Paige Noel Styles

Chapter 15

Harry's p.o.v

The boys and I come out of the recording booth and set down on the couch. Simon messes around with the music while we sit and talk.

"Has Paige been talking to Brooklyn?" Louis ask me with an amused grin on his face.

"I think they have been texting." I sigh.

"Are you gonna let her go out with him if he ask her?" Liam ask.

"I don't know. Maybe, but probably not." I roll my eyes.

I don't want Paige to start dating boys. She's my little girl and even though she's only been with me for five months, but she's my daughter.

"Come on Harry, she's about to turn fourteen she's not a little kid. I think you should let her." Niall says.

"Whatever, I don't want to talk about this anymore." I shrug.

"Have you talked to her about the modeling? I was hoping you had changed your mind." Icon says, butting into our conversation.

"Simon I said no. She's not doing got right now and I'm not telling her about it right now. When she is older then I will talk to her about it and if she chooses to pursue it then she can." I huff, annoyance laced in my voice.

"Harry you know I think it's weird that she looks so much like you. She has dark hair like yours and her eyes are the same color green as your eyes. She is tall and if you look her right in the face she looks exactly like you. Are you sure she isn't your real kid?" Zayn smirks.

"I'm sure she is not my biological child. She is just blessed with amazing looks." I chuckle.

"Alright boys I think we have everything we need for today. Your free to go but don't forget the awards event coming up next week. Your tuxes will be delivered in two days along with Paige's dress. Do you know what size it needs to be fitted to?" Simon says.

"Zero." I say before leaving with the boys.

Once we get home the lady we hired to watch Paige leaves. As much as Paige tells me she doesn't need a babysitter I get one anyways.

The boys dispute throughout the house and I look for Paige. I walk past the ball court and see her. I watch through the window in the door as she dribbles and shoots the ball. She is so talented at the sport. I open the door and she turns toward me.

"Hey! How was recording?" She ask before throwing up anther shot and making it.

"It was good. How was the nanny?" I smirk.

"Oh please, my babysitter was unnecessary. You know I'm almost fourteen I can stay alone." She huffs.

"Tell you what if you can make four three pointers in a row then I won't get you a babysitter anymore." I say.

"Easy." She floats and shoots four shots. Each one swishes through goal. She turns and smiles at me.

"Okay show off. I came to ask you if you wanted to go dinner tonight, just me and you. We haven't done that in a while." I say.

"Yeah sounds good. Fancy restaurant?" She questions.

"Fancy restaurant." I laugh.

"Fancy clothes." She sighs.

"Actually you can wear that new dress Perrie bought you." I smile.

"Oh good. I have been wanting to wear that." She lights up now.

"Go get ready, reservations are at six so we will leave at five thirty." I laugh and close the door.

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Paige's p.o.v

I put the ball rack back into the closet and run upstairs. I jump into the shower and rinse off quickly before drying off with a towel.

I blow dry my hair and curl it into loose waves. I apply my makeup and draw on my eyeliner. I slip on the simple black dress Perrie bought for me. I clip on a necklace and slip in earrings.

I hear Harry calling up that it's time to go so I quickly slip on a pair of sandals and grab my phone.

"I'm ready." I say as I bounce down the stairs.

"You look stunning. Is that the dress Perrie got you?" Louis ask.

"Thank you and yes it is." I say.

"Let's go Paige." Harry says.

We drive for a short time before arriving. The body guards push us through the crowd and into the restaurant. So many fans surround us and cameras flash everywhere.

"Paige your so beautiful!"
"Paige is it true your talking to Brooklyn Beckham?"
"Paige is it true that Niall is your boyfriend?"

I laugh at the last one. The things the fans and paps yell are so funny. Like Niall would ever be my boyfriend he is practically my uncle.

We make it into the restaurant and we are seated by our waiter. He takes our orders and scurries off.

Harrys p.o.v

"Your tutor said you were doing very well when I spoke with her last week." I say.

"Yeah, I made a ninety eight on my science test, I was surprised." She grins.

"I'm not surprised, your really smart." I say.

"Thank you." She smiles brightly.

"Simon was talking to me and he thinks that you should start modeling." I say shakily.

I wasn't sure if I wanted to tell her, but I had to tell her I can't just keep this from her.

"Modeling?" She ask questionably.

"What do you think about it?" I ask her.

"Models are gorgeous, tall, and skinny. That's not me, I'm not a model or model material." She shrugs.

"I don't want you to model and I wasn't even going to tell you, but Paige if you want to model you can do it. You are gorgeous, you are tall, and you are skinny. Your beautiful." I say.

"You've dated enough to know what their like." She laughs.

"Hey." I chuckle.

"I think my favorite was Kendall Jenner. You know, out of all the models you've dated." She giggles.

"You want to talk about my love life? Okay let's talk about yours." I smirk.

"What love life? You won't let me have one!" She smiles.

"Have you been texting Brooklyn?" I ask her.

Her cheeks turn red and she just smiles at me.

"Yeah." She says quietly.

"And?" I press.

"And what, we just text." She shrugs.

The waiter comes with our bill and I slip cash into the envelope.

The bodyguards escort us through the crowd as we leave the restaurant. Once we are in the car Paige looks over to me.

"Will Brooklyn be at the event we have to go to next week?" She slyly smiles.

"Most likely." I say.