Paige Noel Styles

Chapter 23

(Just wanted to be clear everything up with everyone about the Zayn situation in my book. I did not do write that chapter of him being mean because of him leaving the band. It just happened to be at the same time. I love Zayn and he will not be exiting my book! I'm actually excited to hear the music he is making on his own, so with that I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Love you all!)

Harry's P.O.V

Niall and I sit on the soft couch with Paige's head in Niall's lap and her feet in mine. SpongeBob plays on the television in front of us. Her soft breaths signals she's asleep. Paige's phone buzzes under her hand, bringing our attention away from the television and onto her phone.

"Who texted her?" I ask Niall.

He carefully pulls it out from under her hand. He wiggles his eyebrows at the name on the screen.

"Brooklyn." He smirks.

"Read it." I say.

"No. It's not our business."

"I pay the phone bill, so technically I can if I want." I shoot back.

"Don't care. She's a teen girl, you don't need to be snooping in her messages. You wouldn't want her reading your messages." He validates.

I hear the door open and immediately know who it is. Zayn comes in, frantic.

"Please let me explain. I am so sorry, so so sorry." He says.

"Death. Death Zayn. Paige could be dead right now. The doctors said it was a miracle she turned out fine." I huff.

"Harry I'm so sorry. I got into a stupid fight with Perrie that didn't even make sense. I was mad she left and I don't know. I took everything out on paige. What I said, w-what I said was awful." He collapses into the chair and puts his head in his hands. The sobs come out quiet, but they are defiantly there.

"Wanna know why she has been so upset lately?" I say, my tone all to harsh.

He looks up at me, his cheeks rosy.

"Because she doesn't feel welcome here. She thinks you all don't like her and like she is a burden. She was okay this morning, until you screamed those things at her and then she was met with the confirmation. She obviously knows now that the other boys love her, but you, well you. She knows how you feel now. This is the last thing she needed." I say in the harshest tone I have heard myself talk in for some time now.

"I don't hate her. I love her, she has to know that Harry." His sobs are uncontrollable now.

"Look, I'm not going to make her accept your apology or anything else. Your my best friend and I know that, but she doesn't have to have any contact with you if she doesn't want it. Honestly I wouldn't blame her if she doesn't want to ever talk to you again." I say flatly.

"I know, but I, I just, I feel so bad." He says.

"Keep your voice down, she's sleeping." I roll my eyes.

"Zayn maybe you should leave and stay somewhere else tonight." Niall says, speaking for the first time since Zayn arrived.

"You don't have to leave, but let this be known, if you ever speak to her like that again I will leave the band and I will never speak to you again. I don't know if I can stand to speak to you right now." I growl.

"We live in the same house." He says.

"Not for long. I'm going to look at houses tomorrow and paige and I will be moving out." I say.

"What, no!" Niall yells.

Paige wiggles on top of us.

"Shhh." I warn him.

"Sorry Harry, but please don't move out." He pleads.

"I'm not making paige live in an environment like this." I explain.

Paige sits up, rubbing her eyes. She sees Zayn and you can see the fear on her face as she sinks back into Niall's shoulder.

Zayn's face drops at the sight and stands up. He saunters off with a pained nod.

"Go upstairs to your bed, its late." I tell her.

She nods sheepishly before shuffling up the stairs.

"You can't move out." Niall sighs.

"I want the best for paige." I say, rubbing my tired eyes.

"We are good for Paige. You know Zayn loves her, did you not see him crying. He never cries, Haz." He says with his pleading eyes.

"I don't want to talk about it anymore." I let out a loud sigh and stand up from the couch.

Niall does the same with a disappointing shake of the head. We walk up each flight of stairs in silence.

"Night mate." I say as I turn into my bedroom and close the door behind me.

I take off my jeans and slip on a pair of sweat pants before going over to Paige's bedroom. I lightly knock my knuckles on the wooden door and turn it open. I find her laying on her bed, absorbed in her phone with a wide smile on her face.

"Hey paigey, what are you smiling at?" I question her.

"Nothing, but I do have a question." She sits up.

"What is it?" I ask, sitting on the edge of her comfy bed.

"Do you care if I go out with Brooklyn Friday?" She smiles nervously.

"Wellllll," I joke.

"Pleaseeee." She pouts.

"Who is going to be driving you and going to be with you?" I question her.

"His families driver." She says.

"Okay, well as long as you behave I guess you can go." I sigh.

"Thank you!" She squeals and hugs me tightly.

"Your welcome. You seem to feel better." I point out.

"Yeah, pretty good." She shrugs.

"It's late, go to sleep." I instruct as I stand from the bed and kiss her cheek.

"Goodnight." She calls as I close the door to her room and head straight to mine, proudly wearing a goofy grin that only she can cause.

That's my daughter.