Dangerously In Love (Harry Styles Fan Fiction) - ON HOLD

Chapter 1

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Paige Berry. As my name already tells, I'm a helper. I work as a therapist. As a kid, no matter who asked me, I always said that I wanted to be a hairstylist. I loved playing with my hair, doing different hairstyles. But, when life hit me, it hit me real hard. I realized what it really was that the world needed...HELP. 

The thought of me trying to help people and make the world a better place for them makes me happy, it makes me feel alive. I heal people; at least I like to think I do. I listen to them, I lend them an ear and if it helps them, I'm successful. That's what I feel about my job. 

I decided to be a therapist when my parents got divorced. I talked to both of them, but I moved out. It was years later after their divorced that my Mom passed away. I was shattered and in a dark place for a very long time. I helped people when they were in a dark place but when I stood there; I realized how upsetting it is. It was hard for a while but I had to pull myself out of it. I still talk to my Dad and we're doing okay. 

"Paige?", I jump and snap out of my thoughts. 

I turn to look at him and I grin, "Zayn, when did you get here?" 

He leans in and pecks on my lips, "I thought I'd come and see you since you don't get time to hang out with me anymore." 

It was the same argument between us, every single time. We fought about this, and only this.  

I sigh and he rolls his eyes at me, "I'm not mad at you, babe. But, I would like to see my girlfriend once in a while, you know?" 

"Zayn, I work. And this job doesn't allow me a fucking life, I know that.", I get up and walk to the kitchen. I had a nice place to live; I just bought this place a few months ago. The job has been paying me well, though all I care about it helping people. 

He follows me to the kitchen, "I miss you, Paige." 

I turn and look at him, his eyes were shining. God, how much I love those eyes. I sit over the counter in the kitchen and reach out for his hand pulling him between my legs, "I miss you too, baby. But you do understand that I like doing this, you know?" 

He pulls the strand of hair away from my face and runs his fingers over my cheeks, "I know that. I've always been supportive, am I not?" 

I nod quickly before his doubts could take over, "You are. That's what I love about you." 

He tangles his hands between my hairs, "I just need some time with you, Paige." 

I did not have a strong case, he did. I sigh and look away from him.  

Zayn puts his hand over my chin and makes me look at him, "I love you." 

"I know.", I say and smirk, "I love you too, Zayn." 

Before he could talk any further I rush my lips to his. Every time my lips meet his, the argument stops. And that's probably the reason why I rush to kiss him halfway of our argument. He takes me off the counter and I wrap my legs around his waist. I let out a moan when he sucks my neck.  

Zayn paces out and sits me on the sofa, "You're so fucking hot!" 

He jumps on me, pulling my top over my head and I let out a moan, he chuckles, "Dammit Paige, stop doing that." 

I rub my hand over his area and he groans, "Oh, Paige." 

Everything, my moment was ruined when my phone started to buzz. Zayn gets off of me and I look at him with an apologetic look over my face.