They don't know about us by One Direction.

They don't know about the things we do, they don't know about the 'I love you'.

Avery had gotten somewhat of a threat today, a letter had been posted to her. It was a photo of our Father and an article, Inside the envelope were loose scraps of paper, each one had a comment printed on it. A hateful comment, some really graphic. 

I leave my room and start making my way towards Avery's wing but pause when I hear a loud banging sound, crashing. Curiosity gets the better of me as it often does and I approach the noise which is coming from Toby's wing. 

I see Xander attacking the bricked up wall of Toby's room along with Jameson and Avery. My eyes widen, not in surprise. I've learned to let nothing surprise me here. 

"Yeah, that's normal" I nod to myself and start walking away. The trio see me and we just share an awkward look. 

"I really don't want to know." I sigh walking away. They wait a moment before attacking the wall again. 

I make my way downstairs now, knowing Avery is clearly alright and in no need of emotional support. 

I limp down the staircase and towards the kitchen where I find Libby baking bread with Ms Laughin. Seeing no other option of entertainment, I enter the kitchen.

"Hey Pear. How's your ankle?" Libby asks with a smile, "I think I'm starting to get better. Watcha makin?" I ask. "Banana bread" she answers, "it smells good." I say looking down at the dough she is needing. 

"Would be better if there were spare bananas we could top it with" Libby sighs. "You know what? I'm running out for some banana" she decides and leaves. 

"So how are you finding things dear? Is the Hawthorne life treating you well?" Mrs Laughin asks. "It's alright. I don't think I'll ever get used to living in a place that I get lost in when going to the bathroom" I chuckle.

"And how're your injuries doing? You getting better?" She asks. "I think my ankles getting better but my chest still hurts all the time." I frown looking down at my chest. She frowns sympathetically.

Libby arrives back soon with more bananas and I leave the two together in the kitchen to finish their recipe. 

I make my way back up the stairs to my room where I pass the three I saw earlier now inspecting the wing beyond the broken wall. I decide this time to join them inside.

Carefully, I step over the rubble and into the room on the left is an office. I walk towards the office desk, Jameson and Xander are in the room next to it whilst Avery is inspecting the bathroom.. for some bizarre reason.

I see a dusty photo frame with a familiar face, I finally place it after a moment. 

"Holy shit!" I yell, the other three run into the office hoping to stop me from finding out what they're digging for. "It's a photo of that creepy pervert who you 'played chess with' in the park" I say to Avery.

I turn around to the three who are cautiously standing at the opposite side of the room.

"What did you say?" Jameson asks slowly walking closer to me. "Avery used to 'play chess' in the park with this creepy old man. That's him" I say, putting air quotes on 'play chess with' having always had a feeling they were never playing chess.

"You know him?" He asks glancing back to Avery and Xander cautiously. 

"Yeah.." I glance back at Avery but Jameson pulls my face back to look at him again. "You're sure?" He says in a deadly serious tone, terrifying me.

"Jamie, your scaring me" I laugh nervously. "Paris. Are you positive you know this man?" He presses.

"Yeah. I'm sure." I say backing away a little the second he takes his hand off my jawline.

He looks back at Avery, "So it's definitely him." He states. "What do you mean?" I ask louder. 

"That's our uncle. Toby Hawthorne" Xander speaks up. "Shit.. I didn't mean he's like a pervert.. that was just slang.. i meant-" I start trying to justify.

"We never knew him. He died before we were born" Jameson cuts me off. "Thank god cause I was not prepared to justify calling him a perve... Wait how could he be dead?" It suddenly clicks why he cared so much if it was definitely him.

"Nope. Your Grandads will is one thing but your dead uncle coming back to life and playing chess in the park with Avery is a whole different level. I'm out" I laugh nervously walking passed them. 

Jameson grabs my wrist and turns me towards him, we are mere inches away from each other's faces.

I look down to his lips and back to his eyes. "You sure?" He asks softly and quietly. "Yeah. Keep doing your thing." I nod with a small smile. "Okay. Well I'll see you tonight if we're still on?" He asks. "Yeah." I nod. 

He brings his lips down to mine for a soft kiss. "Love you" he says as I walk out, "Love you too" I respond. I walk out of the room and back to my own.

Back inside the room (Jameson)

We continue searching once Paris leaves. I saw how Avery's eyes widened when I told Paris I loved her and Xander's jaw was on the floor.

We stay in a comfortable silence until Xander decides to ruin it. "You really like her?" He asks me.

I hesitate for a moment before I remember after all he is my brother and I trust him. "I love her" 

Xander smiles to himself at that. "I could tell you liked her even when you walked in the room together at the will reading." 

"She was outside the great hall crying and her first instinct was to make sure i was okay. I was teasing her by standing on the balcony outside hovering over the edge, I jumped down and then she got up as well. She did the same thing and for some reason I found myself caring. I cared that she could fall and get hurt. I think that was when I fell in love with her. Seven minutes after I met her." I remember. 

"Just promise me you won't hurt her. She's already got Danny to grieve." Avery speaks up.

She has a point. If I love her as much as I know I do, I can't break her heart. She lost her Mom, her ex. She can't loose me. And she won't.

Later that night (Paris)

I pace my room waiting. Where is he? He definitely said 7pm? I check the time on my phone again. 19:46pm. He wouldn't stand me up, would he?

I groan and fall backwards onto my bed. I'm wearing his sweatshirt from the other day, its been hard to take it off if I'm honest. Its so comfortable and smells of him.

I take in a deep breathe, his scent satisfying my senses. I close my eyes and all I can think about is him. I promised myself I would never feel this way for a guy and now I feel it for Jameson Hawthorne. The boy who terrified me by jumping off a balcony whilst drunk and shirtless. I had told him those seven minutes I'd knew him had been the most stressful of my life, now 4 months later I'm in love with him.

I hear my door creak open and Jameson slowly walks inside my room. "Hey" he says quietly. I don't reply.

"I'm sorry. We got caught up searching" he excuses. "With Avery?" I ask, he nods walking towards me and sitting on the edge of the bed beside me. 

I sigh in annoyance. It's one thing to show up 45 minutes late but to have been with my sister for over 5 hours..

"What?" He asks obliviously. "It's just kind of annoying how you were 45 minutes late because you were hanging out with my sister" I raise my voice a little, standing up.

"What? Are you jealous because we were solving the mystery you chose not to be apart of?" He replies a little louder now also standing up to face me. 

I watch his eyes for a moment, is emerald eyes staring into mine. 

"Jamie.. where is this going?" I sigh. "What?" He asks quietly.

"I mean are we just friends or do we have something more going on because one second you tell me you love me and the next you introduce me to your friends as a friend. Am I your girlfriend?" I yell. 

He seems caught of guard by my yelling. "Do you want to be?" He asks talking a step closer. "Yes. Of course I do Jamie but I'm not sitting around kissing you every other day, telling you I love you, agreeing to travel the world with you if this is just a close friendship" I yell.

He falls to one knee and takes my hand. What the fuck is he doing?

"Paris. Will you be my girlfriend?" He asks with a smirk. I give him a questioning look. "Can I be your official boyfriend? We can go on dates and stay up all night talking." He suggests. 

I laugh at him, having thought he was going to try and propose his way out of this. 

"Yes. I would love that Jamie." He stands up and pulls me into a hug, spinning me around off the ground. 

I bring my lips up to his with a smile across my face. He kisses me back.

We deepen the kiss so our mouths become a beautiful mix. His lips have always been soft. He's always been so rough yet so gentle when kissing me. 

I step forward so he is pushed back onto the bed, when he's sitting at the side of the bed I wrap my legs around him and continue kissing him. 

His hands are holding my lower back whilst mine are in his hair. I slide my hands down to his shoulders and push them back slightly so he's lying down. I kneel over him and keep kissing him.

I hear the door creak open and turn around urgently. 

Libby stands in the doorway with her mouth wide open and Nash stands close behind her with a raised brow. 

Nobody says anything, each as traumatised as the other. 

"Dinner's ready" Libby squeaks awkwardly. I smile innocently at her and get off of Jameson. 

As I'm sure you can imagine, dinner was slightly awkward.