Beautiful Disaster Chap 4

- Mya POV -

I moaned as my pillow moved up and down before I quickly opened my eyes. Pillows weren't supposed to do that. I looked down and noticed my head was resting on a very warm, muscular chest. I turned my head and smiled at Paul who was looking down at me.

"Morning Mya," he whispered and I shivered softly at his husky voice

"Morning. You didn't have to stay all night," I whispered back. "Your parents are probably worried."

"It's alright. I felt better knowing you were safe. Besides, you slept through the whole night," Paul said and I smiled as he wrapped a curl around his finger.

"That's the first time in a few months that I have done that," I answered honestly.

"Glad I could help," Paul said before his stomach began to rumble.

"Let's go get some breakfast," I commented. Paul laughed and we both jumped out of my bed. The house was quiet which was unusual and when we walked into the kitchen I found a note.

Hey Snowflake,

Harry went out with Leah for the day and Billy and I have gone fishing with a few of his friends. We'll call later.

Glad you had a good sleep (even if that boy was in your bed ;)).

Love Dad xxx

"Looks like I'm on my own today," I commented as I started pulling out bacon, eggs, sausages, pancake mix and hash browns. Paul had told me he was the kind of guy who could eat mountains of food and still have room for more. I made up the pancake mix and put the bacon in a pan.

"I can show you around town if you want," Paul said with a shrug.

"I'd like that," I answered as I started cooking the food. I threw the hash browns in the oven and was working on the bacon when the oil spat itself at me and burnt my cheek. "OW!"

Paul was at my side in a second and pulled me over to the sink. He wet the corner of the towel I used to dry the dishes and carefully pressed it to where the oil had landed. His eyes were looking deep into mine and his expression was one of caring and worry. His gaze trapped me and I felt my hand rest over his that was holding the towel to my face.

A few minutes later, he pulled the towel away and bent slightly so he could kiss the spot gently. I felt tears well up in my eyes at the caring gesture and I couldn't stop the one that slipped out. Paul pulled me tightly to his chest and stroked my head as I cried.

The last time someone had done that while I was cooking was when I was 14 and my older brother Jason was still alive. He was 5 years older than me and I loved him dearly. The summer before my 5th year he was involved in a hit and run crash and he died at the scene. When he died, everything changed. My dad worked more and my mum began to drink. After the incident at the MoM in 5th year when I came home injured, dad started to beat me. Mum would just stand and watch as dad beat me and called me a freak.

While I was away for my sixth year, I got a message from Dumbledore that stated that my parents were dead in a murder suicide. Apparently dad had shot mum then turned the gun on himself. That was when Sirius took me in.

I pulled myself together and looked up at Paul. His hands cupped my face and he wiped away my tears. He kissed my head and looked down at me worriedly.

"You ok?" He whispered.

"Yes, thank you," I said. I hugged him again before turning back to the now cooked bacon. Paul rested on the counter beside me while I cooked up the sausages and eggs.

"Can you grab the pancake maker out of the cupboard and plug it in please," I asked him. He grabbed the small machine and did as I asked. Once it was hot, I poured some of the batter into it and left them to cook. "When a lot of bubbles appear on top and start to pop, close the lid and flip the machine over."

Paul nodded and took over making the pancakes while I dealt with the rest. By the time the hash browns and pancakes were ready, everything else had been served. I placed the final two plates on the table and grabbed some juice and cups.

"Dig in," I said. Paul watched as I pulled a little bit of everything onto my plate before piling his plate high. I was pretty impressed that he could eat like he was, with his mouth closed. Whenever Ron would eat like this, food scraps went everywhere and it put everyone off their food.

"So I thought I could show you around La Push then we could go up to the cliffs if you wanted or go for a walk through the woods or something," Paul said.

"Sounds fun. Don't you need clothes?" I asked.

"I've got some in my truck. After we eat, I'll go grab them and get changed," Paul explained. I nodded and finished the food on my plate. Once I was done, I jumped up and smiled at Paul.

"I'll quickly get changed then put everything away," I said. Paul smiled and I pressed a kiss to his head as I walked past.

I grabbed a pair of jeans and a white tank top before walking into the bathroom to change.

- Paul POV -

Once Mya was gone, I finished my food and put all the plates on the kitchen bench. I ran up to Mya's bedroom and grabbed my keys off the bedside table before racing down to my truck.

I grabbed my clothes and smiled at Mya who was putting the leftover food onto one plate. She was dressed simply in a pair of jeans and tank but she looked gorgeous. I noticed she had taken the bandage off her foot and it was slightly bruised and swollen.

"Bathroom is just down from my room if you wanted to get changed," Mya said.

"Thanks. Be down in a few," I said. I walked away from my imprint and quickly got changed. I walked back downstairs to where my girl was waiting and grinned as she had her back turned to me.

I snuck up behind her and started tickling her ribs.

"Paul! Stop!" She cried between giggles as she tried to fight me off. I kept tickling and smiled as she laughed. She had a gorgeous laugh and quite frankly, she had cried enough in the last few days. "I give! I give!"

I stopped tickling and hugged her.

"I definitely prefer you laughing than crying," I said honestly.

Mya looked up at me slyly and punched me in the stomach before running out of the room and up the stairs.

"Oh, you're dead!" I called after her. I took off running and followed her scent up into her bedroom. I looked around and noticed the bed covers moving. I pulled them away to look under the bed when I felt a light weight drop on my back and the scent of my imprint surround me.

"I got you," Mya whispered huskily into my ear.

"Ok, you win. I bow to your awesomeness," I said. I stood up and started to bow. Mya's reaction was instantaneous; she locked her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck as she let out a short scream.

"Don't do that!" She cried and I laughed.

I walked downstairs with her still on my back and handed her her phone and wallet from the coffee table. She slipped her phone and some money into her pocket and threw her wallet back on the table. As I walked outside, I closed the front door but didn't lock it considering how safe La Push was.

"Are we walking or driving?" Mya asked.

"Well, I'm walking and you are riding," I said. I hooked my hands under her knees and held her in place.

"I can walk Paul," Mya protested. I wasn't letting her down any time soon. I was quite comfortable and from the way she was relaxed, so was she. Plus I was getting a good feel of leg (I was definitely a legs and ass man and Mya had both).

"You're a featherweight so I can carry you plus I don't think you could keep up with my stride with your sore ankle," I said. I felt Mya shrug and she rested her head on my shoulder.

As we walked into the centre of town, I pointed out various places to her like the grocery store, one of the few clothing shops and my dad's garage.

We walked around La Push for a while before I changed direction and headed for First Beach.

"You aren't scared of water are you?" I asked my girl.

"Nope. I'm a water baby," Mya said with a grin. I smiled as she slid off my back and took her shoes off. She curled her manicured toes in the sand and smiled softly.

I looped my arm around her shoulders and moved us towards the waves. We started walking down the beach towards the cliffs and I grinned whenever Mya squeaked from the cold water.

"It's been years since I've been to the beach," my angel said as we walked. A wave crashed onto the beach and forced her to grab onto my body so she didn't fall. I helped her right herself and smiled.

"Why is that?" I asked. I instantly regretted it when her face fell. "I'm sorry."

"The last time I went to the beach was a family trip to France with my parents and brother before my fourth year. The year after that, my brother died in a hit and run crash and then the year after that, my parents died," my angel whispered. I pulled her to my chest and kissed her head. "I'm sick of crying."

"Hey it's ok. Sometimes it's good to cry. How about, for the rest of the day, you smile and have a good time and try and remember the fun times with your family," I said as I desperately tried to stop her tears.

"That sounds good. By the way, you're it," Mya said before she slapped my chest and took off running. I gave her a slight head start before racing after her. I caught up to her easily and wrapped my arms around her waist. She squealed and giggled as I spun her around.

I felt her foot connect with my knee and since I wasn't expecting it, I hit the ground with my angel lying on top of me. She was breathing heavily but she looked gorgeous.

"I'm pretty sure that's cheating," Mya whispered.

"You're the one who kicked me! So now, you're it!" I said before I slid out from under Mya and ran off. I heard Mya laugh and heard her footsteps racing after me. I felt her small hands rest on my back and push. From the momentum, I fell forward and ate a mouthful of sand.

I rolled onto my back and noticed Mya laughing so hard she fell down. Her laughs soon turned to moans and I spat the sand out and crawled over to her.

"Are you ok?" I asked as I checked her over.

"I'm fine. Just a twinge in my ankle," she said as she gasped for breath. I slumped down beside her and we stared up at the sky. I looked at my watch and noticed it was lunch time.

"Do you want to grab some lunch and head up to the cliffs and eat?" I asked as I leant on one elbow and looked at her. I would do whatever she wanted.

"Sounds good. I'm kind of craving pizza," Mya commented.

"Alright. Tony's it is then," I said. I stood up and held my hands out to her. Mya grabbed them and pulled herself up. While she dusted the sand off her back and ass, I ran my hand through her curls and brushed the sand out. Her hair was as soft as silk and smelt like vanilla, almonds, honey and something entirely her.

We walked down the beach and somehow, I ended up carrying both our shoes whilst her small hand was firmly in mind. She looked down at our hands and instead of pulling them apart (like I thought she would), she linked our fingers and smiled softly. Once we stepped off the beach, Mya and I put our shoes on and I noticed her wince. I picked her up and placed her on a rock an indicated for her to climb onto my back.

"Are you sure I'm not heavy?" My angel asked as she locked her arms and legs around me.

"Angel, if I can carry both Jake and Jared when they decide to attack me, you are fine. I can probably bench press double your weight," I said with a grin as we walked. "Plus I'm pretty sure your dad would kill me if I let you hurt your ankle even more."

"Angel? Where did that come from?" Mya asked and I realised my slip.

"I dunno. It just suits you," I said quickly. I hoped I hadn't pissed her off and was surprised when she kissed my cheek. "What was that for?"

"For making me feel special," Mya said. I rubbed her knee and continued walking towards Tony's. I walked into Tony's and nodded at Tony who was standing behind the counter.

"Hey Tony," I said.

"How's my favourite customer? And who is this pretty little thing?" Tony said with a grin towards Mya. I growled slightly but calmed when Mya rubbed my chest.

"I'm good. This is Hermione. She's Jake's cousin and she just moved here from England," I explained.

"Well it's a pleasure to have you here in La Push. So, what can I get you kids?" Tony asked.

"I'll get my usual and a coke and Mya, what did you want?" I asked my girl.

"Can I just get a medium cheese pizza please and a bottle of cherry coke," Mya said. I felt her reach for her money but I grabbed my wallet first and paid for our food. Tony smiled and handed me the change before getting started on our pizzas.

"Paul! I have my own money," Mya said as I grabbed our drinks and walked outside to sit down and wait.

"I know. It's my shout," I said.

"Fine. I'll be back. I've gotta go to the bathroom," Mya said. She walked back inside and disappeared. I opened my drink and had just taken a swig when a voice appeared behind me.

"There you are! I've missed you baby," I turned and groaned as Alannah appeared. Alannah was a regular booty call when I couldn't be bothered to go looking for myself.

"Alannah," I said dismissively.

"Why haven't you been texting me back baby? I've been so ready for you," Alannah pouted as she moved towards me. She was about to sit on my lap when I crossed my legs.

"Alannah, fuck off," I said simply. She looked stunned but smirked seductively.

"Come on baby, don't be like that. Let's go back to my place and I'll show you what you've been missing," Alannah said as she ran her nail down my chest. A few days ago, I most probably would have taken her up on the offer but now, all my thoughts were of Mya.

"Get lost Alannah. In case you didn't get the message, I'm off the market so fuck off," I growled.

"Are you kidding? Paul Meraz has settled. That's total bullshit. Come on baby. Stop playing around. I'm wet and ready," Alannah moaned. I saw a flash of brown and noticed Mya walking out of the bathroom. She walked over to the counter and started speaking to Tony who was shooting me looks.

"Listen hard Alannah. I'm off the market. I will not be doing anyone or anything unless the person involved is my angel. Spread the fucking word around town that my angel is it for me. If anyone, and I mean anyone, tries to interfere with that, I'll destroy them," I hissed out. The brunette looked at me wide-eyed as I grabbed mine and Mya's drinks and walked inside.

I wrapped an arm around Mya's neck and handed her the drink. She looped her arm around my waist and cuddled into my side. I usually hated when girls did this considering I was usually a fuck-and-dump guy but with my angel, everything felt right.

"Here you kids go. Have a great day," Tony said as he handed me the pizzas. Mya and I said goodbye and walked out of the restaurant. Alannah was still standing outside and glared fiercely at Mya as we walked past.

"Any particular reason that girl is glaring a hole in my head?" Mya asked as we walked down the street heading for the beach.

"She's just jealous that you are being allowed in my awesome presence," I said with a smirk.

"Oh totally. I'm so stunned by the sheer awesomeness that you are radiating," Mya said sarcastically and I laughed.

We walked up the path that led to the cliffs and when we got there, we sat down on the cliff ledge and opened our pizzas. I watched as Mya grabbed her first slice of pizza and made sure she was eating her second before I started on mine.

"So what do people in La Push do for fun?" Mya asked.

"Well, there isn't much. The younger kids hang down at the skate park. Teens usually drive up to Port Angeles which is about an hour and a half away. Or there's cliff diving," I said.

"Cliff Diving? As in, you throw yourself off one of these monsters?" Mya asked as she looked over the edge of the cliff.

I laughed and said "yea. It's not so bad. I'll take you diving some time."

"Not bloody likely," Mya whispered as she looked over the edge again. I noticed a quick glimmer of fear pass through her eyes and I put my hand on top of hers.

"Hey, I would never let you get hurt," I said. Mya looked down at her hands and smiled at me, a smile that reached her eyes and made my chest constrict like a fucking girl. We went back to eating our lunch as we looked out from the cliffs, our hands still joined.

- Ron POV -

"When I get my hands on him," mum hissed out her new mantra as she moved around the kitchen.

Hermione and I were all set to marry when she just up and disappeared. Well, when I find her, that rebellious streak will be knocked clean out of her. My wife will be staying at home, cooking, cleaning and having kids. I smirked as I thought about the activity that would lead to children.

I bet Herms is a spitfire in bed. I'd need to reign in her stubbornness, break her. She will know how to do absolutely everything I like. She will be at my beck and call and she would like it. I knew just which positions she was going to do first and it was going to be wonderful. Of course, Herms wouldn't be my only girl. I would need others on the side. Maybe I could order Herms into a threesome?

I shifted uncomfortably and stood up.

"I'm going out. Be back later," I said. Mum nodded and went back to her ranting. I apparated to Diagon Alley and walked down one of the back alleys. After tapping on a block of wood, a new doorway opened and I smirked as the Wizarding Red Light District appeared.

As I walked down the street, the hard on I had was growing but I needed something particular. She needed to be brunette with curly hair.

"Perfect," I whispered as I saw my prey leaning up against a wall. Same height, similar hair and skin tone. Absolutely perfect. I walked towards her and she smirked when she saw me.

"Looking for a good time honey?" She whispered as her nail ran down my chest and towards my surging dick. As she cupped me through my pants, she smirked. "Baby wants to play."

"There aint no baby here honey," I groaned out as she squeezed me through my pants.

"Anything you want honey?" She asked as she squeezed again. I groaned and rested my hands on the wall beside her head.

"Rough and long," I hissed out as she twisted me in her hand.

"Then I'm your girl. You got money?" She said as she twisted again. I nodded frantically and she smirked. She grabbed my hand and led me quickly down to a sleazy motel. She grabbed a key and led me up the stairs to a room.

I would wait for Herms to be found and then she would be mine. Until then, this girl would become my practice. If she's good, maybe I'll keep her on the side.

As she dipped her hand down my pants and squeezed and twisted I knew. She would be staying.