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Chapter One: Excuse Me

I sighed as I lifted the bottle to my lips once more. I frowned when I didn't feel the familiar burn of the alcoholic substance. I tore the paper bag that was wrapped around the bottle and growled at it when I found that there was nothing left. The glass shattered against the ground as I dropped it. I needed more vodka.

"Excuse me? Is everything alright?" I heard a small voice ask. I looked up, my vision blurred slightly. Even in my drunken state I could tell she was gorgeous with pale skin and hair the colour of caramel. "Sir, are you okay? Do you need some help?" She asked.

"I'm fine." I wasn't sure she understood me. I didn't even understand myself.

"Let me help you. Can you stand?" She asked. I didn't get the chance to reply because she took my hands, helping me get to my feet. I stumbled and the shorter woman steadied me. "I don't live far from here. Come on." I let her help me walk. I don't remember much after that.

I groaned, shielding my eyes from the harsh light that came through the window.

"You're awake." I froze. Who was that? Nothing around here smelled familiar. Where was I? The last thing I remembered was drinking myself into a stupor on a park bench. I opened my eyes slowly. Nothing looked familiar. I was fully clothed so I hadn't gone home with someone for sex. And I could clearly see my keys and wallet on the coffee table. "Are you okay mister?" I looked up, meeting the eyes of who must've brought me back here.

I didn't want to look away.

My head felt light, like I was going to faint. My heart pounded so loudly in my chest that I was for sure she could hear it. Everything that kept me on this earth didn't matter. The only thing in the entire world that mattered to me anymore was the nameless woman sat in front of me.

Now?! Now of all times?! After I've made myself look like a fucking idiot!

"I'm Ellie." She held her hand out to me. I sat up.

"Paul." I shook her hand.

"You need some Aspirin? It looked to me like you drank a lot last night." She asked.

"I'm good thanks."

"Okay. Well you have to be hungry. I've been to work and come back and you only just woke up."

"Wait... How long was I out?"

"A solid fifteen hours buddy." She laughed. Her laughter sounded like music to my ears. So light and carefree. "So... Are you hungry?" She smiled at me and as if on cue, my stomach growled. "I'll go start dinner. The bathroom is down the hall, last door on the left. If you'd like to shower the towels are all in the cabinet under the sink. I don't have any clothes for you though." She frowned.

"It's fine." I smiled at her.

"Cool. How hungry are you?"

"I could eat a horse." I said. She laughed, thinking that I was joking. She walked off to the kitchen, I presumed and I willed myself not to follow her, going to the bathroom to freshen up. My shirt smelled strongly of vodka and I cursed under my breath. I couldn't go out there shirtless! My hoodie was on the couch dammit! Okay. Just breathe, Paul. Everything is fine. I listened to my inner voice and calmed myself before I made a mess of my imprints bathroom.

I would deal with my lack of a shirt later on, I thought and stepped into the shower. I let the water run over my aching body. I hadn't phased for... It must've been around five months now. It was taking a toll. My wolf itched to get out and I had been struggling to keep him in check for a while now. Ever since I'd left La Push I didn't want any of the others knowing where to find me.

I left La Push because there was nothing there for me. Everyone in the pack had an imprint or at least a girlfriend and I was the only one who didn't have anyone to turn to. The happy idiots around me all hated my bad attitude and I didn't see any other way than to seek out my own happiness. I made my exit in the night to assure that no one would find me.

I stepped out of the shower and dried my body off. I put the towel in the hamper, letting my imagination run wild when I saw some... undergarments in the hamper. I shook the dirty thoughts from my head and pulled my jeans on. I turned to the mirror and looked myself over. The tattoo my brothers-and sister- and I shared sat proudly on my shoulder.

To look at it now only brought me despair. I looked higher up, running my fingers through my dark locks.

I was in desperate need of a haircut. I exited the bathroom, T-shirt in hand. I made my way into the living room and we both entered the space at the same time. She blushed a deep red when she noticed my lack of a shirt.

"Would you like me to wash that for you? I don't mind at all." She smiled.

"Thanks." I handed her the shirt and pulled my hoodie on. I pushed my hair away from my face and sat back down on the couch.

"I could cut it for you." She said.

"What?" I asked, not fully understanding her.

"Y-your hair. I-it looked like it was getting in your way. I used to cut my brothers hair all the time and I thought maybe you..." She trailed off.

"You wouldn't mind?" I asked her. She shook her head.

"Come through to the kitchen." She smiled. I nodded and followed her into the slightly smaller room. "You should take that off. The hair will get all over it otherwise." She advised me. I removed my hoodie and sat in one of the four chairs that was around a small round table. She grabbed a spray bottle, a comb and some scissors from a small pouch that was by a mirror and walked over. The spray was cold when she wet my hair.

"Ready?" She asked.

"Yeah." I spoke absent-mindedly. I felt an alarming sense of relaxation as her fingers ran through my hair. I didn't care what it looked like in the end, I just wanted her to keep touching me. My wolf sighed in content. Despite being holed up inside me for so long, the feeling of our imprint touching us was too good to be antsy about anything.

"Done." She said all too soon. I thanked her and walked over to the mirror.

"Wow. You did a great job." I smiled. She blushed. So damn cute!

A timer went off and she pulled something that smelled delicious out of the oven. Some kind of pasta bake. I didn't care what it was, all I cared about was that it smelled good and I was starving.

"So, do you have a place to stay?" She asked me as we sat on her couch later on in the evening. I shook my head no. "Did you get kicked out of somewhere or something?"

"No. I- I guess I just left home. It seemed like everyone around me was happy and I couldn't stop myself from being jealous and angry all the time... So I left."

"I bet they miss you." She frowned. I shook my head again.

"I'm kind of a dick." She giggled.

"I think you're nice." I felt my own face flush at her words.

"I think you're nice too." It was her turn to blush once again and we both laughed quietly.

"I'd like to go home. I just know they wouldn't let me leave again if I did." I told her.

"Why would you want to leave again?" She asked softly.

"I know that the only thing that will have changed when I go back is that the people around me will be so much happier without me there. I would destroy that and I've caused enough trouble in their lives."

"You won't know that until you go back. How long have you been gone?" She asked.

"Around five months." I admitted.

"Paul... I bet they're devastated."

"No, I know they're not. They said it themselves before I decided to leave 'things would be better if you just weren't here'."

"Paul you have to go back."

"No." I said firmly.

"So what are you gonna do? Carry on getting plastered on park benches just waiting for someone to come along and take advantage of you?"

"I-"

"Paul, if I have to take you myself you're going back."

"You don't even know where I'm from."

"How do you know you didn't tell me when you were drunk?" I frowned. I mean, this couldn't be that bad. Yeah, going home would suck but it would take at least a week to drive to La Push from here... Wherever here was. In that time... Maybe I had a chance to get somewhere with her. "So what's it gonna be?" She asked.

"Fine."

"We leave tomorrow."

"What about work?"

"I'll tell them I have a family emergency. Paul, I'm more worried about getting you back home to your friends and your family."

"Ellie...-"

"Don't try and talk me out of this. I've made up my mind and you'll come to find that once I've made up my mind there's no swaying me. I'll call work tomorrow. We can stop off somewhere and buy you some new clothes and then head on out to...?" She left the end of her sentence open for me to tell her where I was from.

"La Push. Washington." I sighed. Her eyes widened slightly.

"You're so far away from home. How can you stand it?" She frowned.

"Home wasn't where I wanted to be. Still isn't."

"Well if you don't wanna be there why are you letting me take you back?" She asked. I knew she was still gonna take me, even though I didn't wanna go.

"Means I get to spend more time with you." She blushed.

"I'm gonna go make some tea, you want some?" She got up quickly, making her way to the kitchen.

She's so damn cute.

A/N: There you have it guys! First chapter. I know it's a little rushed in some places but I felt like I had to get the story going before I really got detail in there. Next chapter will be much better, I promise (I hope). Thanks for reading R&R please. Don't hesitate to give me constructive criticism or if you have anything you'd like me to put in the story feel free to DM or review :) Thanks again xx