Seeing Things [rare updates]

Chapter two~ Feeling Weak

Olivia's POV:

I woke up up to my ringtone blasting on my bedside table. I groaned as I slowly sat up in bed. I knew who texted me, because he had a certain ringtone. Louis had texted me. As soon as the sound stopped I groggily dragged myself over to my dresser. As soon as I reached it, my phone went off again. I rolled my eyes and strolled over to my phone. I had 2 messages from Louis.

'Morning Liv :)' Louis greeted in the first text, using my nickname. 'Wanna hang out later?' The next read. I don't really had any plans for later, so why not. I quickly responded with a 'sure' and asked where I would go and when. After sending the texts, I tossed my phone onto my bed and strutted over to my bathroom. I felt popular when Louis invited me to do something, because he's a celebrity. I locked the door, even though I was home alone, and took a quick shower.

After my shower, I got dressed and curled my hair after it dried. I decided to wear a mint-colored tank tucked into a high-waisted, white skirt. I wore a white cardigan over my outfit. I waited in my Livingston after I was dressed, because Louis had said he'd pick me up and take me to his flat.

About 30 minutes later, there's a knock at my door. As I open the door, I see the familiar face of Louis Tomlinson. I invite him in so he doesn't have to stand awkwardly in my doorway. I put my iPhone and its charger into my purse, slipped on some tan Toms, and exited my house, gesturing to Louis that I was ready to go.

Louis drove me to his flat ,and as we entered I was surprised to see semi-familiar faces staring at me. The first pair of eyes that caught my eye were those of Niall Horan's. He sort of stared blankly at me before smiling and waving. I waved back shyly.

I slightly went on my tip-toes as I whispered into Louis' ear, "Louis, why are they staring?"

"They probably didn't expect you to look so normal, considering your 'ability'. But Niall looks as if he might fancy you," he quietly giggled into my ear. I was taken aback by the part about Niall fancying me. He is cute, but I'm not exactly interested in him. If he really did like me that way, he would have to get over it. I know most people would be surprised by this, but I really don't think I'm his type. "Come on, sit down," Louis said as he pulled me to the sofa, sitting me between Niall and Liam. Not until then had I notice that only four of the five boys were here.

"Is Harry here?" I hesitantly asked Liam. He turned his head towards me and smiled, causing me to blush lightly.

"Yeah, but he said he didn't feel good and headed to bed early," Liam kindly replied. I nodded and turned my attention towards my hands in my lap. I quietly tapped my fingers on my lap to occupy myself. I suddenly smelt a flowery aroma, and looked up. I wasn't too surprised when I saw the spirit of Louis' grandmother. She smiled sweetly at me and I returned the smile.

"What are you looking at?" Niall asked me suddenly.

"Uh," I glanced into his eyes and then looked away again, "I'm just," I looked at him again and I could tell he was getting impatient, "It's nothing," I finally said.

"I think it's something," Niall mumbled as he turned away.

"Louis," I called to him from across the room, "Can I ask you something... In another room?"

"Sure," he answered before walked over to me and talking me back to his room. "What is it, Liv?"

"I-I don't feel that well..." I stuttered awkwardly.

"What do you mean? Like is it that time or something?" He questioned, making me blush. I shook my head no with a serious look on my face. "Well if you don't feel good, you should lay down and possibly sleep. I'll let you sleep in my bed. I can sleep out there," he spoke in a soft tone and slowly pulled me towards his bed.

"Could you please get me my purse? Never mind, I can get it," I said, changing my mind quickly.

"No, I'll get it. I'll be right back," Louis told me before leaving the room. He came back less then a minute later with my purse and a glass of water. "Do want some clothes to wear?" He asked me. I shrugged as I took my purse from him. He set down the glass of water next to me and went over to his dresser. He came back to me with some sweatpants and a t-shirt.

"Thanks," I smiled as I plugged my phone into the wall.

"No problem. Now go to sleep," he demanded jokingly as he squished my face.

When he left, I changed, turned off the light, and fell into a deep sleep.