Friend or Foe

–Harry–

"And you're her...?"

"Friend."

She nodded and walked off and I let out a sigh of relief. If the nurses think I did this to her, I'm dead. I checked the time and it was around four in the morning. The lads didn't know I snuck out again to think and clear my mind. What am I going to do? I couldn't bring Hannah back to our hotel. I but my lip as I thought to myself and saw a dazed Hannah walking towards me with the help of a nurse. I pushed my back off the wall and reached my arms out to her and Hannah took my offer, but her eyes were doubtful.

"Here ya' go," the nurse said as I held Hannah to my side. The nurse smiled at Hannah. "Feel better and stay out of trouble okay?"

"Okay," I heard Hannah reply back in a weak tone.

I closed my eyes; I could not bear to see her in this kind of pain right now. It was like her feeling were contagious to me and I couldn't do anything about it. I thanked the nurses once again and scooped Hannah into my arms. This time she didn't put up a fight as we walked out of the hospital and into the streets.

"Don't take me back there," Hannah's voice cracked as she leaned her head against my shoulder.

"I won't," I assured her.

I didn't have my car nor did I see any cabs around here so I kept walking down the vacant street and found an old run down motel. We stepped inside and instantly wrinkled our noses at the stench. It was a foul odor that smelled heavily like a mix of cigarette smoke, alcohol, and urine. I walked up to the reception desk and a scraggly looking man eyed us up and down and smirked as he slid a key across the desk. "Don't have too much fun kids."

I grabbed the key from the desk and smacked a $100 tip on the desk. "I hope this is shuts you up." I spat as I glared at the old man who still grinned at me.

I turned around and went up the flight of stairs and stopped on our designated floor in front of room 315. I put they key in the lock and turned it, but it wouldn't budge. Tried again and then gave up. I turned around and walked up to a random door and turned the door knob, luckily the door swung open. I inspected the hallways, not wanting anyone to know I was here so I ducked inside the room and ran back out. It stunk horribly and I could hear Hannah gagging too.

"We have no other option," I said out loud to myself, unaware that Hannah was listening.

"Just go in," Hannah grumbled and we stepped inside again. I quickly set Hannah down on the mattress and opened the nearest window in an attempt to air out our room. I stuck my head out of the window and the sky was a gloomy dark purple, indicating it would rain sometime soon. Because of the color it looked like it was still night time, neither of us had a clue as to what time it actually was. I walked back over to Hannah who was whimpering in pain.

"Are you–"

"I'm okay," she cut me off. "But our bed is broken."

"What?"

"Harry this isn't some motel, it's a whore house," she said.

I couldn't make sense of what she was saying until she arched her black eyebrows which made me realize, "Oh."

"Yeah, oh." Hannah spat under her breath.

I took a look at the room and walked to the far corner near the door to turn on the lights, but it didn't work. I tried again, flicking the switch for the millionth time, but no luck.

"There's no power," I said and grabbed a chair next to the broken bed and sat down. "What do we do now?"

"I don't know," she said, "but I do know that I need a shower."

"There's no current," I said to her softly as I pouted.

"I'm aware of that."

Hannah shifted on the bed and it made a loud cracking noise. She looked up at me in horror as I saw the bed starting to sink in and I grabbed her hand, helping her to her feet. "Sit in the chair," I ordered.

She did as I said and I grabbed the mattress and threw it on the floor. Sure enough there was a huge pile of broken wood on the floor. "The bed frame is definitely broken," I say. "I'll keep the mattress on the floor, you can sleep there."

It was dark, but I could still make out some of the room so I pushed the mattress to the middle of the floor and placed down a pillow which was the only one in the room. I walked over to Hannah and helped her out of the chair and lowered her into the mattress. "Where will you sleep?" She looked up at me.

I smiled at her softly, "I'll just steal a mattress from another room, I'm sure they won't notice."

"I don't need to sleep on the mattress," Hannah said, her voice in a hushed tone. "I'll sleep on the floor, or the tub, I wouldn't mind."

"Just sleep," I chuckled as I threw a dark, tattered bedspread over her. "I'll be back in a minute, try to get some sleep."

I tucked her in and straightened my back out and smiled at Hannah who was looking up at me. I went to go open the door but stopped and turned around. I bent down and lowered my face to kiss her cheek. "I'll be back, love."

I turned around and quickly opened the door and shut it behind me. This was the second time I kissed her cheek. I mean, I kiss girls' cheeks all the time, but this seemed more intimate, more affectionate than snogging. I shook my head and headed towards another room, trying to find a mattress and pillows. I couldn't think like that, I silently scolded myself. Whatever I did, I have to make sure I don't get attached to Hannah, she's a Curran. A heartless human, but my mind was doubting that. Even if I made out with her and offered her sex lessons, which I was not going to take back anytime soon, I couldn't get close to her. I just want to have sex with her, I reassure myself. Sex is all I want from her I repeating to myself over and over as I continued my hunt for pillows. But my heart told me otherwise.

Notes

Been a while? Yeah it has. Here's twelve, sorry for the wait! For anyone who is still keeping up with this story thank you so much I hope you enjoy this chapter. A little boring, but it will progress soon I promise. Any new readers, hi thank you for reading! Comment and subscribe. Will be updating soon!