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

Chapter 4

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I did not get enough sleep the other night, I was up and ready at around 7. I took a bath and bounced down the stairs. Zayn was still sleeping, I thought about surprising him with breakfast in bed. I was trying my best, I wanted this relation to work, I wanted everything to be okay between Zayn and me.  

As soon as I got into the kitchen, I heard a knock on my door. Shit, I cussed down my breath. This had to happen? Out of all the days, today? I lazily walked to the door and saw Scarlett. I was so happy to see her, she has been an off and on kind of patient, she will be here and the next day you know she will be calling me to tell me that she was done with therapy. A lot like Harry. 

"Scarlett!", anyone would be able to make out that I was happy to see her. 

She walks in and sits on the couch, pushing her hair out of her face, "Paige, I..." 

"You want something to drink?", I offer, she looks extremely exhausted.  

Scarlett looks at me and sighs huge, "I did not go home the other night. I was out, the whole fucking night." 

I take a seat next to her and nod; I wanted her to know I was listening so that she would go on. She was on the verge of crying, "I did not sleep and I was out." 

"Scarlett, what did you do the whole night?", I inquired. She looks at me and immediately looks away. 

I sigh, getting up, "You cannot drink like that. Scarlett, you need to understand that this is harming you! And no one else, but you." 

Scarlett rubs her eye and nods, "I know. But the worst part was none of my parents called me, they didn't even bother asking where I was." 

My heart sinks and reaches down to my stomach, that's sad. I get her a glass of juice, "Drink this and calm down." 

Scarlett sips it down and tears form in her eyes, I walk to her patting her back, "Listen, go home. Talk to them; ask them why they didn't call. Talk about it, Scarlett." 

She nods, "I'm sorry for being such an idiot, about therapy too." 

I shrug, "You don't have to be. This...this is fear. You going back and forth, that's fear." 

"Fear?", she furrows her brow. 

I smile at her, "Yes, because deep down inside you know this helps you. And you're scared that one day you might actually feel better about everything." 

She shakes her head, "And why would that scare me?" 

I grin at her, "Because you are used to your old self, and it scares you because you think you're changing." 

"But I am changing.", she states. 

I nod, "You're changing, but for the best." 

Scarlett looks so happy today and it makes it all worth it. My purpose is complete when people walk out of the door, all smiling and happy. I lock the door behind Scarlett, and literally run back to the kitchen, preparing a coffee and some eggs, I take it upstairs.  

I keep the tray over the little side table and smile at Zayn. He looks so peaceful and gorgeous; he might get mad at me for waking him up. Zayn is not a morning person. I shrug to myself and sit over the edge of the bed, running my hand over his chest. He groans and I let out a soft laugh.