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POV'S: Bella, Paul
After Emily left me alone in the bathroom, I've probably been staring at myself for five minutes. Why do I look like this? I actually looked…happier? My bags and face problems were gone due to the modeling agency helping me sleep, but I had a weird look to my face. My eyes were brighter and I felt like I wanted to smile all the time. I sighed deeply and walked out the bathroom and into the kitchen.
"Bella, are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?" Emily asked turning around. The whole pack was in the kitchen now, including Paul. They didn't pay any attention to me, just continued eating as usual and joking around. I smiled at her.
"No thanks." I mumbled as I took a seat on the stool, not caring who I was next to.
"You should eat." A voice said from next to me. I turned towards it to see it was Paul. I glared at him, insulted by his comment. I ate just fine. I wasn't so bony; I had freaking curves for Christ sakes!
"Mind your business." Was my genius reply as I turned away from him. Why did he care anyway? I couldn't help the blush that came to my cheeks. Paul actually cared. For what? He shouldn't. I dug my phone out my pocket to see it was getting late, already six PM. I must have been out for hours.
"I'm gonna head home, Em." I told her. She seemed surprised a little then nodded.
"Here, let me get your pills. If you feel any pain from your scar you should take them to help." She said walking into the living room and digging around for something. She came back and handed me a pill bottle. I thanked her and started towards my car. I climbed inside and started home; ignoring the pull, I felt with each mile, I drove.
Once I got home, I took my shoes off and decided on ordering a pizza for dinner. I should have just eaten at Emily's but I didn't want to be a bother, they already had done so much for me. Once the pizza was here, I ate two slices. I felt a pain tug at me and shook my head. Maybe I should just head to bed. I started up and pulled off my clothes, climbed into bed, and fell asleep instantly.
After Bella, left I couldn't help but want her to stay. I shook my head. This imprinting thing was getting out of hand. I couldn't even stop being concerned about her for one minute before I told her she should eat! When she glared at me and got smart, I wanted to grab her up and kiss her right then and there. I needed a way to clear my head. I got up and stormed outside. I phased and ran home. I phased back and went inside. It didn't matter that I was naked, seeing that I lived alone anyway. I picked up the phone and called the only person who could probably help me right now. Obviously, they agreed. I was Paul freaking Lahote, how could they not agree? I slipped on some cut offs and laid on the couch, falling asleep as I waited for them
I awoke to a knock at the door. I groaned and whipped my face as I looked at the clock. It was already about to be midnight.
"What the fuck?" I growled as I opened the door.
"Hey Paul." Lauren said in her annoying ass voice as she moved herself into my house. I slammed the door and turned towards her.
"I called her fucking hours ago." I snapped. She rolled her eyes.
"I had to get ready for you, babe. I wanted to be presentable." She whined. I shook my head. Focus on the plan, Paul. She's here so you can fuck her senseless and forget about Swan. I had fucked Lauren plenty of times before; she was the right person to call in this time. I walked towards her and started to kiss on her. The pain I felt built up with each kiss. I ignored it. I had to. This had to work.
I woke up with a gasp. I grabbed my throat, trying desperately to breath. I looked at the clock on the nightstand, to see it was already midnight. Tears came to my eyes as I reached for the pills, knocking them over and spilling them over the floor in the process. My chest hurt. I felt like I was about to die. The fact that I could barely breathe didn't help. I gasped as I climbed out of bed and onto the floor. I tried to stop my hands from shaking as I tried to grab a pill. Before I could do anything else, my front door burst open. I looked up to see Paul standing breathing heavily in his cut offs. My breathing came back and my chest pain stopped. Before I could do anything, I was in his arms and kissing him furiously. I felt warm and safe in his arms, as if I was made for him. He picked me up bridal style and laid us on the bed gently. I pulled away to breath and looked in his eyes.
"What…what was that?" I asked out of breath. He looked me up and down. I followed his gaze and blushed. I was only in my underwear and bra. I scrambled to get under the covers and pull them up to cover my chest. He chuckled. I looked down and bit my lip. It was quiet for a second. After a while, he stood up and started towards the door.
"Wait!" I squeaked out. He stopped. "D-don't leave. Please, stay." I whispered, hoping he would stay. He slowly came back and sat on the edge of the bed.
"I don't know why I feel like this." I said with a laugh, shaking my head. He just watched me, not moving off his spot on the edge of the bed. "After Edward left I never thought I could feel like I do. I don't even know you, I mean it's not like I want to feel like this." I rushed out the words before I could stop them. When he flinched slightly I instantly regretted even saying it. "I'm Sorry." I breathed out.
"Yeah, well it's not like I wanna feel like this either." He snapped. I flinched and watched him as he took deep breathes. I looked away and shivered. He noticed this and before I knew it, he was climbing into bed with me.
"Umm, what are you doing? Maybe we shouldn't…I mean I…" I stuttered as he settled next to me.
"Calm down Little Red. You're cold, I can see that. We're not freaking cuddling or nothing." He snickered. I ignored his nickname for me and turned so my back was to him. He pulled me close to him and I blushed. It was weird how we kinda fit together. It freaking scared the shit out to me. This whole situation did. Me, being with Paul, was like a miracle that could only happen in books. Now as the big bad wolf lay next to me snoring softly, I snuggled closer into him, as he automatically gripped my closer, he nuzzled his head into my neck. That's probably when I started to realize, I needed answers. Answers for why this felt so right, and how the hell I ended up with Paul Lahote in my freaking bed.
Do Not Kill Me Guys. I Know This Is Short, But I Wanted To Get This Chapter Out To You Guys! Finally, Paul And Bella Are Getting Closer, So We're Kinda Over Them Not Talking. They Will Defiantly Be More Bella And Paul Fluff Later On In More Chapters. Also To Answer A Review, No JARED DID NOT IMPRINT ON BELLA. I Thought It Was Obvious But Sorry If I Confused Anyone One That! This Is BELLA PAUL ALL THE WAY! Not Changing That What So Ever. So, Anyway…REVIEW PLEASE!