The Weeping Willow

Max sighed and shook his head, “No it’s fine,” he said quickly. It wasn’t her fault. He chuckled, “You gave me that impression,” he told her with a weak smile. “And you’ve also told me I need to take you on a proper holiday sometime,” he teased her. The thought of never going abroad was absolutely foreign to him (lol abroad and foreign). How could she have never left Britain? Max shrugged, “Maybe she thinks if you wanted to see her you’d have come and found her too?” he suggested weakly. He wasn’t about to get involved in their relationship, especially as it sounded as if he was sticking up for his ex girlfriend to his girlfriend, which he knew would probably be a very stupid thing to do. “If Lily and you still want to see each other I’m sure she can think of some other excuse babe. Stop acting as if you’re going to let this little thing get in the way of anything because that’s not the girl I fell in love with and it’s definitely not you,” he told her. He wasn’t telling her off, but he knew her better than to think this was going to knock her down. She wasn’t as fragile as he often treated her. Max laughed, “Most girls would have found that sweet or romantic or something. You come up with incest,” he said shaking his head a little, a smile on her face. “Good for me I’m not going anywhere then isn’t it?” he said kissing the top of her head softly.

Hannah stroked her hand over the nape of his neck and smiled. “That’s a good impression, I hope?” She said, trying to find her old finesse despite her obvious tears. “Mhmm. A proper holiday. Perhaps even over a sea or two.” She grinned. She wouldn’t like the fuss, but away from anyone else maybe it wouldn’t matter so much to her. Max possibly couldn’t fathom her spending her summers indoors with a book. She was too much of a stereotype sometimes. It wasn’t as if she had another choice in the matter. Hannah giggled. “Am I most girls?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. “It did sound a little incestuous though, didn’t it? Considering the fact I’ve vocalised my horror at the idea of getting married, the only way we would be ‘family’ would be if you were my brother.” She said, explaining her reasoning. “Or dad.” She grinned.

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megfuckinglane asked: Love you too. Sleep?

Not that kind of tired.

megfuckinglane asked: Mhm? Mhm?! Hannah, please. Let's not start on the wrong foot like last time.

No feet, Meg. I’m just tired. You know I love you. So hush.

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Hannah play nice

What’d I do?

megfuckinglane asked: Love you.

Mhmm.

megfuckinglane asked: Hannah Willows.

Megan Lane.

megfuckinglane asked: *cough* guess who? *cough*

No idea, considering your name is right there.

Max sighed and rubbed her arm soothingly as she leaned into him. He shook his head again and moved her to look at him, a lump forming in his throat as he saw the tears around her eyes. He hated seeing her crying more than anything else in the world and he didn’t know what he could do about it. He hugged her into his chest and closed his eyes when she couldn’t see. It was selfish, so he couldn’t see her tears, but he hoped she didn’t realise that. He ran a hand through her hair and gave a forced laugh. “Hannah Willows, since when has a little bit of sea ever stopped you doing anything?” he said raising an eyebrow. “If you want to see her, you’ll see her,” he told her. Although if she’d wanted to see her she’d have probably gone already. “I don’t know that you can’t at all,” he replied. “But here’s what you’re going to do, okay? You’re going to stop crying, because you still have your family. You still have your mum, Lily and Meg, even if you don’t see them as much anymore. And most of all you have me, you’re my family now okay? You’ve got me,” he said, a stern edge to his voice although it was soothing as well.

Hannah tried to turn away from him as he pulled her back to look at him, but she could already hear him swallowing thickly as he saw her tears. “Sorry.” She said as a reflex, wiping her eyes. Hannah didn’t mind when he pulled her into his chest once more, knowing he didn’t want to see her crying. That was fine, she didn’t want him to see her crying either. Hannah laughed softly against his chest, though her heart wasn’t quite in it. “I’ve never been overseas, so I don’t know what gives you such an impression.” She said in a matter of fact tone. “If she wanted to see me, she would see me. Easier for her.” She pointed out. Hannah was stubborn like that. Hannah sighed. “My mum… No. I only saw Lily because she would make the excuse of coming to see Meg, so that’s out.” Pessimistic and she knew it, but she wasn’t feeling like ‘looking at the bright side’ today. Hannah let out a soft laugh. “Incest.” She said, trying to lighten the mood. She took a deep breath to calm her breathing. “I know I’ve got you. God help you if you ever tried to leave me.” She said, only half joking.

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ok i have no response for that one.

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mood swings.