#trinityweek

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I miss the Trinity Week from last year! It was stressful and fun at the same time. And of course lots of stories to read!!! Maybe I'll write something up for old times sake. :)

[howabouthey]

Attention ALL Hartosexuals:

I’ve come to the conclution that as a community we need a flag.

And flags have designs. 

And together I thought we could come up with one or multiple designs then vote on it.

Then I’ll get the flag made.

But there will be one more step invoved after the flag has been made, and it has to do with the Have A Hart Days everywhere and the people participating in them. ;)

That’s right, I would like everyone to sign the flag and, hopefully, by the end of the year (2015) we’ll send it off to Hannah.

So what do you guys say? Is this a thing that will happen or what? 

If you have any questions hit my inbox with them. 

Also, and I’m asking kindly, for y’all to spread the word because I would like everybody to be involved. Because why not? :)

[dontlovemelikexo]

GOOD NEWS AND BAD NEWS!

The good news is... I'm officially on vacation until January 5th!

The bad news is... I still haven't caught up reading all the fanfic from Trinity Week so I don't think it's fair to post without having read it all. SO STAY TUNED FOR THAT PLUS TWO BONUS FICS which weren't in that week but are my faves! (There may or may not be Taylor Swift gifs involved)

What were some of your fave fics from that week?

[onemilliongoldstars]

Much Gratitude

Hi tumblr! How are you today? You're looking particularly lovely, and yes I know I haven't got my glasses on, but regardless I know you look wonderful today. Don't question my powers. They are supreme. Are you all looking forward to the holidays? Me too! I hope you all get to eat wonderful food and lounge around listening to cheesy music with your loved ones.

I wanted to take this time to say thank you for your amazing support and conrtibutions towards Trinity Week. It was my baby for a long time, an idea I've nurtured since around July and seeing it all come to fruition has been just wonderful. You have surpassed my greatest hopes. Thank you for your writing, your art, your manips. The talent in this fandom is tremendous and you have all rallied around this idea brilliantly so thank you from the bottom of my heart.

An extra special thank you goes to hartbigguyz. Jess, you have been the most reliable, organised, encouraging friend and partner in this whole thing and there is no doubt that without you it would never have happened. Let's add this to the count of the many things you have done for me this year. Thank you, as ever, for being my life raft when I struggled to keep my head above the water.

As for any other fics from me, well a few people have asked and the answer is this: I have tons of ideas for stuff I wanted to write for trinityweek and other things. I'm now on a break from school, but I'm ill and tired and seeing family and friends so writing has to take second place to all of these things. I'll write when I can, but hopefully you can be patient with me over the next few weeks.

[wordharvest]

"baby i know yours by heart"

A/N: Here is my continuation of punk!Hannah meets vintage!Grace, and the first date shenanigans that occur once Grace gets the courage to dial those numbers. Counting it under Trinity Week: Christmas, even though it’s late?? Hope that’s okay. Also side note: I love AUs - soOoOoOoo much - so if any of you feel like leaving various AU prompts for future Hartbig stories I will write them probably. SFW (some Mamrie curses, I guess) and 2.8k words, not real in the slightest. Have some holiday fluffles and girl kissing. 

P.S. Part i can be found here. Part iii will probably be soon, because I have all the excites about writing that part. 

P.P.S. PLEASE listen to Little Numbers by BOY, it is the anthem to this story and it’s an adorable song ——> cute girl singers SERIOUSLY DO IT. 

***

Seven little numbers have burned themselves into her brain, and those numbers are staring at her while her finger hovers over her phone, taunting her. 

“God dammit.” 

She tosses the phone on to her bed, and flops back. A horde of butterflies are making her stomach tremble and quake, and god, she hates being so nervous. Her hand traces her tattoo softly: the swelling has gone down and the redness has faded, Hannah’s aftercare instructions proving excellent. Grace almost wishes she’d contracted an infection, just to have an excuse to go see her. 

Instead of making this phone call. 

A banging of the door comes from the front, and Grace starts, hands flying up to her hair in all its curly bedhead glory. Seconds later, Mamrie stomps through her room, heaving a great, shuddering sigh before crashing next to Grace. 

“I swear to motherfucking Jesus, the holidays at the bar are the absolute worst, I wanted to kill this one guy…” 

Mamrie begins to ramble on about bad tippers and disgusting holiday drinks, and Grace prays that she won’t notice that Grace hasn’t changed since this morning - hasn’t showered either - and has the “I’m too nervous to call this person I really like and have been thinking about it nonstop” look written all over her. 

“…and I told Josh, I’m going to quit, okay, I’m really going to do it this time if I don’t get a goddamn raise -” Mamrie pauses suddenly, turning her head to survey Grace suspiciously. “Grace, please don’t tell me that while I was busting my ass at work that you spent eight hours not calling this Hannah person.” 

“No!” Grace cringes. “I mean, maybe. But…what if…” 

“There are no ifs or buts or maybes, Gracie, she gave you her number so clearly she doesn’t hate your guts. It isn’t because she’s a girl, is it?” 

Grace shakes her head, because no, she’s been comfortable with her bisexuality since she was seventeen, but Hannah is the type of girl she’d never even talk to in a bar, the type of person that makes the future feel full of twists and shadows, never clear enough to predict. Grace isn’t used to taking the initiative, ever. 

“Okay.” With that, Mamrie snatches up her phone from behind her head and punches in the numbers, hitting send before tossing it at Grace. “Now you’re calling her.” 

“What the hell, Mamrie!” She presses the phone to her ear, the dial tone causing a panic in her chest. 

“You’ve waited so long even I’ve memorized that stupid note. You’re welcome.” 

Mamrie leaves, and Grace flips her off retrospectively. She could still hang up, she hasn’t rehearsed enough what she’s going to say if - 

“Hello?” 

The familiarity of Hannah’s voice feels like a rush of warmth.

“Oh, hi, um, sorry, this is Grace? From the tattoo parlor?” 

“Grace Helbig.” Hannah sounds like she’s smirking. “Took you long enough, yeah?” 

“I know, god, I’m terrible at things like this.” 

“What, you mean talking on the phone?” 

“No.” Grace cradles the phone close. Her legs are trembling. “Asking people out.” 

“Oh.” Hannah pauses. “Well, allow me then. Would you like to go on a date with me, miss Helbig?” 

There’s almost a tremble in her voice, which is too endearing, really, so Grace says yes without a second thought. Her heart is beating fast and loud; she’d be surprised if Hannah couldn’t hear it through the telephone. They make plans to meet up, tomorrow, and Grace says goodbye reluctantly, because she’d just then garnered enough courage to maintain a conversation. 

A click, and Grace flops back one more time, a stupid grin spreading across her face. 

“It paid off, didn’t it, ya idiot?” Mamrie shouts from the kitchen, and Grace doesn’t retaliate, because it did, it really did. 

***

In her mind, she is re-evaluating her wardrobe choices. 

Is the same blue dress too obvious? Her old rumpled coat covers most of it, but the trim is peaking out, over wobbling knees clad in silky tights. Brooklyn is so, so cold this time of year, the slushy flurries of snow on the sidewalks requiring knee high boots and the icy city breezes blunted only by gloves and woolen beanies and scarves. It’s almost ridiculous how many clothes she’s wearing , and she just knows her nose is pink and swollen and - 

Oh. She sees Hannah now, back against the lanterns that are straight out of Narnia. Hannah herself seems a bit fantastical, her blue hair combed to the right neatly, leather jacket and ripped jeans sending a ripple of heat down Grace’s spine. There’s a lumpy knapsack by her combat boots, and Grace wants to pinch herself, just to make sure this is real, that she’s going on a real life date with probably the most intimidating girl she’s ever met. 

She trudges through the snow, across the quiet, cobbled street, and over behind Hannah. The other girl’s shoulders tighten briefly, and Grace can just make out the hint of a smile on the corner of her lips. 

“Sneaking up on me, Helbig?” 

Her cheeks flushing, she bumps Hannah’s shoulder awkwardly and regrets it immediately. 

“Oh - oh god, I’m sorry, yes, I guess kind of -”

“Hey.” Hannah’s gloved hand, the fingertips missing and her nails painted a chipped black, grabs her own gently. “It’s cool, it was cute.” 

Grace stares at their interlaced hands; her skin feels like a lit match, burning closer and closer to the bone - perhaps this girl will consume her, for if any person were able set fire to another, she feels sure it would be Hannah. They seem so close together, just in this moment of breathing, and she can see the freckle on Hannah’s nose, pink flush sliding down from the tip to her cheeks. 

“Okay,” she says quietly, and tightens her grip. Hannah’s chapped lips curve up, her other hand reaching up to tuck a wayward curl behind Grace’s ear. 

“I don’t think you have quite enough clothes on,” Hannah teases her, warm breath leaving puffs of white in the air, still so close that the air between them feels static. “Which is a shame because you’ll need them when you fall down at least fifty times at the ice rink.” 

Grace huffs out an indignant scowl as Hannah bends, picking up her bag to sling it over one shoulder. Her stomach flutters when she doesn’t release her hand, and it feels a bit like a dream when Hannah tugs her down the street.

“You know, fifty times is an understatement. I’m the clumsiest person in the world.” 

“Shit, are you serious?” 

“Well, excuse me, we can’t all be skating geniuses - oh my god, you totally play roller derby, don’t you.” 

It’s Hannah who bumps her shoulder this time, hard. 

*** 

Brooklyn is beautiful during the holidays. 

They’ve left Main at the edge of early evening, rosy gray light filtering down over the buildings. Cement and brick are softened by their snowy white caps, and more flakes are beginning to drift, resting on Grace’s nose and hair. The trees are wrapped in twinkling lights, city noises muffled by the blanket of snow and the peace of the season. She feels content, her nerves having gradually trickled away, replaced by a bubbly warmth akin to being buzzed on champagne. 

Hannah is humming in the peaceable silence, eyes flicking upward to the strands of lights, snowflakes catching on her eyelashes. Their hands are still laced together, and every so often Grace feels Hannah’s hands tremble slightly, as if she’s not quite sure that Grace is there. She wonders, again, if Hannah’s tough exterior is a way to cope, to establish a place in a world that seems vast and hostile and frightening, sometimes. 

“Hey.” Her voice is raspy, and she coughs, clearing it. 

“Yeah?” Hannah turns, looking at her directly - as she seems to do unfailingly, her vividly blue eyes bright and interested. 

“Where are you taking me? I think you’re horribly lost if you’re looking for Rockefeller.” 

Hannah rolls her eyes pointedly. “As if I’d take a bona fide New Yorker to Rockefeller. Nah, I know a place.”

They take a quick right, and Grace sees a park ahead, lights glimmering through the dusky trees and a soft crooning detectable under the rumble of traffic from downtown. There’s a skip in Hannah’s step, and she tugs Grace along, crossing the street with barely a glance. Her whole face is lit up, pink nose and chapped lips and all, and Grace feels her heart flutter: seeing someone be in love with anything invites her into an intimacy that makes her chest burn, in a painfully beautiful way. 

The cheerful elderly woman at the gate appears to know Hannah, rushing out of her kiosk to envelop her in a hug. 

“Hannah, darling! Who’s your friend?” 

“Oh.” Hannah shoots Grace a small smile. “This is Grace, she’s a skating virgin. Grace, this is Mrs. B.” 

Mrs. B laughs at Grace’s paled face, and pulls her into a hug before Grace can establish her prickly defensive. “It’s lovely to meet you, dear. Any friend of Hannah is always welcome here. And it’s on the house, Hannah, really. Head on in.” 

Hannah thanks her, with another hug, and Grace follows her into the gate. She misses the warmth of Hannah’s hand instantly, and shoves her own deep into her pockets.  Hannah leads her over to a bench, behind which lies a tiny ice rink, lit only by a few lanterns and the twinkle of a Christmas tree. The rink is abandoned, ice shiny and slick. Even Grace, in all her clumsiness, feels a ripple of excitement at the sheer newness. 

“It’s really a labor of love.” Hannah says, noticing the direction of Grace’s gaze. “Mrs. B just does it for the few regulars. Like me. Here,” she tosses a pair of skates next to Grace’s feet. “You’re a size 9, right?” 

“I find it slightly creepy that you know that.” Grace pulls off her boots and slips on the skates. A perfect fit. She begins to do up the laces, and Hannah shrugs. 

“I have a good eye.” She leans forward, warm breath brushing against Grace’s exposed neck. “And I knew, when you walked in, that I wanted to take you here. So I looked.” 

Grace blushes. “I looked like a nervous giraffe.” 

“It was cute. I liked it - how innocent you were about it all. I don’t see people like you come in every day.” Hannah presses her shoulder up against her, slick leather on warm cotton; her hand comes up to tug on one of Grace’s wayward curls. “And I liked your hair.” 

Hannah’s voice is low and warm like chocolate, making a shiver race down Grace’s back. Her nerves are on edge, each moment with this girl feeling like a mystery. The kind Grace wants to solve. 

But Hannah pushes herself to her feet, skates already assembled, and reaches out. “Ready to get your ass kicked, Helbig?” 

*** 

It’s definitely her ass that gets the kicking. 

Hannah is zooming around the ice, gracefully, knees bent and close. She looks like she was born here, born for this elegant gliding and curving, a partnership with the water beneath. But Grace - is not. She’s fallen three times already, stuttering around the rink awkwardly. Hannah laughed the first time, reaching down a hand to help her up. Grace laughed with her, not minding her own clumsiness; it’s something she’s become accustomed to, something she likes to make fun of in her comedy sketches with Mamrie. She’s just enjoying the way Hannah tilts her head back, just so, as if she can see the stars beyond the haze of branches and city smog. 

Hannah skates over, slipping her hand into Grace’s shyly. “Enjoying the Mariah Carey music?” 

“Definitely. It’s so festive. Extra festive.” 

Hannah giggles. It’s a sweet sound coming from her lips, and Grace feels a sudden urge to taste it, to cover Hannah’s mouth with her own, just to see. There’s a shyness in Hannah’s eyes as she curves in front of Grace, grabbing her other hand. 

“Here, I’ll help. Just…push back and to the side, One foot after the other.” 

Grace begins to form an uneven rhythm, stuttering only a bit. Hannah’s hands feel good, steadying, as if they’d catch her without a second thought. 

“Hey, I’m sorry if this isn’t fun, I had no idea you didn’t skate -”

“Don’t you dare apologize, Hannah, I think it’s wonderful, so -”

“Really? I had this elaborate plan about this romantic evening with lights and hot chocolate and music and everything.” 

“You do romance?” Grace teases her. She likes this heady feeling of power, of influencing Hannah. “Besides, I’m lactose-intolerant.” 

“Yes, I do romance, and seriously? My plan really is failing.” 

Grace laughs, and squeezes Hannah’s hands. “Really? Because I kind of think it’s working.” 

*** 

They end up getting hot chocolate, anyway. Mrs. B runs into the tiny shed and procures some soy milk, pouring them both flimsy foam cups of steaming liquid. Sprinkling them liberally with marshmallows, she claims that it will help with the blasphemy of the soy milk. Hannah tips her, for that. 

Grace cups the warm cup in her gloved hands, blowing softly. Their skates are tucked safely back into Hannah’s bag, after Hannah promised to give them to her despite Grace’s protesting. Mrs. B gave them more hugs on the way out, whispering “thank you” in Grace’s ear fervently. Grace felt the words catch in her chest, worming their way into her heart. 

She likes the idea that she’s good for Hannah, because Hannah feels good - so good - for her. 

Evening has fallen fast as they walk back. There is a smear of whipped cream on Hannah’s nose, right on top of her freckle, and Grace is torn between wiping it off and leaving it, because Hannah looks so innocent under these colorful lights. Grace’s guard is falling, quickly: she hopes Hannah’s is too. 

The snow has continued to coat Brooklyn in a layer of white silence. When the bridge comes into sight, Grace’s heart feels a bit sore, at the prospect of the night ending. 

“Hey.” Hannah sounds tentative. “Can I, maybe, walk you home?” 

“I’d love that.” She smiles shyly. “I live just a few blocks from here.” 

Grace feels words building in her throat, but none of them feel quite right. She wants to ask where Hannah was born, her favorite color, the type of music that makes her hips sway just right. She wants to know every thing that Hannah holds close to her heart and every person that has made her feel alive. She wants to know her. 

Her apartment building comes too quickly, and the words are lost on her tongue. She can see a light on in their fifth floor apartment, the prospect of Mamrie and television and takeout comforting. This time, she grabs Hannah’s hand and tugs her toward the steps. 

“This is it.” She looks down, scuffling her feet. “I had a really nice time, you know.” 

“I’m glad.” Hannah’s other hand reaches, tipping her chin back so Grace can meet her gaze. She feels lost, swimming in a sea of crystal blue. “I know you said not to apologize, but I really would have thought of something different if -”

Grace leans forward, quick and fluttering, swallowing Hannah’s words clumsily. Her lips meet chapped ones, warm and sweet - Hannah’s hands come up, fingertips cold on Grace’s burning cheeks. Her lips part, just so, and Grace is so, so warm, a bubble of giddiness growing and growing until it pops. And her skin feels lit from within, she swears she must be glowing, because this feels like Hannah’s name has been written all over her body in fairy lights. 

Her hands grasp, at anything, just to feel grounded when Hannah pulls back, before kissing her again. Quickly, softly, as if Grace is something that would fracture or disappear. 

“Wow.” Hannah breathes. They break into identical smiles; a silence stretches, full of so much that no words feel quite right. Grace speaks first. 

“I think - maybe I’ll go now, but I’m going to need those skates sometime, so.” 

Hannah’s smile is breathtaking. “I’ll call you?” 

“You’d better.” 

She watches as Hannah turns, a blush creeping over her cheeks. She watches her move further away into the snow, hands deep in pockets, head tilted back. Looking at the imaginary stars. 

And she feels warm again, even in the chill of a winter night, and presses her palm to the tattoo on her ribs, cocooned by that soft blue dress. Perhaps it’s her good luck charm, the intersection of fate and coincidence and reality. She can, after all, still taste Hannah on her lips, still feel the ghost of her hands on her skin. 

It’s altogether too much, but she doesn’t think that it will ever be enough. 

*** 

fin

[theholytrinityfanclub]

Trinity Week Update!

Just a reminder if you still want to post something for any of the Trinity Week themes you still can, no matter how late! I will still update the master posts for each theme, no matter when you post your contribution. I hope you enjoyed all the posts, and hopefully there will be another one of these in the future!

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TRINITY WEEK: Meaning of Christmas

Trinity Week. This is for the theme “Christmas” and prompt “Toy Store”. A bit late.... Please remember these are all LIES!  Any similarity to real life situations and events are merely coincidental.

TRINITY WEEK: Meaning of Christmas 

“Watch it!”

Hannah was in New York in a toy store on Dec 24. She forgot to buy some gifts and now she has to fight and fend for herself as she compete with hundreds of other people doing their last minute shopping. Something about Christmas and stores and last minute shopping that just brings out the worst in the people.  Unfortunately Hannah has no one to blame but herself. She should have made a list, she should have checked it twice. And now at the store with its Christmas songs on repeat and the people shouting to each other, Hannah has a massive headache going on. But something about that voice sounded so familiar. Standing on tiptoe, Hannah looked around. Lo and behold, towering over other people, was a frazzled looking Grace. Hannah froze… that was until a rather large lady bumped into her. This woke her up from her reverie. Shaking her head, she walked over to another aisle away from where Grace was standing. She randomly grabbed a toy, glance at it without really looking, and placed it back. She was on her tenth toy when she heard that voice again.

“No. I said I’ll be there in an hour. Goodbye.” The annoyed voice of Grace rang out. The voice sounded near. Hannah tentatively walked over to the aisle and looked over the corner. Grace was facing the other way looking over a toy car. Hannah quickly walked back to the safety of the doll section.

The last time they saw each other, it didn’t go well. There were fighting and shouting and hurt feelings. It was the first time she saw Grace really speak her mind. She would have been so proud if she wasn’t at the end of those words. She spent countless sleepless nights after that fight tossing and turning, thinking if she should call. But after a month, she realized that Grace didn’t feel the same way. She looked at her videos and Grace looked happy and fine while she on the other hand had lost weight with dark circles under her eyes. She didn’t want to but she had to move on. What’s the use of hanging on to someone who doesn’t want to stay? And now fast forward to three years and she’s in the same room, albeit a very large room, with Grace. It threw her off a loop. Should she go to her and say hi? Should she just leave? If they cross paths, should she ignore her or smile at her or shout at her?

“Stupid, stupid, stupid.” Hannah whispered to herself. It’s been three years. This shouldn’t affect her. So with a determined look, Hannah marched over to where Grace was standing. She’ll prove to Grace, to anyone, and most importantly to herself that she really has moved on. She was about to tap Grace’s shoulder when a look of horror crossed her face. Then without a sound, she ran.

Grace POV

She was walking past the toy store when she saw Hannah inside. It has been more than three years since she last saw her. Yes, she saw her videos and Instagram pics and twitter post but they were all from behind the safety of the internet. This was the first time she saw her in real life after THE fight.

She followed her inside without really any thought of what she’ll do when they do face each other. So she decided to just stalk her. She was trying to go unnoticed when someone bumped into her.

“Watch it!” She wasn’t able to stop herself. Now she’s worried. What if Hannah saw her or heard her? But when she turned around, Hannah was nowhere in sight. Breathing a sigh of relief, she walked slowly to the last place she saw Hannah. Then her phone rang. She ignored it. But then it rang again. Annoyed, she answered it. Her boyfriend was looking for her and wanting to know if she needs him to get her. He was his usual sweet self but Grace wasn’t in the mood.     

“No. I said I’ll be there in an hour. Goodbye.” Without waiting for another word, she ended the call. From the corner of her eyes, she saw Hannah peeking. So she did the only thing that she can think of. She faced the other way and pretended to examine the toy in front of her. She felt Hannah staring at her. And the images of that night ran through her mind again. She doesn’t like confrontation and she avoids it like a plague. But that night, she let it all out. She surprised herself. And when it was over, she felt terrible. What does she do in this type of situations? She repressed it and she was very good at it. On the rare occasions when she couldn’t control her feelings, she stared at the phone willing it to ring. But it never did. Not from the one who mattered. So they drifted. And now she’s here. She shouldn’t care but she did.

She then felt someone behind her. She knew with hundred percent certainty that it was Hannah. Slowly she turned around… just in time to see Hannah bolt from the store.

Fight or Flee? Should she wait another three years? What if there’s no next time? What were the chances that they’d be in the same city where they were not supposed to be? And it’s Christmas. IT’S CHRISTMAS.  With that thought, Grace hurried outside. Frantically, she looked around, looking for clues as to where Hannah went. And then she found her. Their eyes met. Not breaking the contact, Grace walked over to where Hannah was standing.

“Dude.” Hannah said as a greeting. Her eyes starting to redden. Then totally out of character, Grace went in for a hug. A very tight hug. A very long and tight hug. When they parted, both were smiling, the last three years forgotten.  

THE END

A/N: Of course there will be a happy ending, it is Christmas after all! Merry Christmas everyone! Hope you have a good one! 

[holy-trin-fan]

Not Quite Christmas

Trinity week day 7 Theme - Christmas. All mistakes are my own.

The girls knew how this worked they do it every year. So tonight was there Christmas day together before they all fly home to spend the holidays with there own families. The Plan was the same as the last couple of years they would go over to one of there homes order take out drink lots of wine and exchange gifts. So this year it fell on Hannah place so she was busy getting everything ready when Her door opened and Mamrie walked in.

‘Hey Mames you early, Grace isn’t getting her till 6ish’

‘Actually I am here early too Han’

‘Oh Hi Grace didn’t see you, Sorry guys I am not ready yet, I Still need to go out and get the wine’

Mamrie cleared her throat and gestured down to her hands, which Hannah now noticed where holding two bags full of wine’

‘Oh cool well do you want to put them in the kitchen while I finish this and then go and wrap your gifts’

Grace looked concerned ‘Hannah what wrong you seem very unorganized which is not like you’

‘I just feel a bit odd this year not sure. I will go and wrap you gifts be back in a bit’

What Hannah has not told the girls was that she was not going home this year but she was staying in her home and spending Christmas alone, she knew if she told them they would stay too and they had been looking forward to going home for a while.

-

Hannah come back into her living room to find that Mamrie and Grace had built a fort in the middle of the room, it looked amazing so Hannah took out her phone and snapped a picture before entering the fort herself.

‘Guys this looks great’

‘This is not the bets bit’ Mamrie stated rummaging through her bag pulling out a box set of some sort ‘ I have real house wives for us to watch’

‘This is going to be the best non Christmas ever guys’ Grace said as she stood up exiting the fort ‘Wine’

‘Yes please’ Mamrie and Hannah said in unison before they both turned to each other and starting laughing.

-

As the night went on and they all got drunker both Grace and Mamrie noticed how quite Hannah was being and they where starting to get worried. So when Hannah got up to go to the toilet the girls knew they need to find out what was wrong.

‘As she is your girlfriend I think you need to find out what is wrong with her’ Mamrie said looking at Grace

‘That not fair she is your Girlfriend too, all I know is we need to ask her soon before she start sobering up’

‘OK when she gets back we find out deal’

‘Deal’

Hannah came back into the fort completely unaware of what the girls where planning as she sat back down and took a sip of her drink.

‘Hey Han, Me and Grace are worried what up’

‘yer Han you don’t seem yourself tonight’

Hannah looked at them and tried to think of an excuse but her brain was not working so well after 3 bottles of wine and before she knew what was happening she had starting talking

‘it nothing guys I am just going to miss you being around for a couple of days while you are off with your family’

‘But you will be doing the same Han’ Grace added

Hannah just nodded and she sat there is silence she was determined not to tell them she was not going home.

‘Hannah when is your flight’ Mamrie enquired

But she didn’t get a reply Hannah just continued to stare at he floor

‘Hannah you are going home right’ Mamrie added

Hannah was still not answering which was as good as saying no I am not I am staying put. Hannah know she has to respond to them and but now she know that they knew she was not going home.

‘No guys I am not going home, this is my home, I am staying her’

‘Why didn’t you tell us you weren’t going home we could have done something together’

‘You guys love going home for Christmas’ Hannah didn’t get to finish her sentence because Mamrie and Grace interrupted

‘we love you too’ Both Girls stated each grabbing hold of one of Hannah hands

‘Right I am going to cancel my flight and stay her with you Hannah’

‘Me to We can have a Christmas as a couple for the first time, it will be great’ Mamrie added.

‘No guys I can’t let you do that, I will be fine you are only going for 2 weeks I will be fine’

But Hannah knew that that they where not going to listen to her which made her happy and sad all at the same time happy because she get to spend Christmas with them but sad because that means they will not be seeing there families. Mamrie was now looking Hannah right in the eyes

‘Stop talking Hannah we are staying end of’

‘It is going to be the best Christmas ever Hannah just you wait and see’

This marks the end of Trinity week which has been great to be a part of.