Paige Noel Styles

Chapter 19

(The video above is to give you an idea of what I'm talking about when I write about paps. This is one direction coming out of LAX airport. I hope that gives a better understanding! Enjoy!)

Paige's P.O.V

"Do we have everything?" I ask, taking a breath of my inhaler.

"I think so, did you get your swim suit out of the bathroom?" Harry ask me.

I nod and we walk into the hallway of the hotel. Niall and Zayn are coming out of their rooms also, followed by Liam and Louis. We walk to the elevator that takes us to the lobby. Three bodygaurds stand waiting for us when the doors open.

"Back to L.A we go." Niall chuckles.

"I am ready to get back to the hot summer air and the beaches." Zayn says.

"Me too." Liam agrees.

I stare out the window of the fancy black car as it drives us to the airport. Beautiful white snow falls onto the concrete sidewalks. People walk step by step across the sidewalk, bundled in thick jackets and scarves wrapped around their neck.

My phone buzzes in my lap and I pick it up.

Brooklyn: Good morning Beautiful;)

I can feel my cheeks heating up.

Good morning to you. How was your flight?

My phone buzzes almost immediatley after sending the text.

Long. Are you at the airport in london?

Yeah, we just pulled in. I think you left your fans the gates are surrounded.

Who can blame them, they just want to catch a sight of the gorgeous Paige Styles.

Before I can reply I am escorted onto the private plane and ordered to turn my phone off. Through all of this commotion I didnt even realize my throat was getting scratchy and beginning to close off. I tilt my head back and take a puff of the inhaler in my hand. I feel the relief wash through me as my breathing becomes steadier. I hate myself for having this. I hate myself for getting this disease and causing so much trouble for the boys. I hate not being able to do anything without having to take a puff of this stupid thing and most of all, I hate my mother for causing this and for just being her, but I love my mother for being so much her that I ended up with harry.

"Were you texting Brooklyn?" Harry ask, setting down beside me.

"Yes, I was." I simply say, trying not to smile and show how much im crushing on Brooklyn.

"Is he back in LA yet or are they still in London?" He questions.

"He is in LA, they flew through the night. Their plane just landed about an hour ago." I explain.

I stick the inhaler in my mouth and take a puff.

"I know you wanted to go to the award show to see him and im sorry you didn't get to." He says.

"Me to." I sigh. He is right I was looking forward to seeing Brooklyn.

"So if you want to go out with him when we get back, I don't mind." He offers.

"Thank you, it means a lot, but I don't want him to see me like this. I can't say a whole sentence with taking a puff of this stupid inhaler. That's not how I want him to see me." I say.

"Who cares if you have to do that. If he can't except a small flaw like that then you shouldn't want to even go out with him." He says.

"You don't understand." I pout.

"Maybe not, but I do understand that your beautiful and you shouldn't worry about what other people think. They aren't going to judge you." He replies.

"But they are and you being in the spotlight should know that better than anyone." I huff.

"So don't read it. Don't listen to what anyone else says." He shrugs.

"It's not that easy. Do you think I enjoy reading that stuff about me? Do you think I enjoy the world being angry at me for actually having a better life and being adopted by you?" I say, my voice rising.

"That not what I mean." He tries to explain.

The tears sting my eyes and I try my hardest to hold them back.

"I hate it." I say, much quieter.

"You know you can talk to me or any of the other boys." Harry says.

That's the thing though. I can't talk to them about it because it makes me a burden and I don't want to be a burden to them. I don't want to be sent back to my old life and that's what I fear most in life. I'm afraid that if I cause to much trouble I will end up having to face that fear, but I can't do that. I can't handle this either though. I can't handle the pressure of the media and I can't handle this disease. I don't know what to do anymore.

"Yeah." I say.

I just want out of this conversation.

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Cameras click and fans yell. The same as always. They yell rude things to get our attention, something we are beckoned for. I really need to use my inhaler, but I don't want anyone to see me.

Paige! Have you read the comments about you on Twitter?!

Paige! Paige! Paige!

Paige! Is it true you had sex with Brooklyn while you were in London?

Harry snaps his head around to me when he hears that. I keep my head down and face covered. I just have to make it to the car.

I'm almost there when an arm wraps around my waist. "I missed you." The voice says and my body goes frigid.

"Help!" I scream.

He starts to drag me.

The body guard grabs me tightly and security quickly takes him into restraint. All the boys are already in the car, except Harry who is trying to get to me, even though he is being held back by his bodyguard.

My bodyguard carries me to the vehicle. I climb inside quickly. My body is frozen with shock.

"Paige are you okay?" Harry ask, franticly.

I notice the tears streaming down my cheeks and I just look at him.

"That was my father." I say.