Paige Noel Styles

Chapter 20

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Paige's P.O.V

I sit at the desk in my bedroom and type an essay I have do for my class. Really trying to distract myself from everything else going on.

It's been one week exactly since we arrived at the airport and I saw my biological father. I have only left the house once since then and there was a bodyguard on every side of me.

A knock on my door pulls my attention away from my work as I call for the person to come in.

Perrie stands in the doorway, smiling at me.

"Hey, Harry said for you to come down for dinner and I came to ask if you got the t shirt I mailed to you." She says.

"Yeah I did, I loved it, thanks for getting it for me. Oh and while in thinking about it, a fan sent me this bikini, but I don't have big enough boobs for it, so I thought you might like it instead." I tell her.

"Yeah, sure. Where is it?" She ask.

"I'll get it." I hop out of my chair and riffle through a few clothing articles.

"Here you go." I hand the Aztec tribal print bikini to her.

"Oh this is cute!" She exclaims.

"Yeah, don't rub it in." I laugh.

"Come on you goof. Let's go eat dinner." She jokes.

"Uh, could you just tell Harry I'm not hungry." I ask.

"Yeah, but are you sure? You haven't been down for dinner for the past two nights." She questions.

"Yeah, I'm sure." I say in a quiet voice.

She nods and closes the door as she walks out of it. I know Harry is probably mad, but I just can't go down there and be around all them right down. I just don't want to do it.

I go back to typing my essay until Harry barges into the door.

"Paige why aren't you coming to dinner?" He ask, his voice loud.

"I'm just not hungry." I shrug.

"That is what you have said the past two nights and I'm tired of it. You have to face life sometime or another. Life has obstacles and it not always perfect, but you can't hide from that!" He says.

"Like I don't know about hardships in life." I huff.

"Paige, just come down to dinner. Now." He say, annoyance laced in his voice.

"No, I don't want to." I say.

"Give me your phone right now." He yells and I put my phone into his outstretched hand. "You don't tell me no. When I say to do something I mean it, you don't back talk. Now get up and go to the dining room and eat your dinner. There is no reason to pout in your room all day."

I stand from the chair and walk out of my room. I let the tears fall out of overflowing eyes and onto my cheeks. I wipe them away fiercely as I take a puff of my inhaler. Harry walks directly behind me as I make my way down every flight of stairs. This is the first time Harry has yelled at me like that.

I walk into the dining room and set down at the chair I always sit in. A plate is slid in front of me and I push my food around the plate with my fork, occasionally taking a small bite. The boys are relatively silent as we eat in a complete state of awkwardness. Little small talk is made and I do not take part in any of it. I stay completely silent until everyone is finished.

Everyone stands from the table and gather in the media room, all except Zayn and Perrie. I manage to sneak off and decide to go shoot some basketballs.

I find my way to the indoor basketball court and pull the rack of balls out. I'm not sure who lived here before Harry, Niall, Zayn, Liam, and Louis, but it must have been someone that really liked basketball. I know Harry didn't have this indoor gym put it. They all are awful at basketball.

I shoot three balls before I feel light headed and have to take a puff of my inhaler. I'm so tired of this. I sigh and sit on the gym floor. I draw small circles with my fingertip on the wood. It must be getting pretty late by now, but I don't want to go upstairs.

I sit in my position for a while, just thinking about everything that has gone on since I was adopted by Harry. It seem like everything has gotten so much better, but at the same time, worse. I feel like I'm more of a burden to Harry then a pleasure and I know the other boys are annoyed by me. Christmas is next week and I think after that I will see if I can go back and live with Ms. Karen, my old librarian. Until Christmas though, I have to be on my best behavior. If I can just make it one more week with out bothering the boys to bad then maybe it will be a good Christmas and they will never have to see me again.

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I can't sleep. I lay awake in my roomy bed and stare straight up at the ceiling. I haven't spoken to Harry since dinner and I feel guilty.

I should have never back talked to him. I knew it was wrong and I did it anyway. My throat is scratchy and dry. I stand from the bed and open my door quietly. I don't want to wake anyone.

I quietly make my way down each flight of stairs, but when my breathing starts to get heavy I realize I forgot my inhaler. I thought I had it, but I guess not. I search around in the dark, the only light coming from the Christmas tree. I find an extra Harry put on the second floor in case anything like this ever happened. I take a quick puff and put it back in its place.

My breathing has been better lately, not great but closer. I can usually make it two flights of stairs before having to take a puff, which is a major accomplishment. Last week I couldn't take three steps without needing it.

I grab a water bottle and sip from it, feeling relief throughout my throat. I make my way back up the stairs when I hear yelling coming from Zayn's room. Him and Perrie must be fighting about something. I know it's around three in the morning so I'm not sure why they are still awake, but I carry on to my bedroom. I go to pass Harry's door when I hear his voice.

He sounds upset as he says, "Mom I just don't know what to do. I love her so much, but she is just so hurt right now and I yelled at her tonight and I could see it in her face."

He must be talking to his mom and she must being saying something back to him because he is quiet.

"I love her so so much, but I don't think she even wants to be around us anymore." He sighs.

"I know, I know. Go to sleep mom, I love you." He says and I can hear his phone being put down.

I knock on the door and open it.

"Harry can I come in?" I ask.

"Yeah, is everything okay?" He ask me, concern filling his voice.

I crawl up into the bed beside him and lay under the covers.

"No." I simply reply.

"What's wrong?" He ask, wrapping his arms around me.

"I'm sorry for back talking earlier." I say, my voice so quiet it's barely audible.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you. I just get so frustrated and it's all new to me. You know the parenting thing. I'm still getting used to it, so I am really sorry." He says.

"I know that I'm not the easiest to parent either, but I don't know, do you think it was mistake?" I ask.

"What?" He ask.

"Adopting me. I understand if you want me to go back. I can live with Ms. Karen and we can pretend like this never happened. Your young and I would understand if you thought it was a mistake. I'll leave." I say.

"Paige how could you think that? It was not a mistake, you are not a mistake and I don't want you to leave. I love you and you are my daughter. You will never be sent back." He says.

Maybe I won't have to leave after all.