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PAul Lahote | Back to 505 (Part II)

By : stansethandpaul | Tumblr

Summary: She's noticed how distant he's been thinking that she's merely a past memory to him after he joined Sam's gang.

TW!: depression (or hints to), abandonment, injuries, angst, verbal arguments, gaslighting, cheating, mentions of sex, blood, cursing (let me know if I missed anything else)

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Murmurs could be heard throughout the hospital room. Paul stood there eyeing y/n's unconscious body as Carlisle told Sam about her injuries.

"Well, she doesn't have any life-threatening injuries luckily. However, her wrist might take months to heal and her shoulder was impaled on a tree branch, presumably when she was getting thrown around." Sam nodded in acknowledgment to the diagnosis and turned to Paul. His eyebrows were knit together in concern as his lips were pressed into a thin line, no one has seen the infamous Lahote like this. Ever.

"She'll be fine Paul, go home and get some sleep, Carlisle will keep an eye on her," a suggestion from Sam to the hotheaded wolf.

"I can't leave her side again, I promised her I wouldn't Sam. Plus, I'm not letting a bloodsucker stay in the same room as her." A scowl etched onto his face. A discontent sigh left Sam's mouth before he patted his shoulder and left the room.

Y/N's POV

A groan slipped past my lips as I felt a thumping headache and piercing lights that awoke me. Was it morning again? Was that all just a bad dream? I turned my body as my eyes fluttered open, greeted by the sight of a white hospital room and a familiar face. Maybe it wasn't a dream after all. He was different from the last time I saw him, a tattoo adorned his arm, and although he was always buff before, his muscles seemed to practically be bulging now with Sam's gang tattoo on one arm. His face never changed though, he still looked like the Paul that I relied on...the Paul that I loved. Suddenly, I was staring into his eyes. His once confident facade was replaced by one full of concern and anguish, his brows furrowed and eyebags situated underneath his eyes. He got up and made his way to me swiftly, causing the chair to fall backward from the sudden movement.

"Does anything hurt y/n? Do you remember who I am?" His hands cupped my face as he asked, his eyes pooled with worry and distraught while awaiting an answer from me.

"I'm fine Lahote, now if you could let go," pulling my face back from his hands, "you're hurting my face" I whispered as I retreated. He pulled his hands back, sighing in the process. I turned away from him, my back towards him now as I stared out the window and listening to the pitter-patter of the rain.

"I'm sorry I let you get hurt like this," he blurted, "I was trying to get to you as fast as I could-"

"This was nothing Paul," I said, cutting him off from his initial sentence.

"I was already hurt before," I continued, out of the corner of my eye I could see his chest rising rapidly as his emotions built up.

"Who was it, I'll kill them," he questioned whilst pacing back and forth.

"I was hurt when you left me, Paul, you disappeared with no trace. Hell, I thought you were dead Lahote," my voice cracking as I tried keeping my composure, "You forgot about me, you vanished like nothing. Do you know how many nights I went sleepless, waiting for a reply from you, a sign, fucking hell even a mere glimpse of you would've been fine. I thought I would never see you again." By now, tears were pouring down my face thinking of all those fall days that I suffered through. The leaves seemed to change and go, and so did the seasons. But my worries and feelings for Paul never left, even after so many weeks. It killed me each day to reminisce of our days spent together, getting chased through the halls by him or stealing his lunch when he wasn't looking just to get a soft punch on my arm from him. I missed him, I really did. I'm ecstatic for him to be back but I can't just forgive him so soon after leaving like that. Those tears I shed for him, those days I spent cooped up in my room while watching my phone get the occasional worried texts from my friends or parents. I just can't let go of the pain he caused me.

"I-I'm really sorry, I had to leave and I couldn't explain it to you during that time but I just had-" He rambled on, trying to excuse his actions.

"Paul, I want the truth. I want you to tell me everything instead of an excuse. I've been met with too many excuses from everyone and honestly after that encounter with a fucking vampire, I think I can handle whatever you left me for." I said, wiping my tears away with my sleeves. I realized during those days cooped up in my room, although it would take a long time for me to forgive him, I just wanted him back in my life. I loved him, I loved him as my friend, maybe even more than a friend.

I heard him exhaling before picking up the chair and putting it next to my bed.

"Please at least look at me y/n, I've missed your face so please look at me." Paul pleaded, his voice laced with desperation. I turned my face back towards him and if it wasn't for the shooting pain in my head and shoulders, I think I would've had my eyes bulging out of my head. Paul Lahote, THE. Paul Lahote was crying. He was always someone that's never shown much emotion besides anger and the occasional goofiness, never have I seen him cry, ever.

"I'm sorry for crying, really, I just crumble whenever you cry." He choked out before collecting himself. He held my hand, before explaining everything. His sudden disappearance and how it was because he was a shapeshifter, how he had to patrol every day hence his absence from school, imprinting, and his messages, calls, and emails that were ignored due to not wanting to involve me and put me in harm's way. Ironic really since I was still injured, with or without him there. Lastly, he said something that made my eyes widen.

"I imprinted on you." He blurted out, waiting for my reaction. Is he fucking serious, he leaves me for weeks on end, no response and tries to excuse it by saying all of this, which to some extent I get, but to fucking mention that he imprinted on me like it was nothing?

"Are you fucking with me Lahote? Is this a cruel joke Richard told you to pull after fucking my best friend? Is it?" I screeched, tears streamed down my face again. "You can't just leave me and tell me all of this expecting it to be fine Paul, you left me with unanswered questions Paul, do you know how much I loved you and how worried I was?" I choked out the last few words before my body was heaving up and down from the sobs leaving me.

His lips pressed into a thin line as he formed fists, noticing how his knuckles turned white from the pressure.

"I know, I fucked up y/n. I'm not asking for your forgiveness cause fuck, I kicked myself in the ass every day for having to leave you like that. I missed being around you, I missed your brilliant smile and the naps in your lap. I missed everything about you, I really did. There wasn't a fleeting moment that I didn't think about you. I hoped that by staying out of your life, I could keep you safe, you would be away from those leeches," he chuckled dryly before continuing, "clearly not because you ended up with a broken wrist and a stick that impaled your shoulder."

"I want you to give me a chance, if that's even possible, I want this to start over properly. I never got to confess to you my true feelings, I loved you ever since we met, something about your personality was just so captivating. I'm sorry that I ran, I was scared for you, I was scared about what would happen to you y/n." He held my hand as he kept talking, my tears landing on his hands and rolling off.

"I want time to process all of this Paul, I can't forgive you so easily but I can give you another chance. I want you to prove to me that we can fix this and that you won't abandon me this time. I'm not someone that you can just throw away like a ragdoll Lahote." I managed to remark through my sobs. "The middle of an adventure, such a perfect place to start." Muttering before putting my hands on his face, tilting it towards me.

Without hesitation, I leaned down, lips colliding and moving in sync. I pulled away, gasping for air. I can't forgive him, but I want him to prove to me that he's committed to this, to me.

"You know y/n, I'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck," He said, snickering before he was met with a brisk slap against his arm. I laid down again, feeling his lips press against my forehead.

"We can start this journey again after you get some sleep. I'll show you everything and prove to you that I'm dedicated, however, I shouldn't really need to since I'm THE Paul Lahote." He said, kissing his muscles as a joke which was accompanied by a laugh from me.

I guess we are going back to 505 after all.