My Childhood sweetheart

Derek...

Hannah's P.O.V

Derek got really desperate all of a sudden. I tried to pull away but he held me tighter to himself.

"Derek, stop," I gasped.

He didn't hear me.

"Derek p-please, you're hurting me!" I cried, tears began welling up in my eyes. He stopped abruptly at that and turned me to face him. Realising that he had gone to far, Derek started apologising.

I was just really scared.

What would he have done if I hadn't said anything? I banished the thoughts away from my mind.

"Hannah I'm so sorry," Derek pleaded.

I didn't reply, but it wasn't because I was angry with him. I just didn't know what to say. I unsteadily sat up on my bed and turned to Derek slowly, trying to put on a smile.

"No its Okay. Don't mind me," a single tear ran down my face. I whipped it away swiftly with the back of my hand.

"I'm just being...what's the word again, childish?" I attempted, but so obviously failing at keeping myself calm.

Derek had been staring at the ground for sometime, probably trying to understand what had happened. I couldn't any way.

"Don't blame yourself Han please. Its all my fault," he looked up at me with genuine concern in his eyes. "I just forget that you're fourteen sometimes, but trust me, I'd never go further than that. OK?" he asked, putting a reassuring arm over my shoulders. I gave a meek nod.

We heard Harry yapping his head off downstairs. Probably hungry or something. I gave a nervous laugh before leaping up, just to show Derek that I wasn't sulking, and headed down to Harry.

Derek's P.O.V

I'd messed up. Big Time. I do hope she doesn't think I'm some kind of perv or something like that. I really do like her.

I grabbed my blazer off the bed and slung it over my shoulder as I wandered downstairs.

Hannah had her back to me because she was reaching up for some dog food. I placed my hands over her eyes carefully.

"Guess who?" trying to make a joke as to ease the uncomfortable tension surrounding us.

"Seriously Derek?" she giggled a little whilst taking my arms away from her face and putting them around herself. I was so relieved.

She wasn't angry at me?! She still trusted me...

I exhaled quietly.

"I'm sorry about earlier. Are you Okay?" I inquired.

"Yeah.. I am. But my neck is throbbing like crazy," she replied, reaching up and rubbing it slightly.

"Here, let me see," I offered, tenderly removing her hands to find the cause of the problem.

There was a large bruise lower down on the left side of her neck.

"Shit," I said under my breath. Look what I'd done to her! Ah God, what was she going to say?

"I'm sorry Han, its..." I began.

"What? What's wrong with me?" she panicked.

"Nothing's wrong with you," I told her truthfully. "Its me that's got problems here," I continued, passing her a large silver spoon from the work top. The large mark glowed brightly in the reflection.

"Snap," she muttered, her face thoughtful. What was she thinking of?

"Hannah, I..." I was interrupted when she turned around and pressed her lips on mine. When she withdrew, she smiled.

"I don't mind Derek. Just make sure it doesn't happen," she thought for a second "too often. I'm not even sure how I'm going to hide it," giving me a cheeky grin.

I was a bit confused. Again, she wasn't furious with me? I pushed the thought away and gave a self conscious chuckle.

"I promise not to lose my self like that again Ok?" Hannah nodded to acknowledge me.

Glancing up at the wall clock, I noticed it was 5:45pm. My parent were probably going to start worrying.

"I have to go now Hannah," I tried to push my luck a bit. "Could I have a hug?" I asked sheepishly.

Hannah put her arms around my neck and brought me to het face so are noses were almost touching.

She kissed me again but it was nothing like the others, which were small in comparison. She opened her mouth a littke, allowing my tongue to poke inside. What made it better was that she didn't recoil in disgust when I tried that. I heard her moan, filled with desire and lust.I felt myself go hard at this point. But I ignored it, bringing Hannah right up to me, as if we could get any closer...

It was pleasant in a way that I couldn't understand. But I didn't need to. Sparks flew everywhere but disappeared when Harry started barking. We broke away.

He was crouched at the door, which was odd.

Wait, haven't I read somewhere that dogs do that when someone's about to knock? A shadow was cast through the glass in the door.

Damn..

A.n

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