Just like any other day, not.
This is seriously one of the most embarrassing moments of my life. So there I am having a great sleep, on a particularly warm chest. Wait, what?
It all came rushing back. Last night, falling asleep, waking up, going back to sleep. I looked up to see Seth, Quil and Embry all looking at me with mischievous grins. Shit. I glared up at them before quickly glancing down. It was worse than I first thought. Paul was taking up the whole sofa in all his shirtless glory that left him in just a pair of basket ball shorts riding low on his hips. His head rested back on the arm of the sofa, a contented smile on his lips. I was laying on him, my chest crushed to his, my legs intertwined with his, my head resting in the crook of his neck. His circled me, one hand resting on my hip the other on my upper thigh. I shifted slightly to take in my appearance; well I had more clothes on than Paul. But only just. I wore an old vest top that rode up my stomach showing a fair amount of skin, I had on some shorts. If you could call them that. They barely covered my ass.
I swore under my breath before looking back up at the guys stood in front of me. They seemed to of heard though because as soon as it came out my minuet it came out of my mouth the burst into hysterics.
"Shut up, idiots! You'll wake him." That did the total opposite of what I hoped for; they just laughed harder tears running down their cheeks.
I could see where they were coming from, me and Paul did not mix. I was the angry bitch of the pack always sneering at people and he was the volatile, temperamental always itching for a fight, wolf. Always fighting, never friends. To even imagine me and Paul in this situation took one hell of an imagination. And there we were, in this situation.
"fuck! Get up, dumbass." I exclaimed, giving Paul a slap on the chest as encouragement.
His eyes fluttered open, looked at me all irritated, then closed again. Prick. Why can't he just listen? We have embarrassed ourselves enough.
"Paul, seriously you have to get up!" I told him, trying to be patient.
This time he didn't even bother opening his eyes, he just frowned slightly and told me, "Shh, babe, I'm sleeping. You should too. Besides I'm comfortable, go back to sleep."
By the time he got to babe, the three dicks standing there trying to contain there laughter were howling on the floor. Paul didn't seem to notice though. So I resorted to my last option. I slapped him, hard. This worked. He shot up, staring at me, not in pain but annoyance.
"What the fuck was that for? I just wanted to sleep." He said all this with a slight pout. I will let a bloodsucker bite me before I admit this out loud but that pout did all sorts of naughty things to me.
I snapped my gaze from him to dumbasses 1, 2 and 3. Howling with laughter, ha-ha funny, clutching stomachs and gasping for air. Only then did they register in Pauls mind. He whipped his head around sharply, his hot glare taking in the scene in front of him. He was not impressed.
"Out, now! Before I kick your asses to Tuesday." He roared at them. They instantly sobered, but Seth being the idiot he is had to go and point out an incredibly stupid but true fact.
"Dude, I live here." Seeing the rage burning in Paul's eyes Embry and Quil fled the room, leaving Seth stood there on his own.
Expecting that Paul would want to get up and kick his ass I shifted trying to free myself from his arms so I could get up. Apparently not, he wanted me to stay, his arms didn't budge. In fact they tightened, pulling me more firmly against his chest, his scent wafted into my nose. It was like the forest, like the sea and just purely Paul. Yum.
I noted that Seth was still standing there. Paul didn't even bother to move he just fixed his eyes on my idiot brother and gave him a glare that would chill to the bone. Finally realising his mistake my brother fled the room without another word.
I looked back at Paul, defiantly not expecting what awaited me. He hugged me even more firmly to him before telling me, "morning Lee, sleep well?" he said it with a friendly tone and a look in his dark eyes that told me he truly cared.
"Err… ok-k I mean good. I-I guess." I can not believe it. I stuttered. I ducking stuttered. I never do that. Holy heaven and hell that I don't even believe in what is this boy, man, doing to me? Before I could contemplate answers Pauls reply knocked me out of lala land.
"Well I slept amazingly. I'm hungry. Want some breakfast Clearwater?" I mutely nodded.
I gave a yelp when he stood up taking me with him, in his arms. I kicked my legs futilely. He ignored my protests, depositing me on the kitchen counter.
I stayed there, watching as he rooted in the fridge. He walked towards me with a pack of bacon and a dozen eggs. You may be thinking, what a pig, but us wolves have big appetites. I watched as he got out everything he needed, he then started frying the bacon and the eggs. I listened to it crackle and after about ten minuets it was all ready. He rationed it all out on plates while I hopped of the counter, grabbed two glasses and filled them with orange. I sat at the table and dug into my small mountain of food while Paul did the same. I don't know why but I found that as we ate we were enveloped in a contented silence. I felt perfectly at ease.
We continued to eat for about minuets before Paul suddenly burst out, "shit, the time. Got to be at Sam and Em's in ten minuets. You need to come as well."
"Why do I need to be there?" I asked sceptically, they usually didn't want me around that much, why did they suddenly want me around. No not they. Him. Paul.
"Because you never come, and you should. Please, for me?" he looked so nervous when he said that I laughed.
"Fine, ill come." Suddenly a piece of bacon landed on my chest, and then proceeded to make a greasy trail down the front of my top. I grabbed it from between my boobs, wiping at the grease. "What the hell was that for?"
"You laughed at me" he replied sulkily. My reply to that was to throw the bacon back at him. He caught it before putting the whole thing in his mouth. I watched aghast, that had been down my top. He had seen it.
Typical fucking Paul.
Five minuets later I had washed the dishes, changed into a clean vest top and shorts and we were on our way to Sam and Emily's. I don't know why I had agreed to come. I hated it there. It reminded me of what had happened- it was like a constant reminder. But when Paul had asked, looking so nervous I just couldn't bring myself to say no.
So there I sat in the passenger seat of Paul's car. Wishing for anything that would delay our arrival. As we got closer I began to realise it was not happening. I suddenly had a brilliant idea. I must have been eyeing the door handle because the next thing I know I'm crushed against Pauls heated side.
"Really Clearwater, you are not going to jump out of the car just to avoid this." He told me sternly with a little frown on his face. I wonder what was going through his mind. Probably how much of a crazy bitch I was.
Sooner than I really thought possible we were parked and Paul was trying to urge me out of the car. Id had enough of listening to this, him telling me it will be fine. It will not I can feel it. But if I was going to do it, I may as well just get it over with. With renewed determination I stepped out of the car and stalked to the door. Paul caught up in a few long strides. He opened the door and I stepped through. Conversation stopped for a moment, and then it was like a timer had gone off. In sync they all returned to what they were doing. I stomped over to the nearest sofa, which was currently occupied by Colin and Brady. But it would have to do it was the only remaining seat. Before I could even begin to sit, Paul had pushed me out of the way and I was left stood there dumbfounded.
The little, or should I say big, fucker smirked at me. I couldn't help it. I kicked him. I put all my strength behind it and since I was a wolf I had a lot. I heard a satisfying crunch as the bone shattered. Now it was my turn to smirk.
Instead of looking at me like he was ready to tear my head of he was looking at me with what I could only call admiration. He seemed pretty god damn happy for someone who just had their knee shattered on purpose. And what is with him looking at me with proud look in his eyes.
"Now move." I demanded. Of course he ignored me and instead patted his knee. No, not the one is shatter, which was already mostly healed, the other one. Arrogant dick.
I stomped right up to him, intending to give him a menacing talk about patronizing me. But instead arms suddenly circled my waist. Before I could stop him he pulled me into his lap. I struggled, but he was having none of it.
So, I just gave up. What a shame, I was stuck in an incredibly hot mans lap. Not to mention he was shirtless.
The day went on, I sat in Pauls lap, the guys joking, laughing and having fun. I stayed on the sidelines but I laughed along with them and joked with them. They all seemed surprised but no one objected. We did receive some weird looks. But I blame it on Paul; he is the one who trapped me on his lap.
About an hour after we got there Emily walked into the room closely followed by Sam. What a surprise, he was like a shadow. They seemed so happy and carefree. I couldn't help it I didn't say anything but my body went rigid, I couldn't help the bitter thoughts I was thinking. Paul tightened his arms comfortingly, calming me. It worked, a little. I was still thinking things that I'm sure Sam and Emily would be upset to hear. I couldn't help it though, not after what they did to me.
Still I put on a happy face and listened with the rest of the pack.
"We have something to tell you" Emily said. She looked so happy, until she locked her eyes with mine then her smile faltered. I managed a small smile, well probably more of a grimace but I tried.
She carried on, "me and Sam have decided that we, ah, are going to get married." She smiled, she looked so happy, but her eyes kept flickering to me.
No, I didn't hear right. They can't. No. please, no. I don't think it had fully sunk in until now. I realised I had truly lost Sam. I had lost Emily. And I had lost any happiness I had ever had.
I couldn't bear it. I tried to free myself from Pauls comforting arms. But he wasn't letting go. I needed to leave. I tore at his arms, scraping, pulling. Using all my strength I managed to break through his arms. He tried to grab me but before he could I was already out the door. Mid step I phased. I exploded into the wolf halfway down the stairs. I ran to the woods. To the comfort of the tree, the comfort of the earthy smell and most of all the comfort of the darkness around me.
I couldn't help it, I howled. It wasn't a normal howl. It was filled with pain, the pain I had locked up behind iron walls for so long. It was filled with longing, longing for happiness, longing for peace and for there to be a day when I didn't have to relive every nightmare that was my life. I howled, long and hard. It was painful and ear-splitting but it needed to be done. I had to release some of the pain.
I ran through the trees, paws slick with mud. The rain pelting down on my silver fur turning it a bleak grey. I ran fast and hard, until I couldn't run any more. I collapsed in a heap of wet fur and mud.
I thought I was on my own, apparently not.
`Leah` I looked up to see him there, his fur wet from the rain like mine, he padded over to me and threw himself down. His huge head resting on his paws while his body brushed against mine.
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