He's Different

Chapter Nine

                            AUTHORS NOTE:                           

Oh my god guys I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT JARED AND IM SO SORRY LOL. I knew I was forgetting someone, but I edited the last two chapters so he was a part of it. Again, I'm extremely sorry!          

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I woke up to the sound of birds chirping, my eyes fluttered as I groaned. I tried to move but for some reason I couldn't. I felt strong arms pull me back and I looked over my shoulder, seeing a sleeping Paul.

I pursed my lips and eyed the room before me, this must me Pauls house, sure as hell wasnt mine. I turned my body so that I could look at him, I stared at his peaceful face, and his eyes opened. Paul raised a brow and gave me a playful smirk.

"Well good morning sleeping beauty." I laughed quietly, and he rolled his eyes.

"I should be calling you that." He stroked my hair, before pulling me against his chest.

I giggled, and brought my hands up to his face, before reality hit me, "Shit, Charlie!"

I sat up, and Paul laughed, "Just realized that?"

I nodded, my back turned towards him as I stood up. I stretched my arms above my head and Paul raised an eyebrow, "Shit, clothes." I said, my voice slightly panicking.

He pushed himself out of bed, and went over to his closet. He didn't really have anything, considering most of the time he had his shirt off. He took out a large plain white shirt, and some sweats.

"This is all I got, sorry princess." Paul handed them to me. I was wearing my original shirt and shorts, but they were all dirty.

I gave him a loving smile, "It's alright, I like this kind of outfit." He eyed me, before putting on a smug look.

"What?" I said, and he just grinned.

"Nothing, nothing, bathroom is the second door to the right." His eyes watched me as I slipped out of the door, watching me.

I flipped my hair dramatically, opening the door to the bathroom. I quickly peeled out of the clothes I was wearing, and put on the shirt and dark blue sweats.

I looked at myself in the mirror, and frowned. I still had a hair tie around my wrist, so I put my long blonde hair in a ponytail. I was finally satisfied with how I look, well, this was the best I could do.

I peeked inside his room, just putting my head in. Paul wasn't there and I narrowed my eyes. I heard him downstairs, or I hoped that was him, and automatically descended down the stairs, acting like I was apart of a fashion show.

He was standing in the kitchen, his bare back facing me. I couldn't help but smile, he was like a prince in my eyes. He turned to face me and put on another smug face.

"Take a picture sweetheart, it'll last longer." He teased, picking up two plates and setting them down on the round oak table.

I blushed at this, and yanked one plate towards me. I stared down at the food, and snorted. He was so adorable, I couldn't stand it. On my egg it spelled out, "I Love You."

He smiled proudly, as he shoveled some egg into his mouth. "It's not really that great, but I just wanted you to know."

I glanced up at him, a small smile coming to my face. Was it weird that I wanted to cry all of a sudden? I hold back the tears that were threatening to roll down my face, "No, it's cute. I love you too." My voice cracked slightly, and I inhaled deeply, before taking a bite of bacon.