_{Hannah sighed but let him get to the bathroom. Surely, he’d be able to do that himself, right? She had headed back downstairs, to make a cup of coffee. She would need it as she doubted she’d be getting any sleep tonight. Hannah had a feeling there was no way she was going to school the next day, if Sergio had even sobered by then, he’d be way too hungover, she figured. Whatever he had planned for the next day, that was his business. Right now, Hannah just needed to make sure he didn’t somehow manage to hurt himself in the meantime.}

_{Hearing her name being called, she closed her eyes for a moment, before making her way upstairs once more. She walked to the guest bedroom, when he wasn’t there, she turned and walked into the doorway of the bathroom. She couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight, it was kind of funny. She’d have a lot of fun making fun of him about this later. Groaning, she walked over and crouched next time to him, trying to avoid looking at him. “Awh, did you fall over?” she teased, poking him in the shoulder. She stood, before offering her hand to help him up.}

_{Hannah smiled but helped him up anyway. She’d never admit it to anyone, but drunk Sergio was adorable. Hannah nodded and went to step back, out of the water, only to be dragged in with him. She laughed as he failed miserably to turn the water on. Hannah sighed but reluctantly turned the water on, the warm water splashing down over him. Trying to step back, out of the water, she bumped into the wall. Her clothes were practically soaked, in hindsight, it would have been a better idea to have gotten out before she turned the water on. Because now her only way out was past the water and a drunk Sergio.}

_{Hannah sighed, looking up, averting her eyes from him. The tattoos had perked her interest, a part of her wanted to know about them, to ask about them, but she doubted he’d tell her. Besides, it would be slightly uncomfortable for him for her to be looking. It was weird for him to be showering half dressed, but it’d be worse if he wasn’t, that would be so awkward for the both of them. Hannah kept her eyes staring at the ceiling, arms cross self-consciously over her chest. “Is that everything?” she whispered to him, barely audible over the sound of the water.}

_{Hannah knew, if he was sober right now, they’d be no way she’d be in this situation. This was the last place she wanted to be right now, especially with him. Hannah watched him scrubbing at his neck, still standing rather uncomfortably. She wasn’t quite sure what to do in this situation, if she did anything, she didn’t know how he’d react. Besides, with his size & strength plus the fact he likely has no idea what he was doing, it made him unpredictable, dangerous. Hannah didn’t want to do something wrong and piss him off, she’d done that enough today already.}

_{Hannah felt herself being pulled under the water, squirming under the sudden change, the water now well and truly soaking her through. She clenched her jaw, before grabbing his arm to hold him steady. The worst thing right now was for him to fall, the dark tiles of the bathroom would likely crack and break his skull or something. It was the main reason she never had glass put into the shower, it was too easy for people to fall and have it smash everywhere. Hannah much preferred the darker look of the tiles in the bathroom, it just looked nicer.}

_{Holding him steady, Hannah studied his tattoos, not really caring what he thought anymore. If he wanted her here, then she wanted to get something out of it. She doubted he would have volunteered to show her anyways so it wasn’t a big deal. Hannah shook her head and looked away when she saw the tattoos disappear lower. Shaking her head, she put her hands on her chest, gently pushing him off her. Hannah nodded, before sliding past him and out of the bathroom. Her clothes were soaked, she was covered in water. Sighing, she walked down the hallway a little, stopping in front of her bedroom. Hannah pushed open the door, before walking in and over to her wardrobe. She pulled a pair of sweatpants and a plain hoodie, placing them on her bed. She turned her back to the door, stripping off her top to change}.

_{Hannah had barely pulled the hoodie over her head when she heard he door opening. Turning, she watched as Sergio practically fell into her room. She watched, dumbfounded. But quickly, he was quiet. Hannah sighed, before grabbing a few things she’d need from her room and making her way out, closing the door softly behind her. She put her things down in the guest bedroom, before heading back over to the bathroom. Collecting the various clothing items that were strewn around the room, she rinsed them out, before hanging them outside to dry. Cleaning up the mess Sergio had made through the bathroom and hallway, Hannah yawned.}

_{Once all the water had been wiped up and there was no way he’d manage to slip and fall over in the morning, she closed the bathroom door, locking it behind her. Turning the hot water on, she finished changing and got into the shower. Her muscles were aching after the events of the night, the hot water soothing the pain. Soon enough, she got out, changing into the hoodie and sweatpants she had been trying to put on before she had been interrupted. Hannah didn’t bother with her hair, it was too wet to do anything with by now. She left it in the braids, it’d be dry by morning so it didn’t matter much.}

_{Hannah quietly left the bathroom, turning all the lights off downstairs, making sure the front door was locked. Hannah went back to her room, moving the glass and water and painkillers to the table next to him from the guest bedroom. Grabbing her phone, she made her way over to the guest bedroom. Closing the door, she settled down in the bed. Hannah plugged her phone into the charger next to her. Flicking the lights off, she quickly fell asleep.}

_{Hannah woke early the next morning. If she didn’t have this situation with Sergio, she would’ve been getting up for school. She sighed and grabbed her phone, checking her messages. Not caring enough to respond to them all, she got up. She quietly walked down the hallway, the wooden floor cold under her feet. Sneaking into her bedroom, Hannah quietly grabbed some clothes and makeup, before retreating to the bathroom. She showered and changed, a pair of jeans with a small top. Her hair was curled into thick small ringlets from the braids. Leaving it out, she applied a little makeup before heading downstairs.}

_{Hannah heard the door open and sighed. She doubted he’d remember anything, he could barely see straight, it was bound to be a difficult one to explain. Before she headed upstairs, she grabbed his now dry clothes off the line, before making her way up. Hannah saw him and threw his clothes at him, before shaking her head and going back the stairs. His things had been scattered around the room, she didn’t even know how he had managed to do it without her noticing. Although, she had been rather distracted trying to help him get upstairs without him passing out.}

_{Hannah sat back down on the couch, scrolling through texts. It seemed, whoever had any idea about the street races had heard about her return and felt the need to say/post something about it. Hannah had woken to dozens of messages from people she’d never met before, as well as the now usually onslaught of vile messages from girls at her school. Sadly enough, Hannah was beginning to grow used to it, it didn’t even surprise her hen she got a new one every five minutes. She sighed, getting up and grabbing a drink of water. There was no way he’d be well enough to go to school; the teachers would notice within ten seconds and send him home.}

_{Hannah sighed, grabbing a few things out of the kitchen cupboards. She was rather glad that she didn’t live with her parents anymore, it would have been impossible to explain to them what the hell was going on. Hannah still saw them from time to time, usually if they needed help pulling off a big job, but other than that, she didn’t speak to them. It didn’t bother her and money had never been an issue for her so it wasn’t hard to find the right place.}

_{Hannah made herself a cup of coffee, leaving a large amount to the side in case he wanted it. He had seemed pretty out of it when she had seen him, but it didn’t matter. Before he had woken, she had gone and gotten her car, that was now parked in the garage. Hannah got up, bacon sizzling on the stove. She knew how bad it was with a bad hangover, but Sergio half deserved it, after letting himself get drunk, it was his own fault.}