Blame It On Me [Paul Lahote x OC]

Chapter 14: Wedding Invitations.

Of course you didn't want to go alone, you had pride and you wanted to show off to both Ginny and Harry that you managed to find someone. You didn't want to look like an old biddy whose only real companions in life are 10 cats. And bringing your best friend who's a female would be strange as well. It's a few days before the wedding and you sigh, sitting on Emily's porch with your head in your hands and between your knees. 

Someone taps your shoulder and you look up at Emily, her scarred face happy and eyes glistening with mischief. She sits down beside you, »you've been sitting here for the past two hours. Even after I told you that Leah and the rest won't be here until lunch.«

»I know. I'm sorry.«
»What's wrong?«
»It's just that I've realised a few things after that bonfire, but I haven't realised what I want in life. Or whom to spend it with.«
»Imprinting doesn't sway you, eh?«
You chuckle, »no. I don't understand it.«
»Or maybe you don't want to accept it.« You look at her and blink. »Don't think about it, think of Paul as a regular guy who wants to shower you with attention.«

The pack starts approaching, fooling around with each other. Leah waves with a smile and you sigh, waving back with Emily. Paul's face only grows brighter as he gets nearer.

»Regular guy, huh?«
»Kya, wanna go swimming?« Leah asks and you shake your head, »I didn't bring anything.«
»It'll be just the two of us, you don't need anything.«

You scoff as Seth chimes in he wants to go too, but you notice Paul's eyes went from bright to cold in a matter of seconds.

»Only in your dreams, mate.« You look at Paul and smile, »but I'll go if Paul goes.«
They all go silent, then cheers erupt, Jared hitting Paul's shoulder in victory. Leah smiles and walks in, followed by Emily. You get up and step up to Paul, cheeks flushed. He takes your hand gently, entwining his fingers with yours and the two of you make your way to the beach.

Paul leads you up to the cliff and your eyes go wide, almost dizzy from looking down. His arm rests around you waist and he grins, »ready to take your clothes off?«

Before you could say anything he strips of his jeans shorts and sneakers, which makes you stutter from the sight of this buffed young man wearing only boxers. You've seen boys in their underwear before and less, but Paul was practically a man at this point.

»I didn't bring anything with me...«
»What happened to going naked if I go with you?« He winks and your roll your eyes, stripping down to your underwear, which entitle a black and purple bra and matching shorts. Paul's eyes are mesmerised on your body and he only grins wider, pressing you flush against him.

»Hold onto me and you'll be fine.« He says as he looks into your eyes. You nod, cheeks dusted with crimson red. The two of you push off the high cliff and howl in extasy, adrenaline pumping through your veins instead of blood as you straighten your body and break the water's surface. Paul's arm leaves your body and you look at the glimmering surface with a smile, feeling almost blissful. Breathing in deeply, you look around with your smile almost disappearing.

»Paul?« You turn around and notice he's nowhere to be found, so you start freaking out. »Paul!«
His arms suddenly wrap around your waist from behind, scaring you. You slap his arm, »you scared me!«
»Sorry, princess.«

The two of you sit on the beach, the sand underneath your soaking bodies. Shortly after you left the water Paul went and got both your clothes and shoes. You lean your body against his chest as he rests on the sand on one arm, playing with your curly locks.

»Paul?«
»Yeah, princess?«
»What's imprinting like?« You look at him and he stares at you full of love, then lies down to look at the clouds. »It's like soaring through the air, feeling like your body's gonna burst from adrenaline.«
»That doesn't sound healthy.«
He chuckles and slides his fingers delicately down your arm, »it's an amazing feeling.«
»So you'd feel the same way for whomever you'd imprint on?«
»I could choose to be anything I'd want to them. But I chose to be more to you.«
Looking at him with a sweet smile, you trace his lips and chiselled chin with your finger. At that point you finally accepted him as a regular guy who wanted your attention.

»Have you ever been to a wedding?« He looks at you and shakes his head. »My... Friends are getting married and I – I'd really appreciate you coming with me. In fact, I want you to come with me.«

»Why not Leah or Seth?«
»Weddings are a formal gathering. They are my best friends, but... They're not you.«
He sits up and smiles cheekily, pulling you against him in order to plant a chaste kiss on your lips.

And it was the most amazing feeling ever as electricity flowed back and forth between you two.