Love doesn't exist?(N.H) {ON HOLD}

Chapter 26

(Paisley's pov)

"Wake up birthday girl!!" Joey screams while jumping up and down on my bed, and holding Peyton in his arms. What the fuck?! That's not safe!

"Joey give her to me!" I ordered, sitting up in my bed.

"Okay, okay," he said, handing her over. She is my baby girl! Mine!

"Why did you wake me up? On my birthday, I would at least like to sleep in," I stated.

"You did. It is almost noon," he protested.

"Oh," I shut up.

"Mom said to come downstairs. She has a surprise for both you and Bonnie. Oh, and wake her up too," Joey left after giving me the message.

"Come on baby girl! Let's go wake up Bonnie." I chided, carrying Peyton with me to wake up Bonnie. This should be interesting.

"Bonnie?" I said, knocking on her door. I got no answer.

I barged in, chanting "Wake up! Wake up!" Peyton was bouncing in my arms, clapping her tiny hands.

"What? Why?" Bonnie grumbled.

"Tis your birthday. Ye shall awake at noon!" I coughed out.

"Hahaha! Your funny! But seriously, why are you waking me up?" She said with a sarcastic tone in her voice at first.

"Momma wants us downstairs. Joe said she has a surprise for us," I put my hand up in defense. You never know how Bonnie can be in the morning. Even if it's Noon.

"Fine," she said, getting out of her cozy bed.

The walls in this room really do need a make over. They are so bland. White really isn't Bonnie's happy color. Blue is! That shall be my present to her. I will paint her room. My walls are gonna be painted soon anyway. I will do it then.

"Let's go get this over with," Bonnie sighed. I still don't get why she is such a negative nacy on her birthday. I know I'm not the one to talk, but come on. It's our eighteenth birthday for crying out loud!

We walked down the stairs in slow motion. We want to scare them when we get down there. And running down the stairs with a baby in your arms would not help. There was a sound coming from the kitchen. We tiptoed into the dinning room, and hid under the island, until they were done with their conversation.

"BOO!" Bonnie and I shouted while Peyton waved her hands in excitement.

"Ahh! W-why do you two always to that!? Every year!" Momma proclaimed.

"Haha. Got ya!" We said in unusion.

"Sit down," Momma ordered. We obeyed. "It is your birthday, so I wanted to make an extra special breakfast!" Once mom slid to the left or her right, she revealed that the counter was packed with different breakfast entree. French toast, eggs and bacon, biscuits and gravey, Hash, Oatmeal, Grits, Pancakes, homemade Waffles, Cinnabons, breakfast burritos, Sausage, and my favorite, breakfast casserole! My mouth watered with hunger. I have never been this hungry in my life.

"Shit momma! How long did this take you?" I squeaked.

"Four hours!" Michael yawned.

"You didn't have to do all this," Bonnie said. Taking a piece of bacon.

"It is your eighteenth birthday! Now quit complaining and eat up!" Mom ordered, again.

"Fine, fine," I say at the the table as mom put the food in front of us.

I picked a little of each and every dish. Mostly the breakfast casserole, but I was stuffed like a turkey when I was finally finished.

"Wow! That was good," I huffed in delight, patting my stomach.

"I'm glad you liked it!" Momma called from the living room. "Now go and get ready. We are leaving in a half hour," she demanded.

"Why may I ask?" I questioned.

"We... are going shopping for a dress for both of you," Joey blurted.

"What? Why?!" Bonnie and I squeaked.

"Did I miss it yet?!" I heard JJ come yelling from the door. When did he get here?

"Do you want to tell them?" Michael asked, holding Liam in his arms. Peyton was still in mine. I feed her some of my food. Food she could actually eat.

"Tell us what?" Bonnie sneered.

"We got you One Direction tickets, " JJ said, out of breath.

"Whot?" I tried to say with some food in my mouth.

"Front row... Backstage passes," he continued.

"Ahhhhhh!!!" Bonnie screamed.

"How could you afford this?" I interjected.

"We all pitched in. It wasn't as much as we thought for three tickets," Momma said.

"Whoa, wait... Three tickets?" I repeated.

"Yeah, three," Joey sassed.

"Who's all going?" I questioned.

"You, Bonnie, and.... Me," JJ shrugged, placing his hands in his outstandingly tight fitting jeans. I love his ass in those jeans. OH MY GOSH, Paisley stop!

"Where's the concert?" Bonnie squealed.

"That's the best part!" Mom started, "It's in New York City!" She jumped in excitement.

"What?!!!!!" I screamed. I have always wanted to go there. And now I can! Ahhhhh!!!!

Bonnie and I ran over to momma, Joe, and Michael. JJ stood to the right of them. I shuffled over to him once I escaped the grasp of Momma and Bonnie's group hug.

"Thank you so much," I said, nussling my head into the crock of his neck. "I love you."

"I love you too. More than you will ever know," he countered.

"So, when is the event?" Bonnie erupted from the hug session.

"Next Saturday," Joey answered.

"Are we leaving on Friday?" I asked.

Nobody answered. Bonnie and I looked at them with glaring eyes. If they think we are going to get up at six in the moning, just to catch a train to be only six hours early the concert, they are wrong.

"No, you are actually leaving tomorrow. You are going to be there until next Sunday," Michael fessed up.

"Really?" I arched my eyebrow.

"Yes! I wanted to make this the best birthday ever, for the both of you," Momma said.

"Thank you," I hugged momma as tighly as I could. I love my momma.

(A/N:) Thank you all so so so much. I love writing, and all the reads make me want to keep writing, but I have more than this story to write. Next chapter should be intense. I hope. In the next four or five chapters there will be a very eventful chapter that will shock you all. Maybe. Again, I am sorry for any grammer, spelling, etx. errors. I try my best, but some little mistakes pass by me. I know this gets annoying, but please keep reading, voting, and commenting. Love you all. Bye! Oh, and HAPPY HALLOWEEN!