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I woke up early the next morning. The sun was just rising when I blinked my eyes into focus.

I yawned, and was surprised when I couldn't move more than a few inches. There seemed to be an extremely warm iron bar pinning me to the couch.

I tried to push it off myself unsuccessfully a couple times before giving up, sighing in frustration.

Paul rolled over when I sighed, freeing me.

I jumped up immediately, rubbing my sore muscles. I was never sleeping on the couch again.

"Kells?" My head snapped up to the top of the stairs. Harry was looking down at me tiredly, rubbing his eyes.

"Hey Harry," I whispered, tip toeing around him. "Morning."

He stared at me suspiciously as I advanced towards him.

"Morning," he mumbled, glancing over me. He must have seen Paul still asleep on the couch, because he smirked. "It doesn't look like you got much sleep." I glared at him, punching him in the arm as I passed.

He chuckled, following me up to my room.

He plopped own on my head and stared up at the ceiling.

"But seriously," he started, still staring. "You guys didn't..." I blushed.

"No! Jeez Harry, that's kind of gross." He shrugged, sitting up.

"You never know... You two were getting pretty close before I fell asleep."

"We were no-" I stopped, Harry's words sinking in. "You were awake?" I exclaimed, horrified.

I couldn't bring myself to be angry at him though, I guess my embarrassment was stronger than any other emotion.

"Come on Kells, it's not like I saw anything. Just heard stuff..." He shrugged again, lying back down in my bed.

I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself. He was right, he hadn't seen anything. Because there was nothing to see.

"Hey Kells..." I lay down beside Harry and stared up at the ceiling like he did.

"Yeah Harry?" He didn't say anything for a while, and I was afraid he had fallen asleep. It was really early...

"Do you think they're watching us? Do they still worry about us, like we worry about them?" I thought about what I had to say to my brother very carefully.

He was young, and I knew that them leaving us was hurting him more than he was letting on. But he wasn't stupid. There were certain things I couldn't get away with saying.

"I don't know about you, but I feel them watching over me every day. I think they're still looking out for us, and that they always will." Harry smiled.

"Yeah, me too. I bet you really felt that when you found Paul, huh?" I scowled at him.

"Harry..."

"No, I'm serious. Paul... Paul makes you happy Kelly. I've known you my whole life. I remember more of the last fourteen years of your life than you do. And trust me, no one has ever made you smile more than Paul has." He paused, thinking. "Well, other than me, of course." I sat up, sighing.

He was right, even if I couldn't remember most of my life, the bubbly feeling that I got whenever I was near Paul was near unforgettable.

"But, doesn't that scare you Harry? I mean, I don't know what to do. I have to stay with, I need to. You're the only one I have left, but..." Harry sat up too, putting a long arm around my shoulders.

"You need to be with him too. I understand, really Kells." I rolled my eyes, shrugging off his arm and getting off the bed.

I frowned at my reflection in the full length mirror. I looked so happy. Not even the bags under my eyes could hide the pure happiness in them.

"But sometimes I feel like I can't be with you both," I muttered. It felt good to finally tell someone how I really felt. Even if that someone was my little brother.

"Ah, but you can. You are now, aren't you?" I frowned, turning to face Harry.

"He doesn't be long here. He needs to be in La Push. And every part of me wants to send him back, so he'll be happy."

"That won't make him happy," Harry muttered under his breath. I ignored that.

"But if I do that... Then I lose him." Harry didn't say anything for a couple minutes and I continued to stare at my annoyingly happy reflection.

"Should we go back Kells?" Harry muttered finally. I bit my lip. I had thought of that. But even I knew that Harry wouldn't like it if we did. The tone of voice he used to ask me that confirmed my assumptions.

He loved California too much. And I would never make him do something he didn't want to.

"We can't," I answered.

Harry jumped off the bed to stand behind me. Since when I had he become taller than me?

"Look at yourself Kells." I sighed, I already was. "Do you see how happy you look?" I pursed my lips.

"Do you see how happy you look? You love this place Harry." I tried to turn away from the mirror, but he turned me back.

He stared at my reflection, thinking hard.

"And you love him. Kelly, I wouldn't mind moving back to La Push. It wouldn't kill me. We could always come up here for vacation, like Mr. Devine does." I sighed, staring intently at my brother's reflection. He was serious.

"Harry, if you change your mind..." He grinned at me.

"I won't! I just want you to be happy, I swear." I nodded slowly.

"Fine, fine. I'll call the airport, I guess..." Harry picked me up in a hug, swinging me around the room.

I laughed as he set me down.

"What brought all this on anyway?" He paused before telling me.

"I had a dream last night, and dad was in it... He told me that I no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't take of you by myself. He said I shouldn't be afraid to ask for help. And Paul's that help." he shrugged. "Did you notice how much better your memory's gotten since you met Paul?" He raised an eyebrow at me.

"I guess..."

"Exactly." He opened my bedroom door. "I'll start packing!" Then he ran down the hallway.

"Harry!" I called after him, moving towards the door. A sudden thought had occurred to me. "Don't tell-" His door slammed shut and I stood in the hallway, dejected. "Paul."

"Don't tell Paul what?" I jumped. I hadn't noticed Paul come up behind me. He smiled when he saw my reaction. "Good morning, beautiful." I looked away, feeling a blush rush to my cheeks.

"Morning," I mumbled, letting him kiss the top of my head as he embraced me. The heat of my blush was soon lost in the heat that seemed to radiate from somewhere within Paul.

"So, what are you trying to hide from me?" I opened my mouth to tell him something, but Harry burst from his room.

"Hey Kells, how did you pack up all my shorts?" He froze when he saw us.

"Pack?" Paul turned to me. "Where're we going?" I couldn't ignore how he had said we. The fact that Paul was willing to follow me anywhere was comforting.

"Didn't Kelly tell you?" Harry piped up again before I could speak.

"Tell me what?" Paul still looked at me as he spoke.

"We're moving back to La Push!" I glared at my brother as he beat me to the punch yet again.

"You're what?" Paul stared at me incredulously. I couldn't tell if he was happy or mad. His hands were shaking, but I had learned that that could mean anything.

I took a deep breath before facing him again.

"Surprise?"


Ah, sibling bonding time...

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