Our Story
Olivia Rennings
After the 'secret siblings', head out, I turn to Ashley. "Don't worry. I know that you like Harry. Don't ya?" I say, as she turns red.
She nods and looks down. "Don't tell him! It's too soon for me!" she said looking at me with alarming eyes.
"Okay! Just saying, Harry is nothing like Jason. He is the opposite. He actually cares about people's feelings. And just forget Jason. He looks like a guy who won't change. Don't let him shut you out from the world. The faster you get over someone, the faster you'll find someone else. I really guarentee this method." I said, crossing my arms over my chest.
Stop thinking about her, you two are over--for good! It was your fault for thinking she had changed. Think about something else! Puppies! Carrots! Bunnies! Jo!!!
For a minute, a whole minute, I stopped thinking about Olivia. I thought about Jo. Our story. How we met. What happened to her. But Olivia creeped into my thoughts. No one knows about what happened. It's been 3 years. I still can't forget.
"Um, where's the bathroom?" I asked Ash. My contacts (the contacts kinda change my eye color so it's more of a murky green instead of blue. I was in disguise so she might find out so I had to fix them) were falling out with the tears which were brimming.
She gave me the directions and I dashed off.
Ashley's POV
He ran into the bathroom. Huh, wonder what's wrong? I thought. I heard the door open, to a curly gorgeous guy and my best friend. They started telling me the truth. That Harry and Louis were from the band One Direction. It didn't hit me hard, until he pulled off his face. It kinda scared me, but it was fake so I calmed down.
I wasn't a big fan, but I loved their songs. It was my 15 year old sister, who loved them. Then Belle said, "That's not all though. Me and uh Harry are uh............." She looked at him. Oh hell no! Don't tell me they're a couple.
"We are uh, siblings. Long story short, dad took her with him after the divorce. No one knew until a few hours, when mum told us. Dad died, and no one knew about this except mum. So, that's all!" he said with a sheepish expression. "WOW. That's a lot to process. How long did it take for you to find out, Belle?" I asked her.
"They told me this morning about them being international popstars, and an hour before I came mum told me about this curly-headed idiot's sister." she said pretending to glare at Harry Styles.
"Oh! Where's Louis?" she asked with a frown. "He went to the bathroom right before you guys came in. It's been half an hour. Wonder what's wrong?" I said.
"Why don't you check on him Ari?" said Harry.
"I'm worried," she said getting up quickly. "I think somethings wrong. Which way?!" I told her the way and she bolted with alarming speed. "And then there were two..." I said, looking at Harry, smiling smally.
Arabelle's POV
I end up in front of the bathroom door. I have a bad feeling, like Louis's hurt. I heard sniffling. "Louis? It's me, you okay?" I said softly.
He pauses, as if he was wondering if he should tell the truth or not.
"N-no. I-I'm n-not o-o-k-kay." he said softly. Something is definitly wrong.
"Can you open the door? Please?! I'm worried, Lou!" I softly say through the door.
"I-It's o-op-pen...." he said even more quietly. I tried the door, and it was open.
I slowly open the door, to see my angel on the floor crying. I go in, closing the door--I don't think he woud wanna make a scene. I get on my knees next to him. He had his disguise on still. I took off his glasses and mask. I even pulled off his wig. He took out his contacts (He has contacts?!?!?!) and gave them to me. I put them on the counter. I sat down next to him. He was on his knees. His face was hidden in his hands, which were resting on his knees. It killed me to see him like this.
I wanted to know what brought him to his knees, crying.
Louis's POV
She came! She helped me get the fake face off.
I got overwhelmed with the past. Too many thoughts of Olivia. I looked at Jo. She was the only one who kept me pre-occupied for more than a second. She helped me forget her for a while. She didn't say anything. Nothing. Not, 'Whats wrong' or 'Why are you crying' or 'Tell me why you're crying like a maniac!'.
Okay the last one was not true, but the other true were. She sat down next to me, on her knees. She held her arms wide, silently asking if I wanted a hug.
I didn't waste a second to get in her embrace. I wrapped my arms around her warm waist, burrying my face into her neck. I wanted to stay like that, hiding from the pain in her embrace.
"Shh. It's okay, Lou. Just let it all out. Don't keep anything in. Leave it. All of the pain. It's gonna be alright." she murmered into my ear. She rubbed my back as I did what she said. I let everything out. She murmered the lyrics of Look After You by the Fray. She knew it was my favorite song. She knew me so well. She murmered the lyrics into my hair, while she stroked the back of my head. Her fingers felt good, as they ran through my hair, which was pulled into a wig for the whole day.
"Don't go. Please! Don't leave me like Olivia did!" I pleaded, without thinking. "Don't leave me alone like she did! Please Jo. I'm begging you!" I said, starting to raise my voice to a wail. My grip tightened on her.
I was starting to turn crazy. I knew she would never do that, but I also thought Olivia wouldn't. She hurt me, twice. But I still loved her.
"Shh, shhhh, Lou. I won't. I would never leave you intentionally. I will stay Right Next To You (she sang this part like the song) until you want me leave." she whispered into my ear, ruffling my hair. I felt so much better when she said that.
"Can I tell you what happened? It might make me feel better....." I say sniffling. She nods her head, and said,"If you are okay, then I will listen. But only if you are willing to. Don't force yourself just for my curiosity."
We aranged ourselves so that she was on my left. I put my head on her shoulder. She leaned her head against on mine. Our hands found each other and intertwined. And I started the story........
I was hiding under my bed. Mommy said to not come out. Felli was with her boyfriend. It was weird to hide under my bed at age 15. I heard crashing. I was tempted to go out and save mom. But I promised mom that I would stay put.
I went to school. It's been 3 weeks since the divorce. Me, mom and even Felicia came closer. Felicia was older than me. She was spending her time with her boyfriend. Mom was always with her sister, my aunt.
I was all alone. At school, I was not a nobody. I had a few close friends. I was the lead in the school drama. Yay(sarcasm present)!!
I had no one to love, which made me hollow. That was the day Olivia came to me at lunch. She started shamelessly flirting. I rolled my eyes. She wanted me to ask her out. At the time, I was desperate for somebody to love. So I asked her.
At first, things were bearable. I put up with her tantrums. Her parents liked me. My parents like her, but that wasn't the problem (I didn't like her either).
I tried to break up with her after a few weeks. She didn't allow it. She said she wouldn't leave me. So I was stuck. My brain was fed up. My heart yearned for someone with a heart.
My mind kept conjuring qualities that she never possesed. I fell in love with fake feelings that my mind made.
Then that night, it was the last day of school. I went to the after-school party with her. Everyone got drunk, but I stayed about 10% percent sober, or at least enough so I could drive us home. It was late, and I went to find her. I found her in bed with my friend, Zach. With nothing, of course. She didn't even say sorry. Just said, "Get out! I'm not available anymore!", with a smirk.
I spent half the summer crying over her. It was then, when my eyes really opened. I realized. I fell in love with the thought of being loved. Not her. It was my fault. That's when the anger came in. How could I spend half the summer wondering why she would do that, when it was my fault for trusting her that easily?!
God! I should stop. Right now. I got up and went to the bathroom. I took a shower. I cleaned up and went out. I locked the house since mom and Felli were out. I got in my car and did the most stupidist thing in my life. I went to the x-factor.
I sang my heart out. When I got in, I was shocked. I told mom and Felli at dinner, and they congradulated me.
All my best experiences happened that summer.
The day we got third was kinda sad. Harry and Zayn took it harder. Me, you ask? I realized that I didn't care about my feelings. These lads were there for me. We've been through more than we ever thought we would go through. That's when I came to a conclusion.
I would live to see the happy faces of my loved ones. I would do anything to make them smile, because they make me smile.
The next day, Simon gave us the contract, bla bla bla. It was after we released our first single, when she came in. Again. She said she changed. I believed her. We started to date again. I thought she did. She was a little less slutty and bitchy (but she was still, a little). But 3 months later, she did it again. With Max, from The Wanted. This time she wasn't even drunk.
This time it was harder. It was everywhere. Fans asked. Interviewers asked. Paparazi asked. Even our friends asked. I just avoided it by saying, "We're over. After that she liked him, so they got together. Probably because he treats her better."
And 'till now, it still hurts. --------------Back to present------------- I looked up at her. I don't even think she realised that there was a tear on her cheek. She wrapped me in another comforting hug. After that, she told me what happened after she and Harry came back in.
"And she was so freaked out when he took the mask off!" she said laughing.
That's when it hit me. She was the one. The one who makes me forget 'her'. And for that, I love her. She's my angel, my one and only angel.
"Okay. I'll get your stuff, so you can change. Just wait here my little brown-haired friend!" she said.
Arabelle's POV
I walked out of the bathroom. I saw Hazz and Ash chatting aimlessly.
"Guys. Lou's fine. Just don't ask. When the time comes, he'll say. Just act like evrythings normal." I say, they nod understandingly.
I grab his pajamas and a water bottle. I hand it to him. I wait outside. As he comes out, I take his worn out clothes and empty bottle. I put the clothes in his over-night bag, which I had brought with me to the bathroom. I took his water bottle to throw it away. I looked up at him. He was taller than me. The top of my head came up to the bottom of his nose.
I smiled a small smile, for him. He didn't deserve what she did. He was my angel. And he always will be.
I took his hand. I gave it a reassuring squeeze. He smile, a genuine one. He pulled me into one more surprising hug, and whispered,"Thank you. For your promise. And for being there. You're the bestest friend in the whole damn world."
I hugged him back and said,"You're welcome. And I'll always be there. You will never get rid of me easily!"
He chuckled, slightly. "I don't think I'll try to get rid of you. Because I need someone to make me happy!" he said, holding me by my shoulders. I roll my eyes and we head to the living room.
Ashley's POV
"Hey guys!" I said. "We just put in the DVD. We're watching Cheaper by the Dozen 1."
Louis came out, without the disguise. It was slightly unnerving, but I brushed it off. We were about settle down with the popcorn, when I heard a knock. "I'LL GET IT!!!!!!!!!!!!" Belle screamed, running to the door. Whatever she did, made a big imapct on Louis. He was glowing. About an hour ago, when he went in, he was on the verge of tears.
I can't wait until they get together.... I thought.
"GET THE F*CK AWAY FROM HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!" I heard Belle yell (that rhymed as well).
I get up and head to the door. I stop in my tracks, when I see who it is.
AW HELL NAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
She nods and looks down. "Don't tell him! It's too soon for me!" she said looking at me with alarming eyes.
"Okay! Just saying, Harry is nothing like Jason. He is the opposite. He actually cares about people's feelings. And just forget Jason. He looks like a guy who won't change. Don't let him shut you out from the world. The faster you get over someone, the faster you'll find someone else. I really guarentee this method." I said, crossing my arms over my chest.
Stop thinking about her, you two are over--for good! It was your fault for thinking she had changed. Think about something else! Puppies! Carrots! Bunnies! Jo!!!
For a minute, a whole minute, I stopped thinking about Olivia. I thought about Jo. Our story. How we met. What happened to her. But Olivia creeped into my thoughts. No one knows about what happened. It's been 3 years. I still can't forget.
"Um, where's the bathroom?" I asked Ash. My contacts (the contacts kinda change my eye color so it's more of a murky green instead of blue. I was in disguise so she might find out so I had to fix them) were falling out with the tears which were brimming.
She gave me the directions and I dashed off.
Ashley's POV
He ran into the bathroom. Huh, wonder what's wrong? I thought. I heard the door open, to a curly gorgeous guy and my best friend. They started telling me the truth. That Harry and Louis were from the band One Direction. It didn't hit me hard, until he pulled off his face. It kinda scared me, but it was fake so I calmed down.
I wasn't a big fan, but I loved their songs. It was my 15 year old sister, who loved them. Then Belle said, "That's not all though. Me and uh Harry are uh............." She looked at him. Oh hell no! Don't tell me they're a couple.
"We are uh, siblings. Long story short, dad took her with him after the divorce. No one knew until a few hours, when mum told us. Dad died, and no one knew about this except mum. So, that's all!" he said with a sheepish expression. "WOW. That's a lot to process. How long did it take for you to find out, Belle?" I asked her.
"They told me this morning about them being international popstars, and an hour before I came mum told me about this curly-headed idiot's sister." she said pretending to glare at Harry Styles.
"Oh! Where's Louis?" she asked with a frown. "He went to the bathroom right before you guys came in. It's been half an hour. Wonder what's wrong?" I said.
"Why don't you check on him Ari?" said Harry.
"I'm worried," she said getting up quickly. "I think somethings wrong. Which way?!" I told her the way and she bolted with alarming speed. "And then there were two..." I said, looking at Harry, smiling smally.
Arabelle's POV
I end up in front of the bathroom door. I have a bad feeling, like Louis's hurt. I heard sniffling. "Louis? It's me, you okay?" I said softly.
He pauses, as if he was wondering if he should tell the truth or not.
"N-no. I-I'm n-not o-o-k-kay." he said softly. Something is definitly wrong.
"Can you open the door? Please?! I'm worried, Lou!" I softly say through the door.
"I-It's o-op-pen...." he said even more quietly. I tried the door, and it was open.
I slowly open the door, to see my angel on the floor crying. I go in, closing the door--I don't think he woud wanna make a scene. I get on my knees next to him. He had his disguise on still. I took off his glasses and mask. I even pulled off his wig. He took out his contacts (He has contacts?!?!?!) and gave them to me. I put them on the counter. I sat down next to him. He was on his knees. His face was hidden in his hands, which were resting on his knees. It killed me to see him like this.
I wanted to know what brought him to his knees, crying.
Louis's POV
She came! She helped me get the fake face off.
I got overwhelmed with the past. Too many thoughts of Olivia. I looked at Jo. She was the only one who kept me pre-occupied for more than a second. She helped me forget her for a while. She didn't say anything. Nothing. Not, 'Whats wrong' or 'Why are you crying' or 'Tell me why you're crying like a maniac!'.
Okay the last one was not true, but the other true were. She sat down next to me, on her knees. She held her arms wide, silently asking if I wanted a hug.
I didn't waste a second to get in her embrace. I wrapped my arms around her warm waist, burrying my face into her neck. I wanted to stay like that, hiding from the pain in her embrace.
"Shh. It's okay, Lou. Just let it all out. Don't keep anything in. Leave it. All of the pain. It's gonna be alright." she murmered into my ear. She rubbed my back as I did what she said. I let everything out. She murmered the lyrics of Look After You by the Fray. She knew it was my favorite song. She knew me so well. She murmered the lyrics into my hair, while she stroked the back of my head. Her fingers felt good, as they ran through my hair, which was pulled into a wig for the whole day.
"Don't go. Please! Don't leave me like Olivia did!" I pleaded, without thinking. "Don't leave me alone like she did! Please Jo. I'm begging you!" I said, starting to raise my voice to a wail. My grip tightened on her.
I was starting to turn crazy. I knew she would never do that, but I also thought Olivia wouldn't. She hurt me, twice. But I still loved her.
"Shh, shhhh, Lou. I won't. I would never leave you intentionally. I will stay Right Next To You (she sang this part like the song) until you want me leave." she whispered into my ear, ruffling my hair. I felt so much better when she said that.
"Can I tell you what happened? It might make me feel better....." I say sniffling. She nods her head, and said,"If you are okay, then I will listen. But only if you are willing to. Don't force yourself just for my curiosity."
We aranged ourselves so that she was on my left. I put my head on her shoulder. She leaned her head against on mine. Our hands found each other and intertwined. And I started the story........
I was hiding under my bed. Mommy said to not come out. Felli was with her boyfriend. It was weird to hide under my bed at age 15. I heard crashing. I was tempted to go out and save mom. But I promised mom that I would stay put.
I went to school. It's been 3 weeks since the divorce. Me, mom and even Felicia came closer. Felicia was older than me. She was spending her time with her boyfriend. Mom was always with her sister, my aunt.
I was all alone. At school, I was not a nobody. I had a few close friends. I was the lead in the school drama. Yay(sarcasm present)!!
I had no one to love, which made me hollow. That was the day Olivia came to me at lunch. She started shamelessly flirting. I rolled my eyes. She wanted me to ask her out. At the time, I was desperate for somebody to love. So I asked her.
At first, things were bearable. I put up with her tantrums. Her parents liked me. My parents like her, but that wasn't the problem (I didn't like her either).
I tried to break up with her after a few weeks. She didn't allow it. She said she wouldn't leave me. So I was stuck. My brain was fed up. My heart yearned for someone with a heart.
My mind kept conjuring qualities that she never possesed. I fell in love with fake feelings that my mind made.
Then that night, it was the last day of school. I went to the after-school party with her. Everyone got drunk, but I stayed about 10% percent sober, or at least enough so I could drive us home. It was late, and I went to find her. I found her in bed with my friend, Zach. With nothing, of course. She didn't even say sorry. Just said, "Get out! I'm not available anymore!", with a smirk.
I spent half the summer crying over her. It was then, when my eyes really opened. I realized. I fell in love with the thought of being loved. Not her. It was my fault. That's when the anger came in. How could I spend half the summer wondering why she would do that, when it was my fault for trusting her that easily?!
God! I should stop. Right now. I got up and went to the bathroom. I took a shower. I cleaned up and went out. I locked the house since mom and Felli were out. I got in my car and did the most stupidist thing in my life. I went to the x-factor.
I sang my heart out. When I got in, I was shocked. I told mom and Felli at dinner, and they congradulated me.
All my best experiences happened that summer.
The day we got third was kinda sad. Harry and Zayn took it harder. Me, you ask? I realized that I didn't care about my feelings. These lads were there for me. We've been through more than we ever thought we would go through. That's when I came to a conclusion.
I would live to see the happy faces of my loved ones. I would do anything to make them smile, because they make me smile.
The next day, Simon gave us the contract, bla bla bla. It was after we released our first single, when she came in. Again. She said she changed. I believed her. We started to date again. I thought she did. She was a little less slutty and bitchy (but she was still, a little). But 3 months later, she did it again. With Max, from The Wanted. This time she wasn't even drunk.
This time it was harder. It was everywhere. Fans asked. Interviewers asked. Paparazi asked. Even our friends asked. I just avoided it by saying, "We're over. After that she liked him, so they got together. Probably because he treats her better."
And 'till now, it still hurts. --------------Back to present------------- I looked up at her. I don't even think she realised that there was a tear on her cheek. She wrapped me in another comforting hug. After that, she told me what happened after she and Harry came back in.
"And she was so freaked out when he took the mask off!" she said laughing.
That's when it hit me. She was the one. The one who makes me forget 'her'. And for that, I love her. She's my angel, my one and only angel.
"Okay. I'll get your stuff, so you can change. Just wait here my little brown-haired friend!" she said.
Arabelle's POV
I walked out of the bathroom. I saw Hazz and Ash chatting aimlessly.
"Guys. Lou's fine. Just don't ask. When the time comes, he'll say. Just act like evrythings normal." I say, they nod understandingly.
I grab his pajamas and a water bottle. I hand it to him. I wait outside. As he comes out, I take his worn out clothes and empty bottle. I put the clothes in his over-night bag, which I had brought with me to the bathroom. I took his water bottle to throw it away. I looked up at him. He was taller than me. The top of my head came up to the bottom of his nose.
I smiled a small smile, for him. He didn't deserve what she did. He was my angel. And he always will be.
I took his hand. I gave it a reassuring squeeze. He smile, a genuine one. He pulled me into one more surprising hug, and whispered,"Thank you. For your promise. And for being there. You're the bestest friend in the whole damn world."
I hugged him back and said,"You're welcome. And I'll always be there. You will never get rid of me easily!"
He chuckled, slightly. "I don't think I'll try to get rid of you. Because I need someone to make me happy!" he said, holding me by my shoulders. I roll my eyes and we head to the living room.
Ashley's POV
"Hey guys!" I said. "We just put in the DVD. We're watching Cheaper by the Dozen 1."
Louis came out, without the disguise. It was slightly unnerving, but I brushed it off. We were about settle down with the popcorn, when I heard a knock. "I'LL GET IT!!!!!!!!!!!!" Belle screamed, running to the door. Whatever she did, made a big imapct on Louis. He was glowing. About an hour ago, when he went in, he was on the verge of tears.
I can't wait until they get together.... I thought.
"GET THE F*CK AWAY FROM HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!" I heard Belle yell (that rhymed as well).
I get up and head to the door. I stop in my tracks, when I see who it is.
AW HELL NAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Notes
Hey guys! Sorry i couldn't update yesterday. I wrote a beautiful chapter and it got deleted! But I like this one better cause it came out longer.Anyways COMMENT RATE AND SUBSCRIBE PLEASE?!?!?!?!?!
-yoyo
10/14/13