Your Song-Ellie Goulding

She was the empty space in my heart that I hadn't even recognized was there. Her face, her voice, the way she looked at me with judgeless eyes. She was it. She was what I needed.

The morning after the bathroom incident, I'd woken up with her pressed against my back, shivering from the cold. I didn't know whether to be pissed or grateful, seeing as last night she'd promised to get off the sleeping bag on the floor with me and go back into the bed after I'd fallen asleep. I brushed a curl off of her cheek, smiling lightly at her flushed face, her mouth parted lightly as she took in slow steady gusts of air.

Before I even knew what I was doing, I pressed my lips against hers as softly as I could.

She felt right for me. Her lips slid perfectly over mine, the texture so smooth and sweet that it took all of me not to deepen the kiss. I pulled away before getting too overwhelmed, pressing my lips against both of her cheeks and chin, scooping her up as I stood to my feet. I set her down in the sheets she seemed to love so much, watching her for a minute before walking away and closing the door.

I leaned against the front doorframe, letting the cool, clean morning air wash over me, rain treading lightly through the mud. I felt pure. I felt like I was whole again, maybe not because she loved me, or needed me, no….I wouldn't need any of that now. She saw me, saw right through me even, understanding all and every part of me and even at my lowest point she held me and told me I would make it out okay. The only reason I believed her was because I was in her arms.

I could handle just being friends. I could handle her just being there, not necessarily mine, not necessarily belonging to anybody else either. I just wanted her….around, and now that she was, and I was sure she wasn't going anywhere, I felt like I could breathe for the first time in seven years.

Every night was the same. She'd insist I slept in the bed with her, and I'd pretend to be deaf, curling up on the sleeping bag. Every morning she was next to me, or holding me, or slowly rubbing her thumb over my fingers as she drifted between being asleep and being awake. We didn't have to talk. She didn't pry, didn't ask too many questions unless I pointedly prompted them, and whenever I'd ask her a question, she was honest. There was nothing she felt like she had to hide. The past weekhad been heaven on Earth.

I felt happy. I felt like I could float. I didn't think I could get any luckier- until a pair of slender, caramel colored fingers grabbed a hold of my shoulder and turned me around. The other hand found my face and cupped it, pulling my lips to hers.

*Haley*

I don't know what I was thinking. Maybe it was waking up without him next to me that bothered me the most. Maybe it was the empty feeling I got when I stretched out my fingers, finding nothing but an unoccupied sleeping bag. Whatever it was, it was churning inside me, prickling like acid underneath the surface of my skin, stinging so badly that the only way to relieve my pain was by finding his lips and claiming them.

I took no time in spinning him around and crushing my mouth to his, standing on my tippy toes to reach the perfect height for him. He wrapped his warm hands around my waist, pulling me tightly to his body. His lips were hungry for mine, and I felt more wanted than I'd ever felt before in my entire life, heat exploding in the center of my chest and spreading all the way to my toes.

"Stop," Paul pleaded, nearly choking on his words as he pushed me away a centimeter. "Please, Haley, stop. You don't want thi-"

"I want you." I said sternly, swatting his hand away from my torso so that I could get closer to him again.

Paul did not hesitate after that. He found my hips, his tongue running warmly down the length of my neck as I breathed out heavily, a moan escaping my lips before I could stop it. Paul looked at me in complete shock and awe before going back at it, gripping my backside and heaving me upwards, pulling me to him as I wrapped my legs around his hips.

"I love you," he murmured in between kisses. "Haley I love you."

I looked at him, his eyes locking fearfully on mine. I understood it. Why he always looked like he was afraid of me, why he always seemed to bend at my will, regardless of whether or not he argued with me about it. He loved me, ME, Haley Purser, was a girl who was loved, and although I found myself in a pit of self-loathing for trusting so easily, I simply couldn't help myself. Not with him looking at me like I was the sun itself.

I kissed him again, this one heavier and deeper, slightly pleading. I wanted him so badly it almost hurt. If he were to disappear, I'd have to kill myself or find him, those were the only two options I was able to sort through as he pushed me against the wall in the hallway, my legs still tightly wrapped around him as I pulled his shirt over his head, trailing my fingers down his warm, glistening copper chest, my heart racing a million miles per hour.

Paul practically ripped my shorts off as I fell against his bed, my hair sprawling out all around me in a mass of dark tumbling curls, my fingers tugging at the sheets as his lips worked their way down my torso and across my hipbone, my entire body shuddering as he nudged my thighs open, his tongue grazing across my core. I tangled my fingers in his hair as he worked, my body growing hotter and hotter with every swirl of his tongue, goosebumps raising on my arms as every nerve inside of me exploded.

My breathing was the loudest sound in the room, my toes curling as Paul held my hips down with firm warm hands, his mouth lost below me, my back arching as I cried out for him, every ounce of stress in my system releasing in one exploding rushing river. I slumped back into the sheets, still panting as he continued kissing my legs, his warm lips pressing softly against my skin over and over again, until his cheek was resting just below my ribs, his thumb rubbing back and forth over the same spot repeatedly, silence washing over us.

"Let's not go home," I whispered quietly, stroking his hair. "Can we just stay here forever? Make this a new home."

"Home is wherever you are." Paul said quietly after a brief pause. I believed him. And I wanted to stay here forever, never regretting anything, always living in the moment, being able to breathe and sleep and hold and touch and kiss whenever I wanted. No Jackson. No YaYa. No wolfpack. Just us. The moment was perfect, crystal clear and clean with the summer morning.

And then the side of our house exploded.