**Gerard POV**

I sat in my chair across from Hannah and dug into my pancakes. She was blushing- mission accomplished. I saw her turn her hear towards the living room and could hear Jenna and Mikey arguing. Why did he let her come over? Did he seriously think that was a good idea?

She walked over to Hannah and I immediately stood up. This wasn't going to end well.

"You need to leave. Now." She just kept eating.

"Nah, I'm all set." Sassy little shit. I taught her well.

"You stupid emo bitch, did you hear me? Did I fucking stutter?" She pushed Hannah out of her chair, her milk going everywhere "Catfight!" Frankie egged it on.

"Jenna- Jenna thats ENOUGH." Mikey grabbed her arm and looked at me with apologetic eyes. I just shot daggers at the both of them. I picked Hannah up bridal style and carried her to our room. She jumped out of my arms and grabbed her shampoo's and stuff from the bureau, then started digging in her bag for something, eventually pulling out the speaker from the side pocket. She mouthed 'Thank you' and walked into the bathroom for a shower. I told Iero she would need it.

I was just about to leave when the speaker sprang to life and started to play a song I hadn't heard before. Weird, I thought. A song I haven't heard before? Guess there's a first for everything. Intrigued, I placed my ear against the door, and was shocked when she started to sing along to it. Holy Shit- I had to admit, the girl could sing. It was... perfect. The way she harmonized when the dude's voice dropped too low for her to copy, was breathtaking. Lost in thought, I didn't even try to catch myself when the door suddenly flew open. I hit the floor with a sickening thud, and gazed at her. She was wrapped in one of my red towels, her hair sticking to the soft fabrics.

"I-I'm sorry I just- I was listening and y-your voice is just.." Way to go, Gee. Can you try and not sound like a perverted creep? Her cheeks turned red. Shit, she was so sexy when she blushed. I felt myself starting to get hard. Fucking A- Pull yourself together Gee! You're not 15 anymore, at least try and have some self control!

She quickly made a dash for her bed and grabbed a washcloth, then returned to her shower. Was that a tattoo I spotted?

I collected myself, then went and joined the boys in the living room. I grabbed my phone and typed in the words that I remembered her singing into my phone. A website popped up- 'Bittersweet' by P!ATD. How had I not heard this before? I sat on the couch and they popped in a few horror movies. Hannah joined us moments later, still in my sweatshirt. She cuddled up next to me and I wrapped my arm around her. Mikey looked at me and threw me a wink. I rolled my eyes.

We watched movies until about ten-ish, when Hannah announced she was going to bed. I decided to join her, and we shut off the TV.

I went into the bathroom and changed into a pair of sweatpants when I saw that Hannah had started to get comfortable on the blow up mattress.

"No way." I stated, and took the blanket off of her.

"Yes, Way." She retorted. I chuckled; The humor was not lost in me, for once.

"You're sleeping in my bed, whether I have to tie you to it or not." I picked her up and placed her on my bed. Her eyes widened in anticipation as she smacked her wrists together.

"By all means, Sir." She gave me a daring look. Oh, you did not want to go there.

I shut off the lights and just stared at her for a few moments. She looked adorable when she slept, her hair falling perfectly beside her face. I took a sip of water from the cup beside my bed and drifted off.

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My eyes slowly opened, but my sight didn't change. It was still pitch black. I glanced at the clock- it wasn't even three a.m yet. I sat up. What had woken me up? I turned to look at Hannah and saw what had been my undoing- She was flailing all over the place, her face twisted in a shape of anguish. She was covered in sweat. She was mumbling something that I couldn't quite catch. I quickly sat up and kneeled on her bed, and put a hand on her cheek.

"Hannah, Hannah baby, wake up!" I shook her softly, then a bit harder. I picker her up and placed her in an upright position. "HANNAH!"

"No!" She screeched, and her eyes opened wide with fear. They darted around the room, taking in their surroundings. She looked at me and covered her face, and started to sob. I moved her into my lap and started to coddle her.

"Shhhh... sweetheart its ok. I'm here. It was only a dream, he can't hurt you." I said the stereotypical things to comfort a person that I had picked up from one of Jenna's movies. I didn't know how to comfort someone, never had too.

Fuck, she was shaking. Like, really trembling bad. I sat there and held her for what seemed like an eternity. Not that I minded, though. I loved having her in my arms, at least I could protect her. I slowly started to get up to turn on the light, when she got up and grabbed my arm and gripped me into a hug again.

"NO! No.. don't go." She whimpered.

"Never." I whispered back to her. I picked her up and carried her with me to turn on the light. I bent down and picked up a sharpie that had fallen to the ground. I sat her upright on the bed, and rolled up the left sleeve to the sweatshirt. I looked up, asking permission, when she slowly nodded and took deeper breaths, trying to stop shaking so much so I could trace the designs properly. I took my time- carefully covering every line on her arm with fresh ink. They were all pale from the shower, begging to be refreshed. Once I finished with the left arm, I moved to the right one, oddly ink free. I checked it up and down, and noticed it was also free of scars. No wonder. I simply wrote 'Bittersweet' on her wrist, and a few music notes. I left the rest up to her.

I looked at her face. She had stopped crying, but her eyes were still red and puffy from the whole ordeal. I wiped a stray tear from her face. Her big grey eyes stared back at me with an emotion I couldn't quite understand. I can't, I won't, I thought to myself. Fuck it.

I slowly leaned in, and brushed my lips against hers. She didn't give it a second thought before crashing hers into mine, even opening her mouth slightly, inviting my tongue before I could offer it. She climbed on my lap and she started to rub against me. I groaned. Shit, she was crying less then ten minutes ago. I picked her up, still kissing her, and laid her back down on my bed. As much as I didn't want to stop, I slowly backed off. Her face was annoyed, and slightly confused.

"Why are you stopping." She mumbled.

"Because once we start, you're not gonna wanna stop." I said, popping the P. "And do you really wanna be sore your first day back to school?" She giggled and lifted her knee up.

"You're such a fucking tease." She bit her lip.

"Oh, I'm a tease?" I questioned, and leaned forward. I kissed her harder than before and tugged at her bottom lip. "I'll show you a tease, sweetheart." I groaned. My finger circled her naval before slipping down her waistband and rubbing the outside of her panties. She moaned into my mouth and I smiled. She started pushing her hips into my hand, begging for more. I pushed my hand under her panties and found her clit, and started rubbing it in circles. I was rewarded with a groan. I continued to stroke her and eased a finger into her. "You're so wet for me sweetheart, are you always like this?"

"Constantly." She started to whimper. She turned her head to the side and she rocked her hips back and forth, begging for more. "Don't stop baby.." She groaned once more and that was my cue. I withdrew my hand and kissed her forehead. I got up and turned off the light.

I laid back down in my bed when I heard more muffled moans coming from above me. She was face down in her pillow, no doubt a hand down her pants. I could make out a few choice words, my name being one of them. Fucking Hell.

"Really." I rolled my eyes and she giggled.

I closed my eyes. I don't know how much more I could take of this.

Notes

Hey guys! Sorry It's so late. I could have sworn this chapter loaded, but apparently it didn't.
-___- Uhg. I had to re-write this after realizing I had lost it, but to tell you the truth, I like this version better. More detail than the first draft.
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-Hazel