Hannah's POV
Recap: I grunted softly as I tried my best to tighten the knot of the sweatpants, but they refused to stay up.It just had to be cliche. I thought to myself, as the pants dropped for the umpteenth time. " Fine, I will just not wear them..." I whisper-shouted to myself and folded them neatly. The sweatshirt reached my knees so it hid everything that needed to be hid. Especially the scars. Not letting my mind wander. I dropped my dirty clothes into the laundry basket and opened the door, holding his folded sweatpants. It is what it is. Urghhhh...
I stepped out of the bathroom and shut the door, only to notice that Daniel's eyes were watching me like a hawk. " Erm, the pants do not fit..." I muttered softly, although it projected quite loudly in the quiet room. It seemed that Da
