feelings | dean di laurentis · Y/n story by @ella2987

The clock on Hannah’s nightstand glowed 1:17 AM in sharp red numbers. The three of you were sprawled across her bed like you’d done a hundred times before—Allie draped dramatically over the footboard, Hannah propped against her pillows, and you curled sideways with your head in Hannah’s lap.

Allie Hayes

groans, tossing a pillow over her face I’m literally never going to sleep again. My brain won’t shut up.

Hannah Wells

laughs softly, running her fingers absently through your hair That’s because you spent the last three hours analyzing every single thing Sean said at dinner.

Allie Hayes

He said “we should talk later,” Hannah. That’s either breakup talk or proposal talk and I’m not emotionally prepared for either.

Hannah’s fingers stilled in your hair. She was quiet for a moment—the kind of quiet that meant she was working up to something.

Hannah Wells

voice turning careful Actually… there’s something I wanted to tell you guys.

Allie Hayes

sits up immediately, eyes wide Oh my god. You’re pregnant.

Hannah Wells

snorts Allie, I haven’t even kissed anyone.

Allie Hayes

Yet. Details.

Hannah Wells

bites her lip, glancing down at you So… Garrett Graham came up to me today.