A/N: Hey Ya'll, what's going on? I'm on half term now so I'm happily updating for you guys. Thanks to everyone who favourite of alerted my story and HUGE thank you to XxxthelonelyblackwolfxxX, SensuousVampire, sissam93, Beautiful-Liar13, Gothic Saku-chan, Maiqu who reviewed. This chapter is Bella and Paul mending it up and everything seems to be beginning to reform in Bella's life, but for how long? Mwhahaha! Just to clear it up everyone is a werewolf thus far minus Leah. Seth is back in LA and is kind of, hate to say it, non significant LOL.


Bella's POV:

Crap, my head freakin kills! Was the first thought that surfaced, my head was burning with pain, but then I heard his voice and the pain went away. I kept my eyes closed despite the temptation to look at his gorgeous face. There were other voices, but they were muffled, insignificant. All that mattered was his voice.

Then the voices got louder, clearer. I wish they hadn't, I wish I could just hear his husky whispers telling me it would be okay, but I guess we never get what we want. His tone was raised, hostile, I knew it a mile off. Paul was angry, and that was never good thing.

"You seriously think I did this to her!" He yelled. My body begged me to ignore him, but I knew I had to stop this before it got ugly. I forced my eyes open, still heavy and puffy from crying, and looked around me for the first time.

Okay, my first thought was 'Where the hell am I!?' but that thought drowned when I saw two unexpected familiar faces. Emily didn't notice I was awake, and continued to glare at Paul the way I'd seen her do to no-one else. Emily was the one who was shouting at Paul? Her soft features were twisted with anger, her eyes were full of warning, but her famous softness was still buried within them somewhere. Then my mind flipped when I saw Sam in front of her in a protective position. Why is Sam here? Sweet Jesus, I wish I never opened my eyes to see that jerk lay a finger on her. I recalled why I did open my eyes and finally looked at him, the one my heart had been secretly hoping to see the whole time I was gone. The first thing that struck me was how much he was shaking, he looked like he was about to explode. I'd never seen him like this, not this mad. What did she do to him? I had to do something quickly, it was my instinct telling me that.

"Paul." I whispered as I reached out to touch his warm skin, I'd missed his heat. His warmth warmed me internally as well as externally, even at the slightest touch. I'd stopped a nightmare about to form, I could tell because he stopped shaking almost immediately as I swirled small circles up and down the soft skin at the top of his wrist. He turned slowly to look at me, his grey eyes filled with emotion. Happiness? Anger? Pain? Admiration? Love? They were all present in his deep, silver orbs.

"Bella." A number of voices echoed at the sound of my voice, but his was the only one I cared about. He smiled sheepishly as he took my hand, as if silently asking for permission. I squeezed his tightly to let him know he could hold my hand as long as he wanted to. The warmth of his palm in mine made me feel better. I tore my eyes from his worried stare and looked at Emily, who obviously full of relief. I knew she wanted to run up and hug me, and I didn't get why she didn't, what was up with her? Uh, maybe it's because last time she checked, you two weren't talking. Anger should have bubbled up inside of me remembering Paul's beautiful song that they hid from me, but I was over it now, I didn't care because I was with him. However, what did make me edgy was the fact Sam had his hands around her waist, what the hell? Why was he all over her like that?

"Ew, Why is that jerk all over you like that Em? Tell him to back off." My voice was meant to sound feisty, but it just came out as a croak. Something rippled across Sam's hard features but before I could distinguish what, Paul was doing to me what I had just done to him, soothing me with his touch.

"Sam…Emily, me and Bella need some alone time so she can get to grips with everything." He didn't look at Emily as he spoke, he only shot a look at Sam which looked like it had an undercover meaning by the way Sam's expression shifted. Sam took her hand and steered her out of the room without argument, Paul shut the door behind them.

My gaze didn't leave him for one second, I watched every move he made until he slowly sat at the bottom of the bed. I felt the mattress sink under his weight, causing my foot to rest on his thigh. He'd grown again. He was at least two inches taller then when I'd last saw him only a few weeks ago, but he still carried his amazing physique as appose turning lean and lanky.

Finally, his midnight eyes met mine again, wondering where to begin. "How are you feeling?" He asked, breaking the silence.

"Better then I did before, but not too great." The comfort of him being here made me feel all the better. There was more silence as I waited for something in return, but there was nothing, nothing but small talk. He scratched the back of his neck as he searched through his brain, trying to find the questions he'd been asking himself for so long but now cant seem to find, I knew this because I was doing exactly the same thing.

"Did you get my letter?" He broke it again, but his gaze dropped down, embarrassed.

"The song was beautiful Paul." I told him reassuringly, his gaze flitted back up to mine but he said nothing.

"Why was you in the woods alone, who knows who could've been there Bella?" He was tenser now, but not angry, he couldn't be angry with me.

"I don't know I-" I felt like an idiot because I didn't know what to say, one of the only things he asks me and I cant even answer that. "I guess I came to find you." Before he could say anything I continued. "And I know it doesn't make sense but I just…I needed to try Paul, I needed to see if I could find you. I felt like I could find you, like something wanted me to find you." He was speechless at my, well, outburst. I felt like a crazy woman who needed to go back to the asylum right now.

"But you left me…" He sounded as confused by my actions as I felt, but there was of course something beneath that, there was something beneath everything with Paul.

"And you followed me." I retorted.

"Bella I-"

"You made it impossible for me to even try to move on because you followed me to where I was going to start over." I wasn't going to give in without saying my peace, not this time. I knew my words made him feel guilty, but I didn't stop, they was on a landslide. "And then I realised Paul, you always follow me even if I don't go anywhere, every time we break up you forget the reason and continue playing your stupid game that I was so done playing, so I moved away from you, and from pretty much everyone calling me an idiot for taking you back every time."

"You don't understand…" He whispered, his sight still locked on the ground, he was shaking ever so slightly. I'd upset him.

"You're right, I don't." I murmured. He blew out a big sigh, trying to keep himself together. "But Paul I'm glad you followed me this time." His gaze flicked upwards, but still didn't meet mine, it was now fixed on the wall.

"I don't understand you Bella." He said, shaking his head with a chuckle that never quite surfaced.

"I'm glad you followed me because to be honest, no matter how much I hate it, I missed you so bad the whole time I thought you were out of my life." That was when he finally looked at me, I saw his eyes watering, tears of happiness or joy, I couldn't decipher, but Paul hated to show weakness, so I doubted they would fall anyway.

"What are you trying to tell me?" He asked, his eyes incredibly intense.

"That no matter how much I try to stop, I cant stop loving you Paul." I whispered. I felt like I wasn't just admitting this to him, but to myself. One hot tear left my eye and spilled down my cheek. His warm hand was on my face and caught it before it ever hit the ground. Then he slowly pulled me into his arms and rocked me as we both let all of the pain slip away as a distant memory. And we stayed like that for hours, holding each other because there was no where in the world we'd rather be than together, even though we both knew there was still so much more to be said.

"Bella." Paul whispered as he pulled away just the slightest bit so that our foreheads touched. "I know I cant make it up for all the times I've hurt you in the past, and I know I cant make you believe me when I say this, but Bella, I really do promise to never hurt you like that again." I couldn't look into his eyes when he said this, he'd told me this so many times before it was almost impossible for me to believe, but he pulled my face up so I had to look at him. "Bella, I'll look you in the eye and swear on my life that our relationship is different now, that I know I was a jackass before and that you don't know how badly I wish I could take it all back to make you trust me again." I opened my mouth but he wasn't done. "And words cant make it up to you Bella, I know that. What we need is time and if you're willing to wait for me I'll prove it to you that you can trust me again." I'd never seen him like this, so persistent, so willing. I'm not really the person to judge but I genuinely think he was sincere. I didn't know what to say in reply to his declarations, so before I could over think it I did the only thing I felt was right.

My lips grazed his slightly until he couldn't resist anymore. His warm, soft lips met mine and kissed me gently as I rubbed his back in small circles like I did his arm earlier. He pulled me closer to him and wrapped his arms around my waist, the heat from his torso spreading through the fabric of my t-shirt, intensifying the kiss. I went to run my fingers through his hair but he guided my hands back downwards and wrapped them in his before reluctantly pulling away, but his face was still mere inches from mine.

He smirked, "God Bells, you're not making this taking it slow thing easy for me."

"Sorry." I tried to laugh it off but I still felt a familiar blush colour my cheeks.

"Don't be, I just wanted to see you blush." He pecked my cheek rosy once before finally pulling away.

"So what's going on with Sam and Emily, I mean, gross. What is she doing even hanging around with that piece of trash. That's totally not like Em." He flinched at my words but quickly covered it up hoping I didn't notice, tuff luck that I did. He didn't reply, I knew this wasn't good. "What?"

"Nothing. You and Emily have apparently got a lot of catching up to do." I was smart enough to know that he was hiding something from me right there and then. Maybe he hadn't changed at all.

"Paul, you just said about gaining trust but you're hiding something from me already." I said with a sigh. He took my hands in his, and searched for the words to say.

"I know I said that, and I totally understand you, but I also said that we need time, and a lot has happened since you left…" True to him that I probably couldn't take any more strain on this relationship until we were more of a firmer unit, so I guess I'm going to have to take his advice and do some serious catching up with Emily. Which would mean sorting out my crap with them I guess.

Oh joy, that should be a blast.

A/N: Yey, Bella and Paul fluff rocks my socks. Next chapter obviously the girls have to sort it out, but what happens when something's up with the boys, hmm… Hahaha. Please review, I love hearing your thoughts and also if you have anything you want to see in this story I'll let you know and see if we can fit it into the plot : ) x