"You know, you don't have to come." I quickly say, running a hand through my hair. "They will totally understand."
"It's okay, Calum." Paige glance at me, a smile playing on her lips. "I want to."
"You sure?" I question. "Because I could just call and say that we're staying here tonigh-"
"Calum." Paige laughs before standing up and making her way towards me. "Stop, I honestly want to."
"Really?" I grab her hand, spinning her around before she bumps into my chest with a soft laugh.
"Yes, really." She giggles, putting her arms around me in a hug.
"Okay." I nod, placing my chin on top of her head. "I know Jasmine will be thrilled."
Paige laughs. "Jasmine was with the blue haired guy, right?"
"Michael, yeah." I say. "Ashton's the curly one, he's single. Luke's the one with a lip piercing. His girlfriend Chloe is home for Christmas."
"It was USA, right?"
"Yeah, New York." I nod again, releasing myself from her. I study her softly, reaching forward to move some hair away from her green eyes. "You look nice, by the way."
"Thank you." her eyes drops to the floor, her cheeks flustered. ""You too."
I chuckle. I look quite normal - black skinny jeans and a plain white t-shirt. Nothing special really. But Paige does look amazing though. She's also wearing black jeans, and they're hugging her curves which makes her look even more incredible than she already did. She's wearing a grey sweatshirt, looking extremely cuddly.
"You ready?" I ask, grabbing her hand in mine.
She takes a deep breath, before smiling up at me. "Yeah."
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"I just can't believe why I was the last one to know about this!" Ashton cross his arms, glaring at Jasmine.
"Ashton, stop acting so childish! We weren't planning on telling them when you weren't there." Jasmine mimics Ashton, crossing her own arms over her chest. "It's not my fault that you decided to go to a bar and get wasted yet again when you could have stayed home with us!"
"Oh, so now it's my fault?"
"Guys." I groan, sighing. Paige went to the toilet, and she should be back any minute now. "Please behave. You promised me."
"It's not my fault that he's acting like that." Jasmine throws her hands in the air, walking back to Michael on the couch while Ashton glares at her.
"Both of you, stop it!" I mutter. "If you don't knock it off I'll take Paige with me and leave, understood?"
"Fine, it's not me with a problem here anyways." Jasmine cross her arms again, leaning against Michael.
"Jasmine." Michael groans from his spot next to her. "Baby, stop it."
With another sigh I study the couple when they start their own little small argument.
"Hey." A hand slips into mine, and I turn around with a smile.
"Hey, you." I look down at her. "You okay?"
"Yeah." Paige nods, a small, slightly nervous smile playing on her lips. "Just a bit nervous."
"No need to be nervous." I say. "They already love you."
Paige giggles softly, playfully pushing me to the side. I laugh with her, dragging her closer and pulling her in for a hug.
