Finally Fitting In

Chapter 4

A/N: FILLER CHAPTER. This chapter’s kinda boring at first, but it’ll make sense later on!

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Paige’s Mom’s POV

    I dropped my phone on the cold kitchen tile in disbelief. Oh, was she going to get it! I can’t believe Paige in planning on running away! Why am I stuck with such a selfish brat? I don’t know what’s going through that girl’s head, but I sure as hell know what I’m going to do to her once I find her! Anger rushed through every bone in my body as I took a seat at the kitchen table. I tried to recall all possible places she might have gone. Searching for answers, I spotted Paige’s bright blue Coach wristlet across the table. A smirk appeared upon my face with the realization that Paige had no money. There was no possible way she could afford to stay at a hotel for the night, so I knew she’d be staying with a friend. It would take hours trying to track down the friend she was staying with. Ugh. But then it hit me; I remembered hearing from my ex-husband that you could track down someone’s location through their phone bill. This was PERFECT. I knew Paige had her phone on her, considering she used it to call me earlier. Plus, she treats that phone like it’s her baby, it never leaves her sight! I knew immediately what I had to do to find her, and when I did, she would know to never disobey me like that again!

Paige’s POV

    I pried my eyes open, squinting as the morning sun beamed through the curtains. As I began to roll out of bed, I soon realized the tight grip around my waist. As much as loved the feeling of his muscular arms around my slender torso, I had to face my reality sooner or later. Shit. I knew I had gotten myself into a lot of trouble with my parents, and knowing my mom, she was going to make sure I got the punishment I deserved.

“Damn it.” I swore under my breath. Trying not to wake up him up.

“Well someone’s in a good mood.” Louis said sarcastically.

I jumped at the sound of his rough, morning voice. For as frustrated as I was, I have to admit; it sounded pretty sexy.

“Geez, Lou! You scared the shit outta me!” I threw a pillow at the sleepy boy.

“Hey, hey! Violent much? Don’t I deserve a ‘Good Morning’?” he exclaimed.

“Good morning.” I replied with a smirk. Louis chuckled, and began to fake-cry.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, clearly mocking his tone.

“Well, it’s just that... that... you didn’t say you loved me! I thought we had something special!” Louis was trying to contain himself.

“I love you my little Boobear! Happy now?” I questioned.

“Very.” Louis continued on, “Oh and one more thing.”

“Anything for my sweet lover boy.” I replied.

“Since you are staying at El casa del Louis, you must serve the royal king breakfast!”

“Fine. What do you want to eat?”

“Well, considering I don’t have much food around here, I would like you to make me french toast with scrambled eggs!”

“Alright, I’m warning you, I’m not the best cook!” I sighed dramatically. I watched to see what his reaction was to my comment.

“Well you’re in luck! Because you happened to have one of the best chefs in Doncaster helping you out!” he exclaimed.

“Oh yeah, and who would that be?” I replied flirtatiously.

“THE ONE AND ONLY LOUIS THE TOMMO TOMLINSON!” he yelled.