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Stupid fever
I woke up, from a sound sleep. I had one nightmare, the most vivid one yet. Olivia, again. But this time she didn't hurt me. She tried to hurt me at my heart. With Jo. That hurt. I woke up in the middle of the night, heart beating fast. I saw Jo, in her peaceful slumber. She looked like an angel, heck, she was one. My angel.
I woke up to soft stroking on my cheek. It felt so nice and warm. I woke up to see Jo fast asleep, stroking my cheek in her sleep. Her head was on my chest, her breathing kinda tickling me. She looked so cute when she slept. Two seconds after staring at her like a stalker, I got up, gently setting her hand down.
Once I got up, I felt bad. I mean sick. My tummy turned upside down, my head started to sweat, my body was weak and cold. I stumbled as I made my way to the kitchen. I made loud noises as I fell into the dining chair. A few seconds later, I was startled by a voice.
"You okay, Lou? You seem pale." said my angel.
"Yeah I think. But my tummy hurts and I feel like I was used as a punching bag and that I am in the Antarctic!" I say wrapping my arms around myself.
''I think you have a fever!" she said, with a frown.
"ACHOO!" I sneezed. "Damn it! I think your right."
Arabelle's POV
I felt his forehead. It was burning. I got the thermometer. "Shit. You have a fever of 105 degrees! We gotta get home!" I got our bags and a notepad and pen. I wrote a note for Harry and Ash. Meanwhile, Louis was slowly, visibly weakening. I had to half carry half drag him to the car, since his fever basically left no energy in him.
"You have a license?" he asked.
"No, but it's an emergency."
"Okay. I'm gonna sleep. I am sleepy...." His voice trailed off, as he doze into a nice sleep. I dumped him in the passengers seat, and drove home.
We got there pretty quickly. I dragged Louis out of the car, and up to the front door. I rung the bell, almost dropping Lou. After 3 minutes of constant ringing, no one answered. I took the keys from Louis's pocket, and tried to open the door. His breath was hot on my neck. That didn't help my situation at all!
I got the door open, and lugged Louis in. I set him on the couch and turned back to get our over night bags, when I felt his warm hand tug on mine.
"Don't go. Don't leave me alone..." he said, half asleep. He probably meant that he needed someone to take care of him, right?! He possibly couldn't mean what I hope he meant...
I crouched down so I was at the same level as his face. "I'm just going to get the stuff from the car. I'll be back in five minutes, and then I'll take you to your bedroom, which is sadly on the highest floor." I sighed.
I got the bags, locked the car and the front door and ran upstairs and threw them in a corner. We can unpack, after Louis feels better. I ran back down, to see him holding his head in his hands, shaking. I went up to him and helped him up. I put one hand around his torso and placed his arm around my shoulder.
I, again dragged him up three flights of stairs, to our room (it's really weird, saying 'our room').
I set him on the bed and wrapped a blanket around his shivering frame. He had goosebumps up and down his arms. His face was pale. I felt his forehead, it felt hotter.
I took his temperature.
"Shit! 108! Oh Lou..." I whispered, softly. I stroked his cheek, feeling its heat and vulnerability.
He stirred, slightly. I withdrew my hand, not to wake him. "I'm fine. Don't stop. It felt nice, like I'm needed again..." he said, barely above a whisper.
I smiled, and continued, to stroke his cheek softly. "You are needed, more than you ever will think possible. And don't worry, Lou. I'm not gonna leave you, no matter how much you want........" I whispered.
He smiled, drifting off. He murmured something, unintelligible.
Louis's POV
"I would never want you to." I murmur.
She strokes my cheek and I drift off into a deep sleep. Before I fall asleep, she says, "I'm gonna take a shower. Go to sleep, Lou. I'll be downstairs. Only a phone call or text away, okay?"
"Mmm.." I mumble.
She kissed me on the cheek, while I turned tomato red. She chuckled and patted my head. She tucked me, so I wouldn't get cold. She went into the bathroom, taking all her clothes and towels. I drifted off to sleep.
But I was met with horrible memories, memories that only Jo knows about, so far.
Olivia. Olivia Rennings. And it was the worst nightmare ever. Because Jo was there.
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It was prom, our first breakup. I saw her kiss him, my 'best friend'. This was all before the X factor. She saw me, stopped snagging my drunken friend, and sashayed her way over to me (that is a weird word, sashay). She came up to me, smirking like the b*tch she is. And she brought her mouth close to my ear, teasing me.
"I don't want you, anymore. I don't need weak little boys, like you. Thanks for the fun time, though!" she spat in my ear.
I ran home that day, cursing myself loudly in my head.
Then it was like I was pulled out, into another dimension. I was surrounded by people, famous people. Shit! It was our second breakup. The one where she left me for that dude from The Wanted. I saw pain all over again. I was pulled out of it again, to be left in a void of darkness. I was all alone. I had no one. No one could get through my mental wall, no one could break me. Not again.
Louis....
Except her. Olivia. Even now, 2 years later. She has a strong grip on me. An iron one.
She was walking toward me, from my left, shaking her hips like this was hula hooping contest. I was shaking my head in my hands, trying to get myself to wake up. It didn't work. It never does.
Get. Away. From. Him. Now. You've hurt him enough. Get back, before its too late to save your b*tchy face from my fists. Cause you don't want to feel them, believe me.
I look up to see the most gorgeous creature in my life. She wasn't human, too beautiful. Too perfect. My angel. My best friend. My secret love. My Jo.
Her face was serene and eerily menacing. It was so calm, it was terrifying. I look back to Olivia, who was a foot away from me. Jo, however, had terrified her even though she was, like, three yards away. She was walking towards me, quickly. Olivia retreated, running as fast as she could in her 7 inch stilettos. She was gone in a blink of an eye.
I look to my left. Jo looked gorgeous. She had no makeup, unlike Olivia. Her face was pale but pure. Effortlessly gorgeous. She was wearing a plain white dress, that sparkled when she moved. It went to the top of her knees. Her hair was the same, dark brown flowing with the smallest wave in it.
The only difference, she had a pair of dark black wings with red tips, coming from her. It had an aura of warmth around it. It was like it was a disguise. She kneeled beside me. She smiled and took my head in her arms. She brought me slowly into a warm hug, caressing the back of my head.
"Don't you worry, my angel. I'll protect you from her and the rest of your evils, just stay by me, and don't run off."
I let my tears fall. The ones I held in since two years. When Olivia left me for that Nathan guy, I held it in. I had to put up the superstar cover. Now I let them all down. I buried my head into her warm neck. It was soft and felt right. She caressed my head, playing with my hair.
"Let it out. You don't need to bottle up anything with me. I won't dishonor your trust."
She whispered nice things into my hair. They made me feel all emotional inside.
That's when I woke up.
Arabelle's POV
Its been about 3 hours since Louis fell asleep. I didn't disturb him, cause we were up all night (get it?!) yesterday. His fever was really high. Every 15 minutes, I went in to check on him. I dabbed his face with a super cold cloth, in attempt to reduce his fever.
It was time to check on him. I was getting up, heading to the stair case, when I saw him stumbling down, falling over the humongous blanket around his shivering body. That got me running. "Louis! You could've called me, if you wanted something! You don't have enough energy to even walk!" I scolded him for his stupid act for about 2 minutes before I got him onto the couch.
He sighed and made himself comfortable. I knelt down beside him. I had a sense of déjà vu. I remember that we were in the same position when I gave him the kiss on his cheek. I didn't know what made me do that. It was stupid. He doesn't like me like that, but I just had to screw things up! Luckily, I didn't put dampen in our friendship.
"Are you hungry?" I said softly, trying not to make his headache more.
He looked at me, our faces inches apart. He nodded ever so slightly. I heated up the carrot soup he loves. By the time I came to give it to him, he was upright, watching the weather channel. I handed it to him, being careful to not spill anything. "My body feels so tired! I can't even lift the bowl...." he looks at me with those eyes that no one could resist.
"Really?!"
"Please? I'm hungry!" he said, like a two year old.
I rolled my eyes at his childish behavior, and started to spoon feed him his burning hot soup.
I woke up to soft stroking on my cheek. It felt so nice and warm. I woke up to see Jo fast asleep, stroking my cheek in her sleep. Her head was on my chest, her breathing kinda tickling me. She looked so cute when she slept. Two seconds after staring at her like a stalker, I got up, gently setting her hand down.
Once I got up, I felt bad. I mean sick. My tummy turned upside down, my head started to sweat, my body was weak and cold. I stumbled as I made my way to the kitchen. I made loud noises as I fell into the dining chair. A few seconds later, I was startled by a voice.
"You okay, Lou? You seem pale." said my angel.
"Yeah I think. But my tummy hurts and I feel like I was used as a punching bag and that I am in the Antarctic!" I say wrapping my arms around myself.
''I think you have a fever!" she said, with a frown.
"ACHOO!" I sneezed. "Damn it! I think your right."
Arabelle's POV
I felt his forehead. It was burning. I got the thermometer. "Shit. You have a fever of 105 degrees! We gotta get home!" I got our bags and a notepad and pen. I wrote a note for Harry and Ash. Meanwhile, Louis was slowly, visibly weakening. I had to half carry half drag him to the car, since his fever basically left no energy in him.
"You have a license?" he asked.
"No, but it's an emergency."
"Okay. I'm gonna sleep. I am sleepy...." His voice trailed off, as he doze into a nice sleep. I dumped him in the passengers seat, and drove home.
We got there pretty quickly. I dragged Louis out of the car, and up to the front door. I rung the bell, almost dropping Lou. After 3 minutes of constant ringing, no one answered. I took the keys from Louis's pocket, and tried to open the door. His breath was hot on my neck. That didn't help my situation at all!
I got the door open, and lugged Louis in. I set him on the couch and turned back to get our over night bags, when I felt his warm hand tug on mine.
"Don't go. Don't leave me alone..." he said, half asleep. He probably meant that he needed someone to take care of him, right?! He possibly couldn't mean what I hope he meant...
I crouched down so I was at the same level as his face. "I'm just going to get the stuff from the car. I'll be back in five minutes, and then I'll take you to your bedroom, which is sadly on the highest floor." I sighed.
I got the bags, locked the car and the front door and ran upstairs and threw them in a corner. We can unpack, after Louis feels better. I ran back down, to see him holding his head in his hands, shaking. I went up to him and helped him up. I put one hand around his torso and placed his arm around my shoulder.
I, again dragged him up three flights of stairs, to our room (it's really weird, saying 'our room').
I set him on the bed and wrapped a blanket around his shivering frame. He had goosebumps up and down his arms. His face was pale. I felt his forehead, it felt hotter.
I took his temperature.
"Shit! 108! Oh Lou..." I whispered, softly. I stroked his cheek, feeling its heat and vulnerability.
He stirred, slightly. I withdrew my hand, not to wake him. "I'm fine. Don't stop. It felt nice, like I'm needed again..." he said, barely above a whisper.
I smiled, and continued, to stroke his cheek softly. "You are needed, more than you ever will think possible. And don't worry, Lou. I'm not gonna leave you, no matter how much you want........" I whispered.
He smiled, drifting off. He murmured something, unintelligible.
Louis's POV
"I would never want you to." I murmur.
She strokes my cheek and I drift off into a deep sleep. Before I fall asleep, she says, "I'm gonna take a shower. Go to sleep, Lou. I'll be downstairs. Only a phone call or text away, okay?"
"Mmm.." I mumble.
She kissed me on the cheek, while I turned tomato red. She chuckled and patted my head. She tucked me, so I wouldn't get cold. She went into the bathroom, taking all her clothes and towels. I drifted off to sleep.
But I was met with horrible memories, memories that only Jo knows about, so far.
Olivia. Olivia Rennings. And it was the worst nightmare ever. Because Jo was there.
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~
It was prom, our first breakup. I saw her kiss him, my 'best friend'. This was all before the X factor. She saw me, stopped snagging my drunken friend, and sashayed her way over to me (that is a weird word, sashay). She came up to me, smirking like the b*tch she is. And she brought her mouth close to my ear, teasing me.
"I don't want you, anymore. I don't need weak little boys, like you. Thanks for the fun time, though!" she spat in my ear.
I ran home that day, cursing myself loudly in my head.
Then it was like I was pulled out, into another dimension. I was surrounded by people, famous people. Shit! It was our second breakup. The one where she left me for that dude from The Wanted. I saw pain all over again. I was pulled out of it again, to be left in a void of darkness. I was all alone. I had no one. No one could get through my mental wall, no one could break me. Not again.
Louis....
Except her. Olivia. Even now, 2 years later. She has a strong grip on me. An iron one.
She was walking toward me, from my left, shaking her hips like this was hula hooping contest. I was shaking my head in my hands, trying to get myself to wake up. It didn't work. It never does.
Get. Away. From. Him. Now. You've hurt him enough. Get back, before its too late to save your b*tchy face from my fists. Cause you don't want to feel them, believe me.
I look up to see the most gorgeous creature in my life. She wasn't human, too beautiful. Too perfect. My angel. My best friend. My secret love. My Jo.
Her face was serene and eerily menacing. It was so calm, it was terrifying. I look back to Olivia, who was a foot away from me. Jo, however, had terrified her even though she was, like, three yards away. She was walking towards me, quickly. Olivia retreated, running as fast as she could in her 7 inch stilettos. She was gone in a blink of an eye.
I look to my left. Jo looked gorgeous. She had no makeup, unlike Olivia. Her face was pale but pure. Effortlessly gorgeous. She was wearing a plain white dress, that sparkled when she moved. It went to the top of her knees. Her hair was the same, dark brown flowing with the smallest wave in it.
The only difference, she had a pair of dark black wings with red tips, coming from her. It had an aura of warmth around it. It was like it was a disguise. She kneeled beside me. She smiled and took my head in her arms. She brought me slowly into a warm hug, caressing the back of my head.
"Don't you worry, my angel. I'll protect you from her and the rest of your evils, just stay by me, and don't run off."
I let my tears fall. The ones I held in since two years. When Olivia left me for that Nathan guy, I held it in. I had to put up the superstar cover. Now I let them all down. I buried my head into her warm neck. It was soft and felt right. She caressed my head, playing with my hair.
"Let it out. You don't need to bottle up anything with me. I won't dishonor your trust."
She whispered nice things into my hair. They made me feel all emotional inside.
That's when I woke up.
Arabelle's POV
Its been about 3 hours since Louis fell asleep. I didn't disturb him, cause we were up all night (get it?!) yesterday. His fever was really high. Every 15 minutes, I went in to check on him. I dabbed his face with a super cold cloth, in attempt to reduce his fever.
It was time to check on him. I was getting up, heading to the stair case, when I saw him stumbling down, falling over the humongous blanket around his shivering body. That got me running. "Louis! You could've called me, if you wanted something! You don't have enough energy to even walk!" I scolded him for his stupid act for about 2 minutes before I got him onto the couch.
He sighed and made himself comfortable. I knelt down beside him. I had a sense of déjà vu. I remember that we were in the same position when I gave him the kiss on his cheek. I didn't know what made me do that. It was stupid. He doesn't like me like that, but I just had to screw things up! Luckily, I didn't put dampen in our friendship.
"Are you hungry?" I said softly, trying not to make his headache more.
He looked at me, our faces inches apart. He nodded ever so slightly. I heated up the carrot soup he loves. By the time I came to give it to him, he was upright, watching the weather channel. I handed it to him, being careful to not spill anything. "My body feels so tired! I can't even lift the bowl...." he looks at me with those eyes that no one could resist.
"Really?!"
"Please? I'm hungry!" he said, like a two year old.
I rolled my eyes at his childish behavior, and started to spoon feed him his burning hot soup.
Notes
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-yoyo
10/14/13