Post by Jon Lee Fan 4 Ever on Jul 6, 2010 14:19:58 GMT -5
Chapter One
What's Wrong With Me?
Hannah groaned as the phone on her bedside woke her up. She had an awful headache, "Hangover from last night", she thought as she buried herself under the duvet, hoping that by some miracle that the phone will disappear if she ignored it long enough. Right, like THAT was ever gonna happen. The phone continued to ring. Sighing, she picked it up on the 6th ring and brought it under the duvet with her. "Mmmhello?" she moaned into the phone.
"Han?" It was Paul. "You okay mate?" Hannah smiled at the voice of her best mate.
"Hey Pauly," she answered, cheering up slightly and ignoring her awful headache. Yawning, she answered, "Yah, I'm fine, just hungover."
"You seemed really out of it at the club last night," he assured her. "I just thought to see if you were okay."
Hannah smiled, genuinely pleased. "Thanks Paul, I appreciate it. Really I do." Squinting, she questioned, "What happened last night, anyways?"
"You don't remember?" Paul asked, surprised. "Well, we all went clubbing over at Studio 54 on Sunset Blvd., and I only saw you the first 2 hours, then after that I didn't see you at all. I thought you might've left with Tina, but then I saw you and you looked stoned and passed out on the floor of the lounge."
"Woah..., all I remember is sitting on the sofa in the lounge, feeling like parp, then...after that it's all blank," Hannah answered, staring out the window desperately trying to remember anything. Feeling the urge to throw up, she quickly exclaimed, "Paul, I'll be right back." She put the phone down and raced to the loo, bending over the toliet and throwing up.
Han?! HAN!" Paul shouted, hearing her bleching. "I'm coming over right now!"
~~~Nearly a month later~~~
"Come on Han, let it all out," Paul ordered Hannah calmly. He had been staying with her for a month since the club, and now he was kneeling on the floor of the loo next to her rubbing her back, as she was still vomiting again. Hannah looked up into his sexy dark eyes. She got lost in them for a minute. Turning her head back again, she threw up.
That's it! I'm taking you to the doctor," Paul exclaimed. He handed her a kleenex and flushed the toilet. He helped Hannah stand up.
Paul...let me change first," Hannah requested, her voice breaking. He nodded. Han changed into jeans and a tank top. Paul's breath caught in his throat when he saw her. She was too beautiful for words. They drove to the doctor's talking and laughing.
In the examining room at the doctor's office, Hannah shifted uneasily on the examining table, the doctor had taken some tests and was checking the results, Paul was sitting on a stool next to her reading an issue of "The Sun". "That stuff's all rubbish," Hannah reminded him.
Paul shrugged. "It's the only thing here to read," he answered.
They were interrupted by the doctor, who entered at that moment. Dr. Richards smiled, "Well, Ms. Spearritt, we have good news for you," he began.
Hannah breathed a huge sigh of relief. "Whoo, so I'm NOT dying!" she smiled, relieved.
Dr. Richards laughed, "No, nothing like that at all, actually you're-" "
What's wrong with her?" Paul cut in, obviously concerned. "
Nothing's 'wrong' with her," Dr, Richards replied, "In fact," he turned to Hannah smiling, "You're pregnant."
What's Wrong With Me?
Hannah groaned as the phone on her bedside woke her up. She had an awful headache, "Hangover from last night", she thought as she buried herself under the duvet, hoping that by some miracle that the phone will disappear if she ignored it long enough. Right, like THAT was ever gonna happen. The phone continued to ring. Sighing, she picked it up on the 6th ring and brought it under the duvet with her. "Mmmhello?" she moaned into the phone.
"Han?" It was Paul. "You okay mate?" Hannah smiled at the voice of her best mate.
"Hey Pauly," she answered, cheering up slightly and ignoring her awful headache. Yawning, she answered, "Yah, I'm fine, just hungover."
"You seemed really out of it at the club last night," he assured her. "I just thought to see if you were okay."
Hannah smiled, genuinely pleased. "Thanks Paul, I appreciate it. Really I do." Squinting, she questioned, "What happened last night, anyways?"
"You don't remember?" Paul asked, surprised. "Well, we all went clubbing over at Studio 54 on Sunset Blvd., and I only saw you the first 2 hours, then after that I didn't see you at all. I thought you might've left with Tina, but then I saw you and you looked stoned and passed out on the floor of the lounge."
"Woah..., all I remember is sitting on the sofa in the lounge, feeling like parp, then...after that it's all blank," Hannah answered, staring out the window desperately trying to remember anything. Feeling the urge to throw up, she quickly exclaimed, "Paul, I'll be right back." She put the phone down and raced to the loo, bending over the toliet and throwing up.
Han?! HAN!" Paul shouted, hearing her bleching. "I'm coming over right now!"
~~~Nearly a month later~~~
"Come on Han, let it all out," Paul ordered Hannah calmly. He had been staying with her for a month since the club, and now he was kneeling on the floor of the loo next to her rubbing her back, as she was still vomiting again. Hannah looked up into his sexy dark eyes. She got lost in them for a minute. Turning her head back again, she threw up.
That's it! I'm taking you to the doctor," Paul exclaimed. He handed her a kleenex and flushed the toilet. He helped Hannah stand up.
Paul...let me change first," Hannah requested, her voice breaking. He nodded. Han changed into jeans and a tank top. Paul's breath caught in his throat when he saw her. She was too beautiful for words. They drove to the doctor's talking and laughing.
In the examining room at the doctor's office, Hannah shifted uneasily on the examining table, the doctor had taken some tests and was checking the results, Paul was sitting on a stool next to her reading an issue of "The Sun". "That stuff's all rubbish," Hannah reminded him.
Paul shrugged. "It's the only thing here to read," he answered.
They were interrupted by the doctor, who entered at that moment. Dr. Richards smiled, "Well, Ms. Spearritt, we have good news for you," he began.
Hannah breathed a huge sigh of relief. "Whoo, so I'm NOT dying!" she smiled, relieved.
Dr. Richards laughed, "No, nothing like that at all, actually you're-" "
What's wrong with her?" Paul cut in, obviously concerned. "
Nothing's 'wrong' with her," Dr, Richards replied, "In fact," he turned to Hannah smiling, "You're pregnant."