Oli's P.O.V

I sat in utter shock, If I had been a rational man, my sense of flight would have surely kicked in by now, but as I said, I am not that rational. After seeing the fleeting look of fear envelop Austin, my only concern was whether or not he was okay. i pushed all my worries aside, and slipped into his now open arms, securely holding him to me. I should be more freaked out, I mean a stranger was in 'my' bedroom while i was sleeping, and they were most certainly stalking us for some unannounced reason. Yet again, I was whisked out the trance of my own thoughts, this time by a muffled sob; my eyes immediately went to Austin. His body was shaking violently, he had his head bowed but i could see he was biting his now trembling lip and fighting back tears. I pulled him down as I laid back on the huge sofa, that way he was now laying beside me with his head placed in the crook of my neck, and an arm draped haphazardly on my chest. I slipped an arm around him and pulled him impossibly close to me, his breathing was jarred and the tears slowly fell, pooling in my shirt. I sighed and used my free hand to brush hair off of his forehead, with that it revealed the confusion and anger that was clearly sprawled on otherwise delicate face.

He looked at me and forced a small smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, he mumbled " 'm sorry" over and over again, I shook my head at him. He looked so...terrible, he looked on the verge of a breakdown, for reasons I couldn't comprehend I just wanted to wipe that look of his face, to make him smile and to never see him frown again. Frowns were unbecoming on him, his smile never failed to make my heart flutter, even though I tried to make it stop. He was something special, I was aware of that much; if I believed in god I would think he was my guardian angel, I still do despite my beliefs. We made eye contact after awhile, his eyes were still foggy but beginning to dry up, which brought a smile and slight blush to me. He certainly did have a strange affect on me that didn't go unnoticed, I just didn't know why.

"Why on earth are you this sad? It's not like it's your fault some loon is doing this! C'mon mate smile..." I pleaded with him, but the sadness in his eyes remained, he grunted and wiped his face, I couldn't help but blush, it was to cute. Wait, did I really just call Austin cute?

'yesyoudidyoulittlefaggot,stopstaring.healreadythinksyourpathetic.'

I groaned and slammed my head back on the arm of the recliner, which sent a loud thud across the room. My free arm went over my eyes, as I bit down on my tongue to keep from screaming, now wasn't the time for this fuck in my head to taunt me. I moved my head upright again, to see a startled looking Austin with curious eyes, "sorry, I'm just bloody tired." I mumbled.

'goodexcusedumbass.'

I forced a smile on my face, and smiled for real when the man next to me returned it. Despite all the craziness that had occurred in the last 3 days, I was fucking happy. More so than I've been since mum was alive...I felt Austin roll on top of me, which made me grunt in shock of his weight crushing my chest, he wasn't big but it was just unexpected. I watched as he proceeded to keep rolling till he fell off the couch and onto the rug. He smiled and emitted an "OW" before we both busted up with laughter, it was just what was needed to cut the tension in the room, i could tell we were both still uneasy with the nights events, but the air between us was certainly lighter. I was still laughing when I felt a hand grab my arm and pull me, next thing i knew i hit the ground with an "oomph", I rolled on my side and stuck my tongue out at Austin, who was laughing so hard he was crying, 'those are the only tears I ever want to see him shed.'
Austin finally stopped laughing, and we just laid on the rug, staring at the ceiling; my mind was making patterns in the designs on the strange ceiling, while Austin tapped his foot on the ground. We stayed like this for awhile, until I heard him clear his throat.

"I'm so tired, but I don't think I can sleep...I thought I was going to have another heart attack when all that happened." his voice trailed off towards the end, I propped myself up on my elbows, looking at him with an eyebrow raised.

"Wait...another heart attack? You've had one before..?"

He chewed his lip, his body tensed as I stared at him intently, curious as to how he had one. He nodded his head, "Yeah, I have this thing called Marfan Syndrome, hints to why my legs are miles long, and im a mixture of lanky and bulk; not to mention the affects on my aorta, which transfers blood to the heart, ya da ya da." he intertwined his fingers and put his hands behind his head. He looked like he was focusing on his breathing, trying to calm himself, but his face was now contorted in pain. I moved closer to him, and brushed the hair from his eyes; before plopping down next to him.

"Oh...I'm so sorry. You're incredibly brave Austin, but It looks like you aren't feeling so well...do you have any medicine?" worry started to lace its way into my voice, he nodded slowly, eyes clenched and his knuckles white. "Where is it? I'll get it for you," I asked in an antsy tone, standing up and looking at him, a frown marring my face. His head rolled back a bit, and he opened his eyes, which were half lidded from whatever pain he was going through. 'It'sallyourfault.' I frowned, it kind of was my fault...

"N-o, what-t if th-they co-me ba-c-k" he had to strain so much to form words, I felt my heart race. I was more scared for him right now then myself. I would rather get hurt then watch him have a heart attack or stroke, knowing I could have prevented it. I vigorously shook my head, "Austin, tell me where the fuck they are or I will tear this house apart, im not scared of some sicko."

He shot me a small pained smile, and pointed at the kitchen, "3-rd d-dra-wer f-rom th-e fr-fridg-e" his words were so broken apart, it was scaring me shitless. I ran to the kitchen, finding the drawer and hastily opening it, I grabbed the large pill bottle and his bottle of water from earlier tonight, I rushed back in the living room; thankfully he was still awake, and hadn't moved. Kneeling next to him, I opened it up and read the label:

"Take three every morning, and every night before bedtime. Take two for sudden outbursts."

Easy enough. I grabbed two of the large pills, and opened the water bottle, he lifted he head a bit, and took the pills from my palm. I used my legs to prop him up enough so he could take them. After swallowing the medicine he gasped, and laid back onto my knees, smiling up at me. I felt my face go red hot, but I couldn't avert my eyes from his. I absentmindedly played with his dark locks, and I sighed in relief as the pained look that haunted his dark eyes, slowly faded.

"Sorry for that Oli...you are incredible. I don't know what I would have done without you here with me. I owe you big time." he shot me that smile of his, and hadn't he been using my knees as pillows and if i would have been standing, they would have surely given out. I wasn't sure why all of the sudden I had taken an interest in a guy, I always thought of myself of straight, but Austin was ripping down every label I ever made for myself.

"Can we just call it even? You are doing me a huge favor with letting me stay here, and ill still work for ya and clean, 'romise." I grinned at him, and he chuckled but nodded as well as he could.

"Even."

He slowly stood up and stretched his back out, before offering me a hand; I took it without hesitation. We sat on the couch, watching some stupid movie about a couple trying to get pregnant; Austin cuddled into my side and I allowed an arm to slip around him. I looked at him for the umpteenth time today but he was already sound asleep. I held him close, totally ignoring the fact that I was still kind of freaked out about our stalker, being in Austin's arms made me feel safe. Safer then I ever felt at home with my dad, or out with my friends. I felt my lips pull upwards and I laid my head on his, just in time to hear his phone go off. It vibrated twice then stopped, I looked at the table beside the couch and gasped when it was the unknown number once again. I clicked read, feeling guilty for being on Austin's phone, but I had to see what this person had to say.

"Having fun yet? Cause I am. I think we should play again sometime. Sometime very very soon. goodnight you two. Try and get some sleep."

Under the text was a photo of me, very similar to the one taken earlier; but there was something in this picture that wasn't in the others. There was a knife, held a few inches above my heart. I gulped, and felt my body go weak. I started to feel the tears cascade down my cheeks, I pulled Austin closer to me. A million thoughts dancing in my head, mainly just 'why?' and 'who?' I gave up on my quest for answers, that I knew i couldn't answer; and watched movies until the sun came up. I don't think I can sleep at night ever again.


Unknown P.O.V


After the nights adventures I decided it was time to go home, I dumped the knife I carried with me on the counter, and went to my computer and uploaded the pictures from my phone, printing them out and pinning them to a bulletin board, before going back to the computer and drafting out my plans, for every night until the decision day, as i liked to call it. That would be the day that I pulled the final stunt, I was going to get Oli out of my loves life one way or the other. After several hours of drafting I printed it out as well, before posting them in a makeshift time line. I looked at my handiwork and smiled viciously. It was all so perfect, I wanted to cry at the beauty of it. I grinned as I made my way into my room, which I used to share with Austin on some nights. I hadn't taken his things out of here, or washed the clothes he left or the sheets we once made love on. No they were all reminders to me that I would get him back.

I grabbed one of his shirts and put it on my pillow before cuddling up with it, admiring all the pictures of us that were sprawled on my walls and ceiling. A poster sized picture of me and Austin hung above me, we were both shirtless and laying on the bow of my families boat. We looked so happy, so in love. I wonder why he left me to begin with? He said he was holding me back, but from what? A miserable life without him? I started to feel myself losing it, I lashed out at the head board and sobbed into my pillow, covering his shirt with tears. He used to hold me when I was like this...but now its because of him. I sobbed harder at the realization and cried out for him, knowing he wasn't here cause he was with him...I couldnt even bear to say his name. I drafted a text to Austins phone, clicked on the picture of OLI, the one where I had held a knife a few inches above his precious fucking heart, oh how I wanted to kill him. Have I mentioned how much I hated him? I rolled my eyes at the thought of him, and hit send in disgust.

If Oli really wants Austin, he will have to take him from my cold dead hands.

Notes

woah oh, poor Austin, he's having a hard time :(
does Oli seem to be accepting his feelings? or is he just confused, and feel in debt to austin?

and uh oh what does the unknown have planned?

;P

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