Story of My Life (One Direction)

Chapter 25

Alex's PoV

I aimlessly walk through the woods. Now, you're probably like 'what the hell, Alex?! What is your problem? You just got kidnapped, and now you're aimlessly walking through the woods? You're a fucking idiot!'

Okay, true, but I have to know if this person is Austin. My Austin. And if this is some random kidnapper/killer, well then I'm screwed, but that's why I took Louis's phone. Yeah, I could call them from my phone unless they took that then is have Louis's phone as a backup. Plus, Louis gave me the note so I trust him.

The sun is setting, but I see enough light that I can see everything around me and where I am going. I look around, afraid I'll get lost. I mean I know the way, but I came in a different way. The woods is a weird place. Everything looks pretty identical. I'm just very paranoid still, but I have a right to be!

I finally see it. The tree house! I'd come here when I get scared or openly all the time when I was younger. I remember 'running away' to the tree house. I got really mad at my mom, and I came here to live forever. I grabbed a banana and packed my favorite doll. Then, I bolted. I got hungry and came back.

I remember when Austin and I would play pretend up here. I would be the princess that say in her castle all day, and Austin would protect me by fighting off evil dragons aka trees and varies types of shrubbery. We always came here when we got scared of dad, which was often. I was so small back then, not that I'm not still small, and my dad was so tall. I still don't know how I got whammed with the short stick.

I smile at the memories and climb up the ladder. I open the door and see all our old toys. Whoa! This place has really taken a turn for the worse. I look around at all our old toys. I remember running up here after they told me mom died. I refused to come down and I cried for days. That was back when the depression still hit my dad pretty hard so he wasn't all old and bitter like he was. I remember Austin coming up here trying to persuade me to come down. It took two days to come back down.

I plop down on the floor and look at all my old dolls and barbies. I worship these things. Mostly because our parents didn't make much money so I had few of these things. Did no one come and sell these things? I guess not because not many people knew about this place besides Austin's and myself. I pick up my favorite doll, Lucy. She was a just a normal baby doll, but my mom gave me to her for my fifth birthday. I treasured this doll. I smile and hold her close to my chest. All those beautiful memories come flooding back, bringing tears with them. Those days were the best. No drama. No abuse. No publicity. No kidnappings. No nothing! Just childhood fun with my best brother and best friend. I grew up hanging around boys most the time because I just never seemed to click with girls.

Boys seemed to come with less catty attitude and emotions, and emotions aren't something I deal with well. Since I grew up around boys, I seemed to deal with things differently. I deal with my emotions differently. I deal with other people differently. I deal with the world differently. Not that I deal with these things like boys would, I just don't deal with them like the way girls would.

"Still attacked to that stupid doll?" I hear a deep voice ask. At first I didn't recognize the voice until I looked up and meet an identical pair of blue eyes.

I frown. "This doll was practically my best friend," I snap sassily.

"Yeah because you have bad judgement in character," he sassily responds. I raise an eyebrow out of confusion. I do not. "Jacob."

"Oh," I look down. "Well, he doesn't count. I just liked him because he was my childhood friend."

Austin sits down in front of me. Austin takes the doll from me and examines it. "I'll be honest with you. I was always jealous of this thing," he looks up at me with these innocent eyes that I missed so much.