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Paul POV.

She was all I could think about. Paul Blake was totally and utterly in love with Bailey Porter and no way was I ashamed to admit it. This time last month I would happily fuck every girl I laid my eyes on, within reason, but now..none of that mattered. All I needed was her. Shit, how much of a soppy twat am I? Fucking hell.

She had gone shopping with her sister and as much as I wanted to follow her around and make sure none of the douche bags around Port Angeles tried it on with her, I held back. Seth always warned me about being over-protective but, come on. She was my imprint what the hell was I meant to do? Sit back and watch her get hit on? She was my girl. Nobody would change that.

Just sitting back and trying to imagine her perfect face was practically sacrilegious, blasphemous even. She was way too beautiful to be conjured up in my mind. Her pale perfect skin was slightly freckled and her deep intelligent green eyes made me want to snatch her into my arms and never let her go. Corny I know but that's what this weird voodoo werewolf shit does to you. Not that I'm complaining.

She'd been through so much and as I lay back onto the grass, not bothering about whether or not I was sitting in shit or not, I realised how much she must trust me. A huge smile erupted on my face and I gazed up at the sky. I would kill for her. I would do anything for her, anything what so ever. I rested my hands behind my head and looked at my watch, wishing time to go quickly when I realised I still had fours hours until I could see her again. Before she had come into my life I hadn't been calm in God knows how long. I hated myself for the amount of anger I held and I cringed remembering how I'd scared Georgie that one time, practically exploding when my toast came out burnt. She had been through so much and I felt like more of a parental figure to her than Mum and Simon. That fucking waste of space.

I squinted against the sun, trying to think of something happier. This morning Bailey and Georgie got on so well and I don't think I've seen my little sister happier than when the four of us were together. That's including Max of course. It was almost like a little weird dysfunctional family. I felt a stab of guilt at the realisation that I hadn't included Mum.

Mum had always been there for me and I felt like in some ways I had to repay her. When Simon got mad I'd always stand in-between him and my family. I could take care of myself and as much as my mum hated it, if Simon ever got...violent, he'd have to pick on someone his own size and I would happily fill that role. I couldn't even bring myself to think of Georgie or Mum in that position.

My phone vibrated in my pocket and sighing I pulled it out.

"What?" I growled into the receiver sitting up and rubbing my eyes.

"Its Seth, look...I need to speak to you." He sounded a little worried but I really couldn't give a shit.

"And I'm only bothered if it's about Bail's." I couldn't sound angry as I uttered her name and that stupid goofy curled my mouth again.

"Well...yeah it kind of, is about Bails so"

"What happened?" My good mood disappeared just as quickly as it had come as I interrupted him, my voice threatening. I swear to God if anything's happened to her...I started to shake and I gritted my teeth together trying to calm myself down.

"Look, I'm with Jacob and Quil at Sam and Emily's, so come down here. It's nothing serious so just..calm it mate." I pinched the bridge of my nose and squeezed my eyes shut.

"Right." I hissed sharply snapping the phone shut and I heard a crack of glass as the screen smashed. I started pacing back and forth my hands shaking before quickly slipping out of my clothes and phasing. I don't think I'll ever get used to it. It doesn't hurt necessarily but it's fucking un-comfortable when fur bursts out of your freaking skin. I listened as my four paws padded against the earth and I pushed myself further, desperate to find out what was going on. I ran even faster through the canopy of trees as thoughts raced through my mind. What if she was hurt? Maybe she was wandering through the woods and.... I trailed off with a howl. It physically hurt me to think of those scenarios and I smashed a tree over with my shoulder just to let a little bit of anger out. It was hard, to be away from Bailey. She managed to keep my temper under control with just a finger to my arm and I loved her even more for that. I was terrified before I met her, terrified that I would end up just like Simon and scare the living day lights out of my own sister.

I couldn't lose her, not now. Not when everything was going so fucking well. I found a break in the woods and slowing down I hid behind a tree to change. My hands were still shaking but it couldn't be helped, Seth was worried about my girl and that means I should be too. I didn't bother knocking as I reached the little rusty coloured house and I burst through the door not paying any attention to the fact that he hit the wall, hard, probably leaving a pretty deep mark.

"Tell me...now!" I ordered trying to keep my voice in check as I stared at the three werewolves in front of me. Seth was standing in-between Jacob and Quil looking a little nervous as he started wringing his hands together.

"Calm down, she's fine..but we need to tell you something." Jacob had stepped forward, his usual emotionless voice had a hint of concern. I didn't say anything and I concentrated on calming down, quickly nodding at them, signalling for them to carry on. "Ermm, Bail's met someone when she was shopping today.." He trailed of as my shaking stopped completely in shock. She'd found someone else. Fuck. I couldn't be angry because she was imprint, as long as she was happy, I guess I could try to be too. Try.

"You're not thinking, what I think you thinking right?" Seth asked with a little smirk.

"What?" I growled. I started shaking again and glowered at him and the smirk quickly disappeared from his face.

"She didn't meet a guy." Quil stated as if it were obvious, crossing his arms over his chest. I relaxed in relief. Thank fuck for that. There was no way I could ask her to be with me over who she was happy with. Even if she was my soul-mate.

"Wait, what did happen then?" My mood changed from relief to absolute worry in a few mere seconds. Seth was holding his breath and Jacob was fidgeting nervously. Quil still seemed somewhat relaxed and I looked to him for an explanation. My fingers started to shake again.

"She's made a new friend...the chirpy Cullen." I clenched my hands together as the shakes travelled all the way over my body at the word 'Cullen'. My expression was murderous and I growled a warning at all three of them. I forced my eyes shut and tried to imagine my angel standing beside me, begging for me to calm down. Even though it obviously wasn't as good as the real thing, my shaking started to slow.

"What happened to her?" I struggled to keep my voice calm and I kept my eyes shut waiting for there answer.

"Nothing, she's fine." Seth answered hurridley. I relaxed that little bit more but my hands continued to shake as I thought of her in the company of a blood-sucker.

"Why was she with her then?" I hissed expecting a quick response. I got it.

"She likes to shop." He shrugged. I frowned and took a deep breath. "That was easier than I thought it'd be." He mumbled to Quil.

"." I growled glaring at him. "You think its funny that she's hanging around with...leeches?" I snarled and Seth automatically took a step back as I walked toward him.

"Calm it man. Of course we don't but they didn't mean any harm." Jacob spoke up his voice calm and his hands up in a surrender. I pressed my fists against my forehead willing myself to cool it. Fuck it. Why does everything go to shit when she's not around. I was a big enough and stupid enough to admit that I needed her. She kept me sane that un-believably beautiful girl.

"Shit." I mumbled throwing myself onto the couch and leaning my elbows onto my knees, keeping my head in my hands. There was no way I would end up like Simon, with or without Bail's. No fucking way. I heard the front door creak open again and a little sigh came from whoever entered.

"She's fine. She's safe." I heard Emily's voice behind me and I felt a small hand land on my shoulder. I heard another pair of heavy foot steps and I knew Sam had entered. I could almost feel his concerned eyes on Emily. Probably expecting me to blow up or something.

"I know, I just..." I trailed off running my fingers through my hair as they carried on shaking slightly. I moaned as I thought of a pale cold hand around hers.

"She's okay, she's safe." Emily repeated rubbing my shoulder gently. I nodded and wished for this evening to come quickly. I was so fucking whipped.

This is the shortest chapter I've ever written but that's only because I wanted everyone to know how Paul reacted to the whole Alice thing and also, short chapter is better than no chapter right?

I know some people probably wanted her to find out about Paul being a werewolf because he was so angry about her hanging out with a Cullen he exploded in-front of her but I have a really got plot for when she finds out so hang on a little longer.

Please review and tell me what you think about my one-off Paul POV.