Sorry this chapter took so long to get written and posted. It was actually much harder because I actually changed a lot of what I had initially imagined. But now I have a much much better idea for the end of this story. So, the next chapter (chapter 5) will be the last chapter of this story :( However, I have loved writing Haleb ( this is my first go! ) so I would really love to might more in the future.

Thank you so much for all the kind words about this story. It's really made writing it a much nicer experience :) If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to message me!

Also, I always make playlists when I write, but I really liked the songs that inspired me throughout this story so I actually put my mix up on 8tracks! If you are interested you can find it here (I'll also put the link on my profile): 8tracks ellatrobbie/don-t-think-we-ve-had-enough

She couldn't think of one good reason to stop doing this. And as his mouth moved down to the side of her neck, sucking firmly, she couldn't really think at all.

She couldn't even remember how they started this. One minute they were watching a movie and the next she was straddling his lap as they made out. Should they even be doing this?

"Stop thinking," he murmured against her neck before he lifted his head to meet her gaze. She stared down at him, breathing heavily and he just smirked when he saw her. She leaned forward to join their lips again but he reached up and cupped her cheek, stopping her. She watched his smirk softened as he stared at her and she wished she knew what he was thinking. He had that expression that always made her feel safe, like nothing bad could touch her as long as he was here.

"Who's thinking now?" She asked finally, unable to take his eyes gazing at her for another second. She dropped her lips to his and he immediately lifted his chin to deepen the kiss. She didn't even notice he'd moved his hand until she felt his fingers under her tank top, tickling her skin. Her whole body felt warm under his touch, and she just kissed him harder, wanting to show him how much she wanted him. Her hands had been hooked behind his neck, but she moved to run her fingers through his hair, pulling a little. She knew he always liked that. And when he moaned into her mouth she almost smirked. His hands wound further around her until he embraced her completely, before he suddenly shifted them both, moving her off his lap.

Her back hit the seat of the couch harder than she expected and she opened her eyes with a start – to her bedroom ceiling?

She blinked a couple of times, gauging her surroundings. She was definitely in her bedroom. And she was definitely alone. She was glad about that as she slowly realised what just happened. Her face warmed and she buried her head into her pillow, trying to get her thoughts in order. They'd kissed, and then they'd stopped kissing. And then they had watched movies and Hanna felt more at peace than she had in months, just watching whatever that guy's name was – Ben Lee? No – kick the hell out of the bad guys. Okay so maybe it had more to with Caleb sitting next to her, making her laugh and offering her chips and making her feel like herself.

And then she'd gone home, to bed. And dreamt about making out with him. Great.

"I just don't know how long we can keep this up. I don't think Toby is buying our story anymore, he keeps asking questions I can't answer," Spencer frowned as they stood in line for coffee at The Brew. The other girls were meeting them there before school. But since Hanna had woken up early from that dream, there was no way she could go back to sleep. So she called Spencer to see if she was ready early. Which, of course she was.

"Have you thought about telling him the truth?" Hanna asked, biting her lip. After confessing her feelings about Alison to Caleb last night, she had nearly told him the whole truth.

Spencer stared at her, "And risk the wrath of Alison? No way!" she made a face, "I mean, I want to. I trust him. I think I'm also kind of scared of what he'd think of me for going along with this whole charade."

They moved up to the counter and Hanna waited for Spencer to order before she replied. "He would never think anything bad of you, Spencer."

"Yeah, but I might – aren't you getting coffee?" Spencer stared at her.

Hanna shook her head, "Oh, I had some at home this morning." She glanced down at her boots before she'd have to face Spencer's disbelief.

"You wake up early and you choose filter coffee over your usual latte. Are you sure you're feeling okay?" Spencer joked, taking her own coffee from the barista. They started to move toward the couches when a hand landed on Hanna's shoulder.

"Hanna," a voice said. She knew immediately who it was; she didn't even have to see Spencer's wide-eyed look.

She turned around, "What's up, Caleb?"

"Can I talk to you for a second?"

"Uh, sure," Hanna said, glancing at Spencer. Spencer just gestured that she'd be waiting on the couch. Hanna scanned the cafe before turning back to Caleb, and then took him by the wrist and led him to the stairs at the back.

"You left this at mine," Caleb said, pulling her wallet out of his back pack before she had a chance to say anything.

"Oh," Hanna forced a smiled, "Thanks, I was wondering where I'd put that." When she couldn't find it this morning, she'd assumed she'd left it at Aria's, not even remembering that she'd paid for their pizza last night. She tried to force down any feelings of disappointment; it's not like Caleb had any other reason to find her this morning.

"How did you know I'd be here?" She asked.

"I didn't," Caleb said, pausing to look away from her. "I was going to give it to you at school."

"You're coming back?!" This time her smile wasn't forced.

"Yeah, are you okay with that?"

"Of course, why wouldn't I be?" He was being weird and distant, and she didn't like it. He'd barely looked her in the eye.

Caleb shrugged, "I don't want to mess things up for you, Hanna. If you're in a good place -"

"Caleb, were you even listening last night?! Things are already messed up." She didn't mean to raise her voice but she couldn't help it. She thought he had understood how she felt, but now she wasn't so sure.

He finally looked at her, his eyes were soft but he was staring at her with a conflicted expression on his face. He reached up to move a strand of hair out of her face before he spoke. "What can I do?"

His offer was so sincere; Hanna had to close her eyes for a second to let the feeling of support wash over her. In that time Caleb had dropped his hand so that he was touching her plastered wrist gently.

"Just... be here. I need to know you're on my side," she spoke softly, unsure what she was even asking of him. She barely knew who was on whose side anymore.

"Hey," Caleb replied, just as quietly. He lifted her hand and held her cast between both of his hands. "I'm always on your side, no matter what happens."

Hanna bit her lip, and nodded slowly. She fought an almost overwhelming urge to kiss him, right there, in The Brew, but knew that she couldn't. At least, not until she figured out what she was doing. Instead she just looked at him gratefully until she was sure he got the message.

He let go of her hand, "I should get going. Hackett wants to meet with me before class," he grimaced said.

Hanna nodded, taking a step away from him. "I'll see you in school."

They both walked to the front of the cafe together, and Caleb nodded at her as she turned towards the couches where Spencer was waiting for her. Spencer, to her credit, waited until Caleb left to say anything.

"So you had coffee at home, huh?" She asked, nodding towards the wallet in Hanna's hand.

Hanna sighed, and stuffed the wallet into her bag, "I left my wallet at Caleb's last night."

"Last night? I thought you said you were going home to have dinner with your mom?"

Hanna shrugged; she wasn't even sure how to begin explaining what was going on with Caleb. "I thought he was ignoring me so I went to talk to him."

"Is that why you've been so angry the last few days?" Spencer asked.

Hanna sighed again. Knowing Spencer, she was probably about to give her some lecture about being careful. "Look, I know what you think -"

"Hanna," Spencer interrupted, "I'm glad he's here for you. Caleb's a good guy."

Hanna's eyes widened, she was definitely not expecting that. "Yeah, he is," she nodded, offering her a small smile.

Spencer took a sip of her coffee, swallowing slowly, "But. What about Travis?"

Hanna's smile sunk. She'd been trying to avoid thinking about Travis. She already felt guilty. Mostly about not feeling guilty about kissing Caleb. Travis was a great guy but she still felt like a stranger when she was with him.

"Hanna, I think you know what you want to do," Spencer continued. "Maybe sooner is better than later?"

Caleb sighed as he dropped a book into his new locker. Coming back to Rosewood hadn't been too painful apart from that those dudes who asked if it was true he'd been in juvie the last few months. Although maybe it wouldn't hurt to have a few rumours flying around if it meant that people would leave him alone. He picked up the books for his next two classes when he heard a voice behind him.

"Caleb, a little bird told me you were back."

He turned around, not pleased to see her. "Mona."

She stood in front of him with a knowing smile on her face and he was reminded instantly why he didn't trust her. "It's nice to see you too. I'm sure Hanna's missed you while you were gone. Although, I'm afraid she's had to keep herself busy while you've been gone." She offered him a grossly insincere frown.

"What do you want?" Caleb asked, slamming his locker shut so loudly that she flinched. He took a little pride in this, knowing that it wasn't easy to fluster her.

Mona nodded, "I think we have something in common. Something we both want."

Caleb let out a short laugh, "I doubt that." He moved to walk past her, but she stepped forward to stop him.

"You want Alison gone just as much as we do. All I'm saying is we could help each other out," Mona looked up at him, a smirk playing on her lips.

"Yeah, there's no way in Hell that I'm helping you with anything," he replied, staring at her. Although she wasn't at Radley anymore, he was never convinced that she wasn't still crazy. And this conversation wasn't helping.

Mona's smirk faltered for a second before she looked back up at him. "Alison coming back hasn't been easy on Hanna, I'm sure. And she had that nasty fall-"

Now Caleb took a step towards her, lowering his voice until only Mona could hear him. "I don't give a crap what happens to Alison, but if anyone messes with Hanna you will regret it."

"Careful, Caleb, this might get you on a dangerous list," Mona warned.

Caleb almost wanted to laugh. She had no idea what he'd been through this year. She thought she could threaten him. After Ravenswood, Caleb had totally changed his idea of dangerous.

"I've been on worse lists, trust me," he glared at her before pushing past her to head to his next class, not even waiting to see if she had anything more to say.

Travis was waiting for her by her locker after school, and almost all her instincts told her to go the other way. But she had already been avoiding him all day, and besides, she knew what she needed to do.

She just didn't see why she had to be the one to do it.

He smiled at her as she got closer, and didn't seem to notice how forced her own smile was. "Hey, do you want to do something tonight?"

"Uh, I don't know if I can," she said as she opened her locker, "But we need to talk. Are you free now?"

Travis nodded, "Yeah, sure -"

Hanna looked up to see why he'd stopped talking and saw Alison rushing towards them.

"Hanna, I need to talk to you. Now," she said, when she finally reached them.

"Hi Alison," Travis said, offering her a small wave. Alison glanced over at him without saying anything, then looked back at Hanna, widening her eyes.

"Ali, can it wait?" Hanna asked. When Alison just crossed her arms, she sighed. She grabbed the book she needed out of her locker and closed it.

She turned to Travis, "I'll be right back, can you wait here?"

He nodded, glancing at Alison suspiciously before pulling out his phone. Alison just took Hanna by her good hand and pulled her around the corner.

"What?! I was in the middle of -" Hanna started when they finally stopped walking.

"I saw Caleb around school today. Your Caleb!" Alison interrupted her, looking unimpressed.

Hanna looked at her, trying to figure out why she was upset about that. "Yeah, he's back at school. So what?"

"Well, have you talked to him?" Alison asked, looking down at her. Usually Alison wasn't that much taller than her, but lately Hanna's boots haven't been heeled so Alison had at least four inches on her.

"About what?" Hanna still wasn't sure what Alison was getting at. There was no way she knew what Hanna had talked to Caleb about.

Alison looked at her like she was missing something obvious. "Hanna. You have to see what he knows about me."

Oh. Of course Alison was just worried about her stupid story. Hanna sighed, "Don't worry. He thinks you were kidnapped like everyone else."

"Well, make sure you keep it like that," Alison said.

"What's that supposed to mean?!" Hanna asked, her anger rising. The last thing she needed was Alison giving her more instructions.

"We don't know if we can trust him," Alison started, softening her gaze. She was good at looking vulnerable, but Hanna knew she loved the play that game. "He's been gone for months, Hanna, who knows whose team he's on now. Maybe he's working with Mona. Maybe he's working with A. I mean he just shows up back in Rosewood out of no-"

"Ok, you don't know the first thing about Caleb," Hanna interrupted. She couldn't take any more of this, she wasn't going to let Ali turn Caleb into a bad guy. "You've never even met him!"

Alison took the second to glance down at her heels before she looked back at Hanna. Her expression looked concerned, but Hanna wasn't buying it anymore."Look, he's already getting between us, Hanna."

Hanna shook her head, telling herself to keep calm. "I have to go, I have stuff to do."

"Hanna -" Alison called after her, but Hanna had already rounded the corner to get back to Travis.

He was leaning against her locker, typing something on his phone so he doesn't noticed her until she's standing right in front of him.

"Everything okay?" He asked, shoving his phone back in his pocket.

"Yeah, don't worry about her," Hanna shook her head. She turned to glanced around the hallway and saw that the closest classroom was empty.

"Look, can we go talk in there?" She asked him, pointing towards the door.

Travis nodded, looking a little confused. He followed her into the room and dropping his bag onto the nearest desk.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked again, watching her closely.

She started to nod, but stops herself. "No, actually. Look, Travis I can't do this anymore." She took her time before she looked up to meet his gaze.

"What?"

She bit her lip, trying to find the right words. "I don't think we should keep doing this. Look Travis, you're a great -"

"Is this because Caleb is back?" His asked, his voice got angry pretty quickly and he didn't look happy. Not that she was expecting him to.

She sighed, "Does it matter?"

"I'd like to know."

She didn't want to bring Caleb into this. Travis wasn't right for her, it just might have taken her longer to realise that if Caleb hadn't come back. "It's... it's complicated."

Travis shook his head, "It doesn't seem too complicated. A few months ago the guy left you heartbroken and now you're just ready to run back to him."

"Travis, it's really not like that," she said, "Look I can't explain it. But I am sorry. I need to do this." She looked at him, almost hoping he didn't hate her. Travis was a nice guy, and she wished she didn't have to hurt him. But she couldn't stay with him without hurting herself.

When he finally looked back at her, his gaze had softened. "Go," he said, shrugging his shoulder gently.

She paused for a moment, trying to figure out if there was anything else to say. But there wasn't. Not to Travis anyway. She walked past him silently and left the classroom; she had one more stop to make.

Hackett had told him to stop by the guidance counsellor after school. Apparently changing schools multiple times means that teachers get concerned. He'd made up some story about his foster family moving to Ravenswood and back, they didn't need to know that Caleb hadn't seen his 'foster mom' in over a year. He just couldn't wait to turn 18 so that he could leave the stupid system behind him.

By the time Caleb got to his jeep, most of the students had cleared. Hanna was there though, leaning against the driver's door.

"Hey, what happened?" he asked immediately, she was looking down at her phone but he could always tell when something was up.

She looked up at him, "I broke up with Travis."

He smiled straight away, even as he tried to seem casual about it. He glanced away for a second, trying to come up with the right words, trying not to seem too excited that she'd just broken up with someone. But she seemed pretty excited herself. She must have stepped closer when he wasn't looking, because when he finally turned back to her she was right in front of him, and leaned up to press her lips to his.

He kissed her back straight away, eager to enjoy it now that he knew he could. He brought his hands up to her neck, touching her gently. She rested her hands on his waist, letting her fingers dig in as she pushed herself up to get closer to him.

When they both pulled away, only to get some air, he didn't move his hands from her cheek. He couldn't imagine he'd ever stop touching her now that he was allowed to again.

Hanna met his gaze, her eyes wide and he had a feeling she wanted to tell him something. He didn't want to push her though, knowing he'd pushed her away in the past. So he just waited, he was willing to wait until she was ready to talk. To trust him.

"Caleb," she started softly. She took a breath before continuing, "Alison was never kidnapped."