Half Dead - Louis Tomlinson

Four: Begin Again

Austin's POV

My knees fail and my hands shoot out for my head. Shit. I fall onto the floor.

"Shit! H - hey? Are you-" she doesn't finish the sentence. The two little twins that were sitting on the couch stand up and run to us.

"Al-Alex go bring a glass of water!" Megan orders, her voice shaky.

She touches my arm, cautiously. I flinch and she quickly backs her hand. "Are you okay?" Her voice is soft, unlike the bitch she sounded like a couple minutes ago.

An image flashes in my mind... Too complicated to understand. But I see it. And I know it only means no good.

"I'm okay." Shit. I am most definitely not okay. But I don't want to make a bigger scene that it already is.

"What's wrong?" Her blue eyes dart back and forth.

"Nothing." I insist, making my voice unfriendly.

The girl, Alex brings me a glass of water. I chug it down and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.

Megan helps me get up and I hear Alex whisper a little too loud for it to even be a whisper, "Is he okay?"

I sit on a chair, my fingers on my temple. "I need air-"

Leaving everything where it is, I start to walk out of the house as fast as I can. I hear Megan calling out my name behind me. Why doesn't that chick leave me alone?

I keep walking out onto the footpath and try my best to ignore her. I pass by many houses and still hear her calling out to me.

"Hey," she catches up to me. "Tell me what happened-"

Does that girl need to know everything? Like seriously.

Before she had a chance to finish her sentence, I interrupt by saying, "Nothing. Okay, absolutely nothing."

"You left your stuff in the house, anyway." She runs and stops right in front of me, with her arms crossed.

I try to walk around her, but she steps in the way.

"Just frikin' talk to me. Alright?"

"What?" I narrow my eyes. We both dislike each other. What else is there to talk about?

"Why do you hate me?" She sighs.

"I don't hate you." I reply quickly.

"Why do you dislike me?" She asks more forcingly.

"I don't - you know what, just forget about it." I want to end this conversation, not because I don't want to answer - but because I need to stay away from her...

"Wait - you have to answer me!"

"There is no fucking point in telling you anything, okay. I don't even know you. And you can't always have it your way!" I sigh.

"I'm sorry. Just-" she takes a deep breath and takes a step back. "Sorry... Let's take and deep breath, okay?" She pauses. "Wanna start over?"

I glare at her. Is she wearing the same thing she wore yesterday? And why am I noticing that? "Uh... sure?"

"Alright," she smiles. "I am Megan."

She puts her hand out. For me to shake. "Austin, Austin Gallagher." I say.

I shake it. Why is her hand so sweaty, gross. Everything about this girl is either disgusting or annoying.

"So... wanna go for a quiet walk?" She asks, her voice hopeful.