It's Better In Black & White ✎ n.h.

Chapter 16

A/N: Guyyysss, I hope you like whatever I write today. Yes, I write my author's note before doing the actual writing lol.

Anyways, thanks to everyone who sent me suggestions for the ship names!! The following are the ones that I chose:

Paige & Niall- Piall (I know, it's funny and cute! Plus a couple of people sent me this one)

Lauren & Liam- LiLa (Because my bestie is really clever and thought about how Liam and Louis were Lilo. Thanks Steph!)

*At the side there's a picture of Derek!*

That's all I've got for now, read on! :)

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Paige's POV

I stood there dumbfounded while Derek greeted me with a kiss. Part of me wanted to push him away, the other part was just too shocked over having him here in front of me. Surprise overruled me and my body and just when I finally snapped out of it and was about to push him away, he backed away.

"Are you alright?" he asked, concern filling his expression. 

I stared at his handsome face and then to his gorgeous brown eyes that used to give me butterflies and keep me up at night; and I felt absolutely nothing. 

Then a thought hit me... Niall!

I turned around, looking for the blonde Irishman that had slowly stolen my heart without my permission, but he was no where to be seen. Realization hit me so hard I felt like puking; he had seen Derek kissed me. He was probably thinking God knows what!.

"Paige, baby, you didn't answer. Are you alright?" Derek asked again. I looked up at him, meeting his worried eyes and told him the truth.

"No, I don't. I feel like throwing up" I breathed out. I needed to find Niall. I had to talk to him and explain everything. 

"Oh, I'm sorry honey. Let's go up to your room, okay?"

"No!" I blurted out. He eyed me suspiciously.

"I mean. C'mon Derek, I'm feeling horrible and I would prefer to go through this alone if you don't mind" I mumbled, looking down at the ground.

"Why won't you let me take care of you? I'm your boyfriend, it's one of the many things that are part of the package for being in a relationship" he said.

I felt guilt crawl up my stomach and I felt even more sick.

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, but I can't... I want to be alone, please understand. I'll call you later alright?" I didn't wait for his answer, I was walking away but he grabbed my arm and made me face him.

"Call me? Like you have in the past two weeks? Oh yeah, you haven't. The couple of times we've talked it's been because I called you. What the hell is going on with you? Is there something you want to tell me?" he asked sternly. His voice hard. This is the part that scared me about him. Sometimes he had a crazy look in his eyes and I felt myself cower at his presence.

"No, no! Nothing. I just don't feel so hot right now. I'm not going to be any fun, I'm just going straight to bed. Can we talk tomorrow?" I felt like I was asking for his permission and I hated myself for it.

He studied me, his eyes had a calculating edge to them and a shiver ran up my spine. I tried my best to hold his gaze but I couldn't. I lowered my eyes to his chest.