Chapter 33: So I'm not hallucinating

Hannah:

Shocked and surprise on my face as he gave me a brief peck on my lips. I kept my eyes open, is this some kind of joke? Maybe the drugs in my veins were giving me mirages. His mouth left mine looking at me with such emotion in his eyes. I didn't even know what to say, I was speechless. We stared at each other, so I pinched him. "Ow! What the hell!" He exclaimed, then I tried to pull my IV wire out of my hand, the pull was painful I stopped.

"So I'm not hallucinating," I murmured to myself and exhaled in relief.

"What?" he asked with confusion on his face.

"Why did you kiss me?" I asked bringing the subject back.

"I always wanted to."

"You always wanted to?" I repeated

"Yeah, uh-" he began but clamped his mouth closed. I sucked in mine, waiting for his response as he wrung his hands together. The beeping of my IV the only sound that filling the room. "I've liked you for a while. The first time I saw you with your glasses and overalls, I thought you were really cute. I'm the one that was part of the rule for us to bring in more people in our group so I can finally ask you out but you would say no anyway.

At the party, you looked so beautiful. But you were with Louis and you looked like you really liked him. I got drunk and made an advance at you, you rejecting me made me angry until I saw you with Charlie that night made me more pissed that you picked him over me. Then  Lucy conspiring against you and kinda went with it but feeling so guilty, I should have been honest with you."

"Then why didn't you?"

"My male ego," he chuckled lightly. I let out a silent snort, but was still in disbelief of his explanation. I don't even know what to say, I can't get mad at him because what's done is done.

"Max," I sighed deeply but he cut me off.

"No, Hannah you don't have to tell me how much you hate me. I already know, I just wanted to tell you."

"I don't hate you; I'm just so exhausted. Plenty has happened last week so we have to forget the past. You should have told me, we would have been great but you can't rewind time so," I trailed off, started playing with my fingers.

"You think we could have been great?" He questioned with a smirk. I smiled at his conceitedness, he is really cute.

"Yeah, you're really nice Max. But no."

He sighed with a pout then said "Can we at least be friends?" I grinned widely and nodded at him; he smiled back and gave me a gentle hug.

"Hannah," a familiar deep voice interrupted and we broke apart.

"What are you doing here? I told you she didn't want to see you," Max's tone deep and menacing.

"I know but I wanted to see if she was fine," Charlie responded.

"She is so leave." Max grabbed him by the arm, pushing him out but he held his feet. Staring down at Max, both red faced and clenched fists.

This is ridiculous, I'm really not in the mood to watch two boys fight in my hospital room. "GUYS! Stop, Max it's fine he can come in." Max glared at him and then sat down next to me. Charlie approached me with his beautiful eyes, teddy bear and gummy worms at hand and had a small smile on his face.

"Hi Hannah."

"Hi Charlie."