Paige Noel Styles

Chapter 2

The alarm on my phone goes off and I look at the time. 6:00 it reads.

I jump out of bed and put on my nicest outfit for the day. I fix my hair nice and apply a little
Makeup. The butterflies are already starting to swim around in my stomach. I slip on a pair of shoes and sneak through the small house. The old wood creaks under my feet, even though I try to be as light as possible.

I finally reach the door and it screeches open. I think my mom is probably passed out with a hangover anyway, so I'm not sure why I am trying to be so secrete.

Once I'm out of the door the cold air hits my face hard. I walk quickly down the road, pass all the crappy old houses in my neighborhood. Once I finally reach the library I knock five times, signaling that it's me.

Ms. Karen opens the door and says, "Paige, come in, good morning dear."

"Good morning." I beam.

"Are those boys coming to pick you up?" She questions.

"Yeah, the email said they would be here at seven." I gush.

"Alrighty well I'm going to the back room. You can sit at my desk and wait for them." She says, before paving off.

"Okay!" I call.

When seven rolls around a knock on the door brings me to my feet. I jump off the stool I was setting on and run over to the door. I swing it open to reveal five boys.

"Hello. Are you Paige?" Harry says.

"Yes I am. It's nice to meet you." I extend my hand and they each shake it, one by one.

"Are you ready love?" Louis ask.

"Yes." I say steeping out of the door and closing it behind me.

We walk down the side walk and over to a sleek, black Escalade. Zayn opens the door and takes my hand as I step up into it. Harry jumps into the drivers seat, Louis in the passenger, leaving me in the back middle along with Niall and Zayn. The boys made Liam set in the back, against his will.

"Okay, whose ready for breakfast?" Harry ask as he starts up the car and knocks it into drive.

"I am!" Niall exclaims.

"Me to." I laugh.

"Count me in." The other boys say.

Once we reach the restaurant, I can see that it is a very nice place. I have never been to anywhere this nice. The boys lead me into the restaurant and our waiter seats us at a round table.

"So Paige, where do you go to school at?" Zayn ask.

"I am actually home schooled." I explain.

"Oh cool. How old are you?" Harry ask.

"I will be fifteen in a month." I say.

"Fifteen? you look much younger than that." Louis laughs.

"I get that a lot." I blush.

The rest of the day flys by. Ice skating, walks through lights, lunch, and pure fun. When it gets to dinner time we end up going to a fancy restaurant that management made reservations for. Like breakfast and lunch the waiter seats us at a round table, takes our orders, and heads off.

"Do you guys always eat at such fancy places?" I ask.

"No, actually. Only for important things like business meetings, interviews, things like that. I think management just wanted to give you the best today." Harry laughs.

Throughout the day, I have grown fond of each of the boys, but Harry seems to be the fondest. He is very fond of me also, I think. Each of them have been extremely nice, and feel like friends.

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HARRYS P.O.V

"Excuse me, I'm going to head to the restroom, for a minute." I say standing.

"Actually I need to go to." Niall says, standing up and following.

I'm a little confused as to why he would come along, they is until he talks.

"I got it." He says.

"Got what?" I confusedly question.

"She gets beaten, by who I don't know, but she gets beaten." He explains.

"Niall that's crazy." I shake my head.

Although I believe him.

"No it's not, man. She has bruises on her face, she's homeschooled, she has bruises on her arm that looks like someone grabbed her really hard. My friend from back home got abused and that's exactly how he acted to and exactly those types of marks on his face. I know what I'm talking about." Niall talks, really fast.

"What are we going to do about it? What if she isn't actually abused though?" I sigh.

"She is. Trust me." Niall says. His eyes are filled with worry.

"What are we going to do about it?" I ask.

"Well tomorrow we can go to the library we picked her up from and talk to the librarian. She might know something about her." He says.

"Okay, but until then, keep your mouth shut. Don't tell any of the other boys about this." I say seriously.

He nods his head and we walk back to the table, we didn't even make it all the way for the bathroom, but I don't need to use it after learning that.