Paige Noel Styles

Chapter 5

Paige's p.o.v

We pull into a driveway and stop at the gates. Harry pushes a code into a box and the gates open. We pull through to reveal a very large house. It's absolutely beautiful.

"Wow. This place is gorgeous." I murmur.

The boys laugh and shake their heads.

We pull into a garage and the boys all help me out, worried I am going to hurt myself.

"Okay, Paige this is your home now." Louis smiles.

"What was my surprise?" I ask.

"I will show you, but first let's take a tour of the house." Harry smirks.

We walk from the entryway to the living room before I have to stop.

"Hold on. I can't go any farther." I say, out of breath.

"The doctors said you would be weak. I will carry you on my back." Liam says.

"You don't have to do that." I say.

"I want to." He picks me up and carries me piggy back style throughout the large house.

We make our way throughout the entire house and once we get to the third floor of the house Liam sets me down.

"This is the floor where we all have our bedrooms. This is Zayn's, this one is Louis, and that is Niall's, and on this side is Liam's, then mine, and now yours." Harry smiles. Pointing to a door.

On the door it says Paige Noel Styles in black cursive letters. Harry opens the door and we walk inside. The room is huge. It is decorated to a tee in a black, white and gold color scheme.

The walls are painted white with gold accented pictures all over them. The bed is a queen size with a black comforter and white and gold pillows covering it. A couch sits in one corner along with a television mounted on the wall above. A large mirror covers the wall from top to bottom in another area of the room.

"Do you like it?" Harry ask.

"Yes. I love it. Thank you so so much." I say hugging Harry tightly.

"I know it's on the third floor and your a little weak right now, but we wanted you to be on the same floor as us at night." He says.

"That's okay, I love it." I smile.

"Now let me show you the rest." He laughs.

"The rest?" I ask. I couldn't imagine there being anymore.

"Yeah, we still haven't gotten to the surprise." He laughs.

"This is your bathroom and over here is your closet." He flips a light on to reveal practically another room. The closet alone is bigger than my whole house was.

"Harry. This is to much. You have done way to much for me." I sigh.

"Paige, you are my daughter now, I haven't done enough for you." He smirks. "Plus the surprise is that the shelf and drawers are fully packed with clothes, all your size, and just for you. We had a personal shopper go out and buy everything you could ever want in clothing." He smiles.

"Oh my goodness. I can't believe you would do that." I smile widely.

"Well you better believe it." He says, turning and walking out of the closet and back into the room.

I follow him and see something on the wall out of the corner of my eye.

"What's this?" I ask.

"That is an intercom. You push this button and talk into it and you can be heard all throughout the house. They are all over the house so if you ever need anything you can just push it and talk, and we will hear you. Or we can talk and ask you to come to us or whatever." Niall explains.

"That's cool." I smile.

"Well it's pretty late so you should probably get to bed, but if you need anything, just come and find me or call over the intercom, okay." Harry says.

"Okay. Thank you again for everything you've done." I smile, hugging each one of them.

They all leave my room and I decide to take a bath. My bathroom is huge and so is my bathtub. I soak in the water for a while, just letting my muscles relax. I eventually decide to get out and explore through my closet.

I dry myself off and head into the big space to find pajamas. I find what I need and slip on a pair of PINK brand pajama pants and T shirt. I rummage through the closet and find dresses, jeans, skirts, shorts, t shirts, tank tops, and all kinds of shoes.

It is so amazing that this is all mine. I can't believe that I woke up one morning and ended up here a few mornings later. It's all so much to process. I love the boys and we have grown quite close in the past few days that I was in the hospital, especially Harry and I. I couldn't ask for anything more in life. Although that little thought in my head stays there, knocking. My greatest fear is that my mother will find me and kill me for sure this time.