something," he said as he grabbed some clothes from his dresser before he disappeared from the room again, leaving Hannah to read a bit more.

And about ten minutes later Huw was back, his hair wet and more straight than curly for once. It looked a bit weird, she wasn't used to seeing him like that.

Hannah stifled a laugh, and Huw flipped the bird at her, but with a smile on his face.

Huw came and sat back down on the bed and Hannah put away the book once more.

"You feeling better?" he asked, a bit concerned.

"Yes, I feel loads better. Really Huw, thank you. I dunno what I would have done without you. I probably would have ended up doing something that I'd regret later," she said softly, looking him straight in the eye as she did.

"It was no problem, really Hannah. We're friends, that's what friend do. They're there for each other, and I know I haven't known you for that long, but I care about you," he told her softly, laying a hand on her pant clad leg. He was still holding her gaze and didn't back down as he blushed a bit.

It was silent for a moment.

Then Hannah leaned in and pressed her lips softly to his.

She was backing away, but Huw pulled her back towards him, smashing their lips together with more power this time and soon Hannah kissed him back.