thank god for you too, Hannah [x]
that is our lives! [x]
Every time Mamrie goes to Graces house, she’s gonna be like “can we talk about the elephant(s) in the room?”
PLOT TWIST, CHESTER SAID IT
This is an AU fanfiction. Everything is a lie. All previous parts can be found on my fanfic page. hartbigguyz is my lovely beta, and this time I decided to actually use her mistake spots, rather than just breezing over her email and posting anyway (oopth).
I hope you are all enjoying. Thank you for reading :)
It’s strange, how quickly a routine can be found, in even the most altered of settings. By the time Hannah wakes up, one lazy Sunday morning, she realizes that she doesn’t actually know for how many weeks she has been waking up in this bed now. It’s no longer a strange bed, it is just her bed. And it is only after padding to the calendar that she keeps on the wall can she calculate for just how long she’s been on English soil.
Hannah feels a bit of a mess, all sleepy and scruffy, but it is Sunday, and she is allowed that at least. She fills the kettle and flips it on, before rubbing a hand over her face and pulling her phone out of her hoodie.
Hannah hasn’t contacted Grace this weekend. And sure, that isn’t much, considering it is only just over a day since they were sharing lunch together, but Hannah has made a small, unconscious decision to not be the one to contact Grace first. Just to see.
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