HANNAH’S P.O.V.


I wake up with a smile on my face, but as soon as I roll over and discover an empty space next to me, I can’t help but to frown. I let my mind get the best of me at first, reeling through ideas of betrayal and disappointment. There has to be a reason that Niall isn’t here, though.

“Niall?”

I call out with a raspy, tired voice and to my dismay, there’s no response. I sit up and lean back against the headboard wondering what I should do. I glance around the room for some sign of where he went and quickly find a sheet of paper on the table next to my side of the bed.


Hannah-

I hate that I have to leave right now, but I couldn’t bear to wake you up and say goodbye. There’s been an emergency and I have to go to Ireland for some time. Please don’t hate me; it has nothing to do with you. You’re perfect and last night only proved that to me more. I’ll see you when I get back.

Niall xx


As soon as it fully sinks in, I gasp and toss the sheets aside, jumping out of bed. Based on the amount of sunlight peeking through the curtains, it’s still fairly early. I quickly find my purse and fish out my cell phone. There are quite a few notifications, some from my parents and some from Niall. Before anything else, I dial my dad’s number and let it begin to ring.

“Hello?”

Dad sounds like I probably woke him up, but I don’t really care.

“Dad, I’m sorry to wake you up and all, but I need a huge favor.”

He clears his throat and takes a deep breath.

“What is it Hannah?”

He doesn’t sound irritated, but still sleepy.

“I really need to borrow the jet. Can I please? It’s an emergency, I swear. You know me; I’m not
just asking for fun. Please, dad.”

“Of course, Hannah. I’ll call in a last minute pilot and you should be ready for take-off in three
hours. But, please just tell me what this emergency is. You’re worrying me.”

I find my clothes and pull them on hurriedly while balancing my phone between my shoulder and cheek.

“It’s something with Niall. I don’t really know details yet, but he has to go to Ireland and I want to help him.”

I pull my hair up into a messy bun and look around for anything else of mine.

“Well, I hope everything is okay. He’s a great young man and I’d be happy to help. Let me know if there’s anything else I can do, honey.”

“Thanks dad. This means the world to me.”

“Anything for you, baby. Wish Niall my best with... whatever is going on.”

I thank him about four more times before saying goodbye. Before I call Niall, I text Joe quickly:


TO: Joe
Emergency!! Need you to grab my passport and pick me up downtown ASAP. Call me when you’re on your way. Don’t let mom know anything!


I take a deep breath and hope that he can accomplish that without trouble and slide my shoes on while dialing Niall’s number and letting it ring. I almost think he isn’t going to answer, but after a lot of ringing, his uneasy voice fills my ear.

“Hannah, I’m so sorry-“

“Niall, it’s okay. Just please tell me you haven’t bought a plane ticket yet.”

He sighs and I can hear a little background noise, but it definitely isn’t loud enough to be the airport.

“No, I haven’t. But, I really have to go. I wish I didn’t, but-“

“No, that’s not what I meant,” I chuckle nervously in relief, “I’ve got my dad’s jet. He said you can
take it and like-“ I don’t want to seem pushy and clingy, but I need to ask, “I’ll go with you if you want. I don’t know what’s going on, but I’m here for you and whatever it is, I’m sure I can handle it.”

The line is silent for a few seconds that feel like hours.

“Hannah, are you serious?”

“I’m sorry; I’m intruding. But, still take the plane. I’ll wait for you to get back-“

“No! No, I’d love for you to go. Are you sure about the plane, though? That seems like a lot and I’m sure it’s expensive and all-“

“Niall, please. My dad was happy to help. You can get there a lot quicker that way and you don’t have to spend your money. Now, where are you? I’ll take a cab to you and Joe can pick us up.”

Everything was happening so quickly and despite the fact that there is obviously something wrong for there to be an emergency, I’m getting a rush from it all. I gather my purse and the overnight bag I had packed for our intended little getaway, and hurry to the elevator.

“I’m at my brother’s flat. He’s kinda going, too. If he can’t go with us, it’s fine. He can just catch-“

“Niall! Of course, your brother can go with us! Are you both almost ready?”

I exit the elevator and shuffle through the hotel lobby with my things. I must look like a mad-woman, but it doesn’t really matter.

“Yeah, we’ll be ready in like half an hour or so.”

I nod, even though he obviously can’t see me and a valet attendant runs over to me.

“Valet ticket?”

I cover the speaker of the phone and whisper loudly, “My driver isn’t here; can you hail a cab, please?”

He nods and runs in the opposite direction, flagging down a cab in less than a minute.

“Alright, Niall. Text me your brother’s address and I’ll be there in twenty.”

“You know you’re Wonder Woman, right?”

I blush and climb into the back of the smelly yellow cab.

“Yeah, yeah. Text me the address, babe. I’ll see you soon.”

I hang up before he can delay me any longer and tell the driver to head toward Brooklyn until I get the address.

For the first time since I woke up, I take a deep breath and relax.

This is going to be a long day.


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NIALL’S P.O.V.


When I get off the phone, I follow Greg back and forth between his room and the living room as he packs enough to stay a long time if necessary. I’m bringing the clothes on my back and the backpack I had when I was with Hannah. Greg is a nervous wreck, though. As he should be, I suppose. I’m just trying to stay calm until we get to Ireland.

“Greg, I think you’re going to be pleased right now.”

He scoffs and throws about five shirts in his bag at a time.

“Really? I doubt it. I’m not exactly in a blissful mood at the moment.”

“Well, I don’t mean it that way; Maybe replace the word ‘pleased’ with ‘relieved’. I’ve just got a way for us to get home quicker and for free.”

Greg stops what he’s doing and quirks his brows.

“This isn’t the right time to be shittin’ around, Niall.”

He rolls his eyes and keeps packing without folding a damn thing.

“I’m serious. My girlfriend, Hannah, asked her dad for his jet and he said we could use it.”

He doesn’t stop this time, but keeps tossing his clothes in a suitcase.

“I’m not taking charity from your snobby, high society girlfriend. I can get home on my own.”

I reach forward and grip Greg’s wrist, keeping him from continuing his activities.

“Don’t be a git. You don’t know anything about her, okay? If you want to waste a thousand dollars on a damn ticket because you’re stubborn and ostentatious, go fucking ahead. I’m, however,
going to get there before you for free and Hannah’s going with me.”

Greg tries to push my arm away, but I hold on tighter until he pushes me against the wall.

“Oh, so you’re bringing her, huh? Does she know how much of an asshole you are or should I enlighten her?”

I push back, but don’t fight him. There’s no point and I’ve decided that I’m going to be the bigger man with Greg from now on.

“If you mean, ‘does she know about Allie?’, then yes, she does. I’ve been honest with her and I’m not scared of your threats.”

Well, I haven’t been completely honest, but the fact that Allie might be pregnant doesn’t seem to be as important now. Greg’s eyes search my face for some sort of weakness, but I hold a hard glare until he pushes me again and walks away.

“Fine, I’ll go with you and that girl-“

“Her name is Hannah,” I interrupt.

“Whatever. I’ll go with you and Hannah,” the way he says her name makes me wish he didn’t know it, “but, you better hope to fucking god she doesn’t start drama. This isn’t about her, Niall. We’re going to be there for Allie, not so you and your girlfr- Hannah can have some romantic getaway, alright?”

“I know, Greg. She isn’t like that. You’re gonna like her; I mean it.”

There’s a knock at the door and he rolls his eyes, shooing me away.

I pat him on the back, knowing that despite our recent differences, he is really gutted about Allie’s accident. I can’t believe how it all happened.

I open the door and Hannah practically jumps into my arms. I take her things out of her hands and notice the cab driver sitting in front of the flat.

“Is there a reason he’s sitting there still?”

She walks past me into the apartment and I shut the door behind her.

“Yeah, I told him to keep the meter running. Joe will meet us at the airport with my passport. It’ll be quicker that way.”

I place her bags on the couch and she looks around, taking everything in.

“Sorry for the mess-“

She stops me with her lips against mine awkwardly. Well, it should be awkward anyway. The kiss is chaste and quick, but much needed.

“Also, I’m sorry for leaving this morning. It kills me to think of what you must have thought of me
when you woke up.”

She grins sweetly and brushes something off of my shoulder.

“It’s fine, really. But, you should know to talk to me next time. I’m pretty good with emergencies.”

“It helps that you’ve got a fucking plane on stand-by.”

Greg walks in rudely and drops two large bags on the ground. Hannah stands there in shock, but she soon recovers and politely walks over, extending a hand to my asshole of a brother.

“I’m Hannah. It’s nice to meet you.”

Greg hesitates, but finally shakes her hand briefly, with an unending scowl on his face.

“Yeah, I know. Let’s just go, yeah?”

Hannah nods and walks back to me. I wrap my arm around her waist and squeeze comfortingly. I
didn’t really expect Greg to act so preposterously.

I gather Hannah’s bags, as well as my own, shooting Greg a nasty glare as I hold the front door open for Hannah.

To my relief, Greg takes the front seat instead of squeezing in with me and Hannah in the back seat of the cab. Hannah directs the cab driver to the private airport, which is apparently entirely separate. Greg miserably sighs and grunts the whole car ride, while Hannah and I hold hands and remain silent. Until, of course, I can’t avoid the whole emergency situation any longer.

“So, what exactly happened, Niall?”

The driver had put on music, so as long as we spoke in low voices, neither of the men in the front seat could hear us talking.

“It’s Allie,” I take a deep breath and pull Hannah toward me so that her head is on my chest, “She
was in a car accident in the middle of the night and she’s in critical condition. They put her into a self-induced coma in hopes that she’ll recover without the added stress of being awake and in pain.”

Hannah gasps quietly and squeezes my hand tighter than before.

“No wonder Greg’s in a bad mood.”

I kiss the top of her head and scoff.

“No, he’s pretty much always like that,” I laugh lightly; so lightly that it comes out forcedly,
“Thanks so much for everything. He doesn’t seem appreciative, but he is.”

Hannah nods and lifts her head to face me.

“I’m happy to help, whether he’s ever appreciative or not. I’m doing this for you, too. I know how much you care about her.”

I feel a burning in my nostrils and nod silently, telling myself that I simply cannot cry.

As if reading my mind, Hannah whispers into my neck, “It’s okay to cry.”

And that’s what I do. I cry until we stop in front of the airport, and then I cry some more.

Notes

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