Gotta Be You

I know how they both feel and now all that’s left to do is to find out how I feel.

And right now, my heart is stuck in the middle of a tug-o-war. Niall pulling hard on one side and Harry pulling just as hard on the other.

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28. A Bad Feeling

Niall’s POV


I was woken up when my phone started ringing. I was still groggy as I felt around my side table for my phone. I finally found it and answered it.

“Hello,” I said while yawning.

“Hello,” said a somewhat familiar voice, “I’m looking for Niall.”

“Speaking,” I replied.

“Hi, Niall, this is Mrs. Abbott, Isla’s mother,” she said. I opened my eyes and sat up quickly. Why would she be calling?

“Hello, Mrs. Abbott,” I said, my heart quickening, “how are you?”

There was a long pause until I heard crying on the other line. And, instantly, my heart dropped.

“Mrs. Abbott, what’s wrong?” I asked, my voice shaking.

She sniffled, calming down a little bit before taking a deep breath.

“Sweetie,” she said, “Isla…Isla’s dead.”

Everything was suddenly a blur. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. My world turned upside down.

 

**

I sat up straight in bed, waking up yelling and breathing hard.

It was just a dream.

I buried my face in my hands, trying to calm down.

That was the worst dream I’ve ever had it my life. It seemed so real. And I’ve been having so many dreams about Isla lately, mostly ones where she came back. And then I would wake up back to reality. Back to a place where a piece of me was missing. That piece was Isla.

It’s been three months since she’s left and since then, I’ve never given up on her. I would go on Twitter multiple times a day searching her name seeing if she had somehow made a Twitter again but no luck. I would read tweets by fans when I search her name hoping that one of them has seen her to know where she is but no luck there either.

I would check Facebook, too, to see if she activated her account again but she hasn’t.

I have not lost hope, I will find her.

I needed to get that dream out of my head. I needed a distraction.

So, I decided to call Liam to see if he could hang out.

 

**

 

I arrived at Liam’s place and went straight in. I walked inside and saw Liam and the rest of the guys in the living room playing video games.

“Hey, lads,” I said, taking a seat beside Liam on the couch.

“Hey,” they all said, their eyes glued to the screen.

There was a few seconds of silence as they continued to look at the TV screen. But my mind was elsewhere, I kept getting flashbacks of all of my dreams about Isla.

“How are you, mate?” Harry asked me, his attention switching from the TV to me.

I took a deep breath and said, “I’m alright.”

He continued to look at me, observing my face.

He could probably see the tiredness in my eyes.

Since Isla left, the bond between all of us grew stronger. They were always there to support me after what happened. I was in a dark place for a while but they were there to pull me out of it.

But a strong bond grew, especially, between me and Harry, despite everything that happened. We understood how the other was feeling and we both agreed that we should just let the past go. There was no use in dwelling on the past because it would only cause tension between us. I hated to see a friendship like ours go in the dumps because of something that we can’t change. The only thing we could do was to forgive and to forget.

“Just alright?” he questioned. He knows that something was bothering me. By now, the rest of the boys had turned their attention to me and were looking at me with worried expressions. They were always worried that I would go back to my dark place but I couldn’t let myself after everything they’ve done for me.

I knew I should just tell them the truth.

“I had the worst dream last night,” I said, “…about Isla.”

I saw Harry tense up and his eyes went wide.

“What happened?” he said.

“Isla’s mum called me and said that she…died,” I said, feeling shivers go down my back, getting goose bumps.

They all look at me with surprised looks.

I shook my head, trying to make the dream go away. I looked at Harry and saw him staring off into place. It looked like he wanted to say something.

“Harry, you alright?” I said. He looked at me and then every one else.

He cleared his throat and said, “lately…I’ve been having a bad feeling. I couldn’t put my finger on what but…once you told us about your dream, I got the feeling again.”

Silence filled the room, all of us in deep thought. This might mean something.

“We need to find her,” I said. All of them stared at me.

Even though they’ve been helping me cope with what’s happened but we all know that we have to do something. We can’t keep avoiding it anymore. Something bad could have happened to Isla and we’re here not doing anything about it.

I looked at all of them and seeing it in their faces that they were thinking the same thing, especially Harry.

“We will, Niall,” Zayn said carefully, “but we can’t put all of our time and energy into it, okay?” He looked at me with a sympathetic look.

“But we will help look for her,” Liam said.

“Okay, then,” I said, a bit of hope growing inside of me, “what should we do first?”

 

**

Isla’s POV

 

I was waiting for the impact. And it came. However, it didn't come from the front where I was expecting it. It came from the side. I was knocked over to the ground, feeling the hard impact on my elbow as it hit the ground. I opened my eyes and looked up at what had knocked me over.

Or should I say who?

My eyes met a pair of grey ones, which were looking at me frantically.

I tried pushing him off of me.

“What the hell are you doing?!” I yelled at him.

“What am I doing? What were you doing?” he replied, his eyes wide. He crouched down beside me, searching my body looking to see if I was hurt.

I tried sitting up but he stopped me by putting his hands on my shoulders.

“Don’t!” he said, “you might’ve hit your head.”

Why was he acting like this? Like he cared about me? I was nothing to him.

“I didn’t!” I interjected. “I’m fine!” I shoved his hands off of me and I slowly sat up.

He watched my every move, waiting to see if something bad was going to happen.

“You did make me hurt my elbow though,” I said, looking at it, seeing blood dripping down my arm. Once he saw it, he quickly took off his checkered sweatshirt that he was wearing over another white one. Then he wrapped it around my elbow.

“Let’s go and take care of that,” he said. Once he had his shirt wrapped properly around my elbow, he helped me up. “Come on, we should clean it up.”

I yanked my arm out of his grasp. “I can do it myself. I don’t need your help.” I started to walk but almost fell over once I felt a sharp pain on my left ankle. I would’ve fallen over had he not caught me. He straightened me up and he grabbed my arm and put it around his shoulder. He then wrapped his other arm around my waist, supporting me.

“Okay, tough guy,” he said, “you can continue to be your stubborn self once we’ve cleaned you up and take care of your ankle.”

I felt my stomach turn when he said the ‘stubborn’ comment. Everyone use to make fun of me about my stubbornness, especially Harry.

I quickly shook the thought out of my head.

“Fine,” I said. I reluctantly let him help me walk and as we were making our way back to town, I observed his face. He had wavy brown hair that framed his eyes and he looked to be about my age, maybe a bit older.

He had just saved my life, even though my intent was to end it. But he saved me and maybe it was meant to be. And now he was here helping me.

And I felt something inside of me as I continued to look at him.

Hope?

Hope that there’s a chance that I could be saved even more by this boy. I’m not getting ahead of myself and think that I can trust him completely but I had to start somewhere.

He noticed me looking and he looked into my eyes. I jumped a bit when he caught me staring at him but he just smiled at me.

I looked away and down at the ground and continued to limp beside him.

“So, what’s your name?” he said.

I cleared my throat. “Isla. Isla Abbott.”

“Nice to meet you, Isla, Isla Abbott. My name’s James.”

I smiled for a second at his humour but I didn’t want him to see it. And the smile quickly went away as I remembered what had just happened.

“Look,” I began to say, “about…what happened…I--”

“We can talk about it later,” he interrupted, giving me an understanding look. I looked away again.

Then silence.

We made it into town and I gave him directions back to my place. I couldn’t trust him taking me to his place. And if were in mine, my neighbours would be there to help me in case anything bad happens. But I knew that he was being sincere in wanting to help me so I got rid of those thoughts.

We were on my street and I could see my house.

I knew I had to say something to him. He saved my life and now he was helping me and taking me home. My mind was still a little bit muddled right now so I just said the first thing that came to mind.

I looked up at him, catching his gaze and smiling at him.

“Thank you, James.”

 

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What do you think's gonna happen with the boys when they look for Isla?

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