I really don't know what happened, but the chapters got mixed up and I didn't even realise till now! I'm such an idiot! I'm really sorry, this is the real chapter five that somehow went missing. Hope the story makes more sense now!

All characters belong to Stephenie Meyer

CHAPTER FIVE

When I woke up the next morning, I had the worst headache I had ever experienced in my life. When I finally dragged myself out of Emily's spare bedroom I was greeted by the smell of bacon, which seemed tempting at first, but then triggered my nausea again and I had to run for the bathroom.

"You okay, Bells?" Jacob's voice appeared from behind me as I bent over the toilet, and I felt his hands pulling my hair back from my face like Paul had done last night.

"Yeah, I'm okay" I finally answered when the heaving had stopped. I turned to face him, and couldn't help but smile. He looked as perfect as ever, aside from the look of concern that covered his face.

"You sure?" he asked, cupping my cheek in his hand. I realised I probably didn't look so good, and confirmed this when I scrambled up to look in the mirror.

"Uh" I groaned, wiping my eyes and pulling my hair back into a ponytail. Jake hovered behind me, still looking concerned until I caught his gaze in the mirror and gave him a smile. He smiled back and leaned forward, kissing the top of my head.

"You should come and get something to eat, Emily's made breakfast."

After getting something into my stomach and taking a shower I did feel a lot better, so I asked Jacob if we had any plans. He told me he had to go and patrol for a few hours with Embry and Jared, but he would see me later and we would have a movie night. I didn't exactly want to intrude on Sam and Emily's alone time, especially after what she had told me last night, so I made my way back to Jake's house. Billy was out; still fishing with Charlie, so I decided to see what was on TV. After flicking through the channels for about an hour I was really bored, so I decided to bake something for the pack. The Blacks' cupboards were pretty much bare, so I grabbed the keys to my truck and drove to the shop that I knew Quil's mum worked at.

On my way back, I spotted one of the boys at the side of the road. They looked so much alike that I couldn't tell who it was until I got closer, when I eventually realised it was Paul. He was sitting at the side of the road with his head in his hands, looking seriously distressed. I instantly panicked, pulling up and jumping out of the truck without even turning the engine off.

"Paul!" I shouted, running towards him. He looked up a little at the sound of my voice, then seemed to look annoyed when he saw me. I ignored his reaction and approached him.

"What's wrong?" I half shouted, struggling to keep my panic under control. He seemed to not want to answer me. "Is it the pack? Is it Jake?"

He looked at me then, shaking his head. "No, it's nothing you need to worry about." He told me, his voice bitter.

"Paul, what's wrong? Maybe I can help you-"

He shook his head, breaking me off. I tried to put my hand on his shoulder, but he shrugged it off.

"Please Paul, let me help you? You really helped me last night…"

He seemed to come round a little then, and looked up at me. The pain in his eyes nearly brought me to tears, and I didn't even know what had happened. I tried to comfort him again, and this time he let me. I crouched at the side of him, one hand on his shoulder and one rubbing up and down his back. After a while his body relaxed, and he leaned into me.

"Come on," I said, attempting to help him to his feet. "Let's go to Jake's, you'll be comfier there."

He started to shake his head, but I carried on speaking. "Jake's on patrol, and Billy's out. Come on, I'll make you something to eat."

That seemed to persuade him, and he got himself to his feet. I could no longer reach round his shoulder due to the height difference, so I took his hand instead and led him to my truck. He didn't object.

We drove the ten minute journey to the Blacks house in silence, but it wasn't uncomfortable. He sat close to me, my right hand still joined with his. When I stopped the truck and got out he followed me out of the driver side door, looking like a lost puppy. I had never seen any of the boys look like this before.

I got him into the house and he sat down on the sofa while I put the groceries away.

"So, what do you want to eat?" I asked, attempting to cheer him up. "What's your favourite?"

He shook his head a little before looking up at me. "Could we just sit for a minute? I just need to-"

I knew exactly what he wanted, so I sat beside him on the sofa and put my arms around him. He snaked his arm back around my waist, and the other one rested over my legs. I had one of my arms around his shoulders, rubbing his bicep with my hand, whilst the other massaged his scalp. He made a contented noise, so I carried on.

I wasn't sure how long we sat like that for, but after a while Paul's body went limp and I realised he had fallen asleep. I thought I would make him some food for when he woke up, but when I tried to get up his arm instinctively tightened round me, pulling me closer to him. He rested his head on my chest and I knew there was no way I would be able to move him, so I just stayed there for a while stroking his back.

An hour passed before Paul had unconsciously moved enough to let me wriggle free, and I got up and headed to the kitchen to make some food. I made macaroni cheese: enough to feed Paul, and enough to save for Jake and Billy for later. I also made some brownies, as Paul seemed to have enjoyed them last night. I think it must have been the smell of the almost cooked food that hit Paul's wolf senses and woke him up. I didn't even hear him as he walked up behind me and rested his chin on the top of my head, like Jake often did.

"Everything smells really good, Bella. You'll make a good wife one day" he laughed, putting a hand on the small of my back.

"You feeling better now?" I asked him, turning to face him. He was certainly looking better.

"Yeah, sorry for worrying you Bella-"

"I thought we weren't apologising to each other anymore?" I asked, smirking lightly.

"Guess this is the last time," he laughed. "Seriously though, thanks Bella. You're amazing."

I smiled at that. "No problem. Now sit down so I can feed you like a good wife."

He chuckled, but obeyed and sat behind me at the kitchen table. I served him a wolf size portion of macaroni cheese with some bread, then poured him a drink. He smiled at me appreciatively between mouthfuls of food.

I decided to leave him to eat in peace, so I went back to the sofa and put the TV on, settling for a romantic comedy that was being played. Shortly after, Paul came into the room and stood in front of me. He looked uncomfortable, like he wanted to say something.

"You okay?" I asked, prompting him to get whatever it was off his chest.

"I'm great now, thanks to you." He told me, smiling. He then held his hand out. "Can I have a hug?"

I giggled and took his hand "Of course you can."

He smiled wider and pulled me up to my feet, pulling me into a tight hug. We stayed like that for a while, his head rested on my shoulder and my face pressed against his chest, before he broke the silence.

"If you tell any of the pack that I asked for a hug, then I will probably have to kill myself. Just so you know."

I had to laugh at that. "Don't worry, your secret's safe with me. I know all about your tough guy reputation, I wouldn't want to ruin that for you."

He laughed into my hair and held onto me for a moment longer, before he pulled back a little to look at me. I saw an intensity in his eyes that I had only ever seen in Jacob's eyes before, and I had to admit it turned me on. That look used to stress me out with Jake, because I never felt ready for him to act on those feelings with me. Maybe now I was finally over Edward, and I could feel for someone else.

Before I had any more time to think about this progress in my recovery from Edward's rejection, Paul's face began to move closer and closer to mine. When his lips were close enough to touch mine he stopped, looking me in the eye. I don't know what came over me in that moment, but I made the decision and quickly closed the distance between us. My lips collided with his soft, hot lips, and they started to move together. It started off soft and gentle, but I soon realised I was gripping his shoulders in an attempt to pull him closer to me. My lips started to move faster, and I opened my mouth and licked his bottom lip. He quickly let my tongue enter his mouth, searching frantically. I realised that all my pent up sexual tension from my time with Edward was spilling over the brim, and I needed to reign it in a little before I started to grind myself on his leg.

Paul didn't appear to mind my sudden aggression; in fact he seemed to return it. His hands were all over me; one stroking my cheek bone and the other roaming along the bottom of my back and my waist. The heat from his body only added to my arousal, and all I could think about was how good this felt compared to making out with Edward. In the battle between fire and ice, fire was most definitely winning.

Feeling like I was about to pass out I finally managed to pull away, panting from both my lack of breath and the passion that had taken over my body. I still held on to him for a minute while I composed myself, then when I let go he just continued to stare at me. I studied his face for a second, his emotions easy to read. I could see the passion there, as well as shock. I couldn't blame him for that; I was as shocked as he was.

"Sorry," I finally breathed out, and we both laughed.

"I think we need to make some sort of pact about not saying that word anymore," he laughed. "Besides, you have nothing to apologise for. I think that was the best kiss I ever had."

I blushed at that, but felt a sense of pride. I was a good kisser? Paul definitely had experience in that area. I fell backwards onto the sofa and we just stared at each other, him looking down at me and me tipping my head back to see his face.

"I want to-" Paul started to say, but was cut off by the door opening behind him. In walked Jake, a look of shock on his face when he saw Paul, but it was quickly replaced by his usual sunny grin when he saw me.

"Hey Bells" he said enthusiastically as I stood up, and he crossed the room easily to pick me up into a hug that almost crushed my ribs, but I wouldn't have it any other way.

"Hey Jake, how was the patrol?" I asked as he held me in the air.

"Fine, no Victoria. Quil phased though, finally. He was going crazy wondering why we were avoiding him." He said, before turning to Paul. "Think Sam wants you to head out and take over for him."

He nodded and turned to me, giving me a meaningful look. "Thanks Bella. For… the food" he said, winking when Jake looked back to me.

"No problem" I told him with a smile.

"See you later," he said as he slipped out the door, still smiling.

When he was sure Paul was out of hearing distance, Jake asked, "He's not been bothering you has he?"

"No, he was upset about something so I brought him here for some food." I told him, skipping over the more personal parts of the story.

"Probably his dad, I don't know how he deals with him sometimes. I'm really lucky that my dad's so cool. So, movie night?"

I didn't want to pry into Paul's private life as he would have told me if he wanted me to know, so I just nodded. "You can pick tonight. And I saved you some macaroni cheese and brownies."

He groaned and smiled at me. "You really are too good to me."

"Well I am staying at your house, I need to help out somehow."

"Bella, you know we love having you here. You don't need to do anything."

I smiled and went to dish him some food up while he picked a movie to watch. No doubt it would be something like the Terminator, that was the kind of film Jake liked. I returned with the food to find him putting on some comedy film I hadn't seen before, and was pleasantly surprised.

"Why not the usual guy film?" I asked as I handed him the plate.

"I like hearing you laugh" he replied simply, before stuffing his face with the macaroni. I smiled, Jake was always so sweet.

When Jacob had finished with his food he put the plate down and reached out for me, and we snuggled up together to watch the film like we had done on many occasions before he had turned into a werewolf. I nuzzled my face into his chest breathing in his earthy smell, and I realised that I now found his scent more appealing than I had ever found Edward's. Things were definitely changing within me.

After the film we went to bed, where we snuggled together like best friends do. There was nothing sexual about it, Jacob was leaving me to figure out my own feelings now and I was extremely grateful for it. As I lay in Jake's arms, surrounded by his heat, I couldn't help but think about Paul's lips as I fell to sleep.