Insanity

Chapter 4- So You're A Stalker

Chapter 4! Sorry if it's short. I kind of had to write this in 30 minutes or I wouldn't be able to get it up any time soon. (:

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Piper's pov...

It's been exactly two days and I can say I'm not the least bit anxious as I was the past two days. Well, maybe I was a tiny bit anxious, but it would all be okay once I saw him, right? Right?!

I was wearing a purple and green plaid button up top opened up with a white tank underneath it, regular skinny jeans, and my favorite green converse. You could never go wrong with converse or the color green!

I hopped into my car and drove off towards the police station. Turning up the volume, I nodded to the beat of my playlist. I had my Ipod hooked into the car so I could listen to some of the not-so-crappy music they played on the radio. I swayed my body back and forth as I would tap a finger or two on the steering wheel. You might say it sounds dangerous, but I never took my hands off the wheel or my eyes off the road for more than five or six seconds.

"Troublemaker" by Olly Murs ft. Flo Rida played through my speakers. I loved the song with a passion. I had to sing along...

"Oh oh oh,

Trouble, troublemaker yeah,

That's your middlename,

Oh oh oh,

I know you're no good but you're stuck in my brain,

And I wanna know,

Why does it feel so good, but hurt so bad?

Oh oh oh,

My mind keeps saying,

Run as fast as you can,

I say I'm done, but you pull me back,

Oh oh oh,

I swear you're giving me a heart attack,

Troublemaker!"

I laughed to myself. What a perfect way to start the Summer. Actually it was the end of Spring, but oh well.

About fifteen minutes later I got to the jail. I hoped they had not kept Louis in the isolation room. The last episode he had was terrifying, but I'm going to help him overcome it.

I took a deep breath and walked into the jail. I walked to the front desk.

"Can I talk with a prisoner here?"

"It depends who it is." The guy at the front desk stared at me with this intense glare in his eyes.

He was quite intimidating. He must have woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

"A guy named Louis?" I requested.

"Louis Tomlinson?" He asked back.

"I guess so."

"He was released this morning." The man shrugged.

"What?" I bit my lip and my heart sank.

It was too good to be true. I just wanted to help the guy out, guess I scared him with the letter so he didn't wait.

"Is that all? We're kind of busy." He was trying to make me get out.

"Well do you have any idea where he might have gone?"

"Lets hope he went somewhere far away from here."

This guy was of no help to me.

I hesitated before speaking, "You know what, maybe your attitude should go somewhere far away from here." He glared at me and I was too scared to stick around after that so I ran towards the exit. "Ok thanks...I think." I ran out the exit to my car.

This sucked. Guess I was back to a regular pitiful life of getting ready for college.

I got in my car again, and drove towards my apartment. I turned down the music. It made my heart drop thinking he was gone. I'm not quite sure why. Maybe it was because I was really looking forward to testing my skills out on him. I really wanted to help him.

I could hear "If You Can't Hang" by Sleeping With Sirens playing in the background, one of my other favorite songs. I turned up the volume. Sometimes only music could cheer me up.

I soon arrived back at the apartment building. It was quite big. It was sort of like a huge hotel only with apartments instead. I was on the sixth floor in apartment 312. There were eight floors total.

Dragging myself inside I went to the elevator. There weren't many places like this apartment building where I lived. This was practically the only one.

Sighing, I went over to my apartment. I slid my key in and opened it. I walked inside and let out a scream.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" I jumped my apartment and shut the door back in fright and curiosity.

The familiar face stood up and walked over to me. I stepped back and hit the door.

"I came to see you, Piper." He grinned.

"H-h-how d-did you..uh...um..." I pointed at the door that I was leaning against.

"I came in through the porch door." He smiled even more.

"How?!" My jaw dropped.

"I used the fire escape stairs that lead up to your door. I used a paper clip and a card I found on the floor to pick-lock the door." He shrugged.

"Louis, that's breaking and entering. You could go back to jail for that." I let out the breath I was holding in.

"Well I figured you would be expecting me. Instead of you coming to me...I came to you. Besides, I couldn't wait to get out of that foul place. It was horrid."

"O-okay...s-so how did you know where I lived?!"

"It was on the letter you wrote me. The police forgot to take the envelope off. They're really dumb."

My eyes widened. "How stupid are they?!"

"Prettyyyyy stupid." He dragged out the 'y' sound.

"So you're a stalker." I let loose a little. I let my body un-tense and I slid past him and walked into my bedroom setting my bag down.

He shrugged. "I'd like to think of myself as a friend with benefits."

"Benefits? What benefits? There's no benefits." I stated.

"Not like that!" He rolled his eyes. "Benefits of having the capability of breaking into your apartment with no trouble whatsoever. And the fact that you're my friend...and my helper."

"Psychologist. Advice giver. Open Listener. Anything but 'friend with benefits'."

"Whatever. You see the point." He sat on my bed.

He really has no manners.

"Why don't we um...go sit in the living room." I motioned for him to follow me.

We both sat down on the couch. I faced him and crossed my feet on the couch.

I stared at him for a moment thinking of how I was going to do this.

"The police said if I had issues to go to a therapist or something, but I told them I already had you."

"M-me? I-I'm not that reliable Lou...Louis." I caught myself from giving him a pet name.

"Sure you are! I trust you. I trust you will help me with this. I want to be fixed." He bit his lip and looked down.

"You're not broken." I lifted his chin up and immediately took my hand back. I looked into his eyes. "You just need some encouragement and you need to sort things out."

He really had his moments of a childish attitude, seriousness, and complete psychotic-ness.

He smiled a bit and nodded. "So where do we start?"