Disclaimer: As much as I can hope and dream, I do not own Pretty Little Liars and I doubt I ever will ;3. Just a slight dreamer here.
*Hanna's Point of View.*
I ran my hand down Caleb's bare chest, my hand cupping his neck as we slowly kissed, our lips moving in sync. "Are you sure?" Caleb whispers breathless.
Nodding my head my mouth whispers two words. "I'm sure." I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in. "Do you have-" I was cut off by Caleb's head nodding. I pressed my lips to his, as our bodies began moving in sync.
"Hanna? Hanna? Hanna?" Emily yelled, clicking her fingers in front of my face. I spun around to see Emily staring at me. "We're gonna put the film on in a minute . . . Are you alright?"
I nod my head. "Just thinking about him . . ." I whisper, barely audible.
"I know you miss him Han . . . But all this thinking about him . . . It's just making you miss him more. I think you need to try and forget about him." Emily pulls me into a comforting hug.
"I know I need to try and stop thinking about him Em. But it's hard. I mean, I miss him so much. My mind won't shut up about him. What is he doing? Is he alright?" I pause, taking in a deep breath. "Ever since he left to meet his mom, I just . . . I want to ring him. Talk to him. Hear his voice again. But I can't. I can't find the courage to speak to him. To tell him I miss him."
More like tell him your pregnant with his baby. A voice nags me at the back of my head. I shut my eyes, blinking back the tears.
"If it helps, I'll ring him. Then pass the phone onto you?" Emily suggests. I nod my head.
"Anytime. Oh and Han-" Emily's sentence was cut off by my phone buzzing incoherently, making my ears buzz along with it.
Pulling out my phone from my pocket I heaved a loud sigh. "Who is it, Han?"
"It-It's just my mom." I lied, biting my lip.
The boys are back in town! Or should I say - Boy. You better tell your bad boy Caleb about this baby before I do, because Caleb's coming back in town soon and that's when the stork goes Y. -A.
My lip trembled, as I shoved the phone back in my pocket. "I really hate A." I whispered as I walk into the living room.
"We all do, Han. We all really, really do."