Hannah's POV

When I woke up I felt someone's arms around me. I looked to my left and saw Liam looking at me, smiling. I heard the shadows buzzing around in my head, and I saw them in the corners.
"Hey Hannah, I mean good morning Hannah," he stuttered nervously. He remove his hands from around my waist and sat up on the bed.
"Good morning Liam, I trust you slept well?" I sit up on the opposite side of the bed with my back to Liam.
"Y-yes. I'm g-gonna go downstairs and make breakfast," he says quickly and leaves. I sigh and get up, ready for another trauma fills day. I took a shower and put on some nude make up and got sweatpants and a t-shirt on.

What? Not gonna dress up for lover boy? I hear Jay say in my head.
"Shut up," I say annoyed already. I get pushed to the wall by one of the shadows and feel a slap cross my cheek. I push off the dark mass and walk out of the room and down the stairs. I see Louis in the hall.
"Louis, where's the kitchen? I'm starved," I ask him. He points down the hall and I follow him.
"Li, what are you making? Smells good!" Louis yells on his morning voice.
"Um, toast and waffles, and I think I'm going out for Starbucks. You can come if ya'd like, Hannah or Louis." I her him reply as we enter the kitchen.
"I will, I'm feelin' especially tired today," I say. Louis looks at me confused.
"Why?" Louis asks with curiosity and concern in his eyes.
"Long story I don't have time to tell, um, Liam can we go now?" I ask him, for some reason eager to be with him alone. Liam nods and I grab a coat and he does the same.

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"I love Starbucks so much," I mumble into my coffee. That's the truth. Surprisingly, the shadows haven't said anything, or done anything for that matter.
"Hannah, may I ask a question," Liam days, not meeting my eyes.
"I suppose you could," I say looking at him. He looks up at me with his piercing eyes.
"Last night, when you came home, you were..... I don't know. You were talking to someone, except no one was there. And then when we- you were in bed, you were talking in your sleep. And screaming and yelling, like you were being murdered or hurt. Is there something we should know about," Liam asks me.
Tell him and he'll die on the spot, Gail says, coming up behind him but no one could see.
"Oh.... Er, just a bad dream I suppose. And I sometimes talk to myself, I have since I got foster homed." Lier, I think to myself.
Liam doesn't look like he believes me but he doesn't ask any further questions.

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