The Almost Unreal

Im not STUPID

---Start---

Austin's Pov

I wake up the next morning, flipping over, expecting Olive to be there.. again. I figure out she's gone, again. I go dead silent when I remember the events of last night. The midnight tea all the way to when Gina called the cops.

They want to interview me, so I can tell them what the footprints in the snow lead to before I destroyed them. But I dot know if I can talk. A tear steadily runs down my cheek before I furiously wipe it away.

Whoever this dude was, he was going to give me back Olive. With or without a fight... Who am I kidding? Whoever kidnapped her must be like a giant with awesome pistol powers.

"Hey," Jenna says, with puffy eyes. She looks at the floor and hold her hands together neatly.

I nod at her, not saying a word. Gina's sobs could be heard from the bathroom. I gulp, thinking positive. She's not dead... well yet.

"You have to tell the guys.. About her." she says, looking me in the eye. I give her a pleading look that got Olive to do anything for me. Jenna shakes her head, like she was having a worse time with this.

There's a difference between being heartbroken because somebody you loved dumped you, and somebody being ripped away and hidden in somebodies basement. When somebody breaks up with you, at least you know they are alive and they are happy. If somebody is, let's say, kidnapped, you have no idea of either of those.

I give her pleading eyes again, begging her no. I barely can talk to people when I'm... well normal, how am I suppose to talk to them in this state?

She leaves the room, slowly, as if walking to fast would hurt her. I spot Olives computer on the desk to my left, and think, 'better now, before I can freak myself out.

I grab the computer, getting back into bed quickly to escape the cold. I sign into Olives skype, easily guessing her password. She always has the same password and she once told me the password to her computer so I could use it for a project.

I see Louis Tomlinsons skype on the side, under favorites. His icon is of his album cover. I click on it hesitantly. I look at the keyboard for several minutes before I can think of what to say.

Be blunt, it's the easiest option.

'"Hey Louis. It's Austin, not Olive. I'm going to get to the point, Olive has been-"

I stop typing, no being able to say it, or admit it to somebody other than me.
I look at the keyboard and sighing.

"Kidnapped."

Louis doesn't reply for several minutes, although it says he is online and I know he would never not check a text from Olive right away.

"Dude, I'm not stupid! Thats not funny."

I hold my breath, trying not to explode with emotions.

"I would never, ever... EVER joke about this, or anything."

Louis doesn't respond for 2 whole minutes. I'm about to sign out when he calls me. I contemplate ignoring it, but I decide that maybe I won't have to be the only guy who really cared for her, grieving.

I click the green button and see myself in the camera. I have a scrape on the side of my face, probably from the tree bark, and my hair falls lifelessly in my face. I swipe it away, seeing my red eyes. I rub them, not doing much.

"Say it to my face. I want to see if your lying to me. If your lying to me, I swear to my mum, I'll kill you." he says lowly. I look at him and rub under my eyes.

"O-Olive has been k-k-ki... kidnapped," I whisper shakily, barely loud enough for the mic to pick up. Louis looks at me, studing me. He must have thought I was telling the truth because he set the computer down on what seemed to be a couch and stood up, pacing.

"Are you sure? How long has she been gone. She might just have gone out for a run." he said, pacing faster.

"Yes, I am s-sure. She's been gone since last night. She went out in the middle off the night and left the kettle on. When I woke up, to turn off the stove, she was.. g-gone. I went out and I saw only two peoples footsteps and what looks like the somebody dragging her heels..." I say, trying to bottle up my tears. My voice cracks as I whisper, "I c-cant believe she's gone..."

Louis looks at me once more before snapping. He screams in frustration and starts tearing stuff and throwing things. He grabs a photo and throws it at a wall, he kicks his chair over and flips a desk. He destroys all sorts of things until Harry comes in suddenly. Harry comes running over and restrains Louis from breaking more things.

"What are you doing?!" Harry asks, Louis just pulls away. He throws a picture on the ground and screams agrily.

"She's gone Harry! GONE!" Louis yells and drops to the floor, head in hands. "Shes gone," he whispers. I feel awkward just sitting here, but I don't know what to do.

"Who is? What's going on?" Harry asks, putting a hand on Louis' back.

Louis doesn't say anything and points at me. Harry's head snaps up, expecting something other than me.

"What did you do?" he asks, a mysterious extra anger.

"Olive," I whisper, like it will answer everything.

---End of Pov---

Louis Pov

I lay on the floor, looking at the mess I've made while thinking about Olive. I can't believe.. this happened. It's like a dream, a nightmare. I pinch myself for the 15th time, wishing it was a dream.

I sigh and decide I have to clean this up. I usually wouldn't clean, but at least it will get my mind off Olive. Hopefully.

I step out of my room, heading for the kitchen. I open the closet and grab the broom. Next to them is my packet of cigarettes. I'm about to grab one, to calm my nerves, but I'm stopped my a memory.

"Louis you shouldn't smoke,"

"Why not?"

"Because it kills you."

"-Instead of smoking, why don't you come to my place."

I grab the cigarettes and walk out onto the balcony. I stare at them before chucking them far, far away. I glare at the ground, hating those cigarettes. They've ruined me.

I glare at the ground below for a while before I realize how long it's been. I sit on the ground, leaning my head on the bars of the railing.

Then a thought pops into my head.

What are you doing here Louis? She's not dead, she's not gone forever! You have to get down there and help with the investigation! Your her brother, you need to be there and get to information once they get it!

I have to know.

I hurry back into the house, fining Harry on the ccouch face down.

"I have to go back, I have to be there. I know that this is one of our dreams, but I can't just sit here and wait for her to be killed!" I yell, flipping over a desk.

He doesn't answer. I sigh, knowing he can't pay attention to anything. I grab the broom and start to clean up my room. I sweep everything into a corner, and drop it in the rubbish bin.

I stare at the trash and then everything comes down on me. I collapse onto my bed, realizing how helpless I would be. I don't know any more than they do. I pull the covers over my head an curl into a ball.

How could I have let this happen?

---End of Story---

Hey sorry this took a bit to update, I had a lot going on. next chapter will come soon!

-Ally not Mandy