Hope you enjoy. This came into my mind when listening to Ellie Goulding's cover of Your Song, and a couple of other songs like it, including Adele's Make You Feel My love. I haven't yet decided if this is a one-shot or if I'll continue.
She'd just appeared on my doorstep. That's the only way I can explain it. I don't know when she decided to dye her hair back to red, when she bought that white, flowing gown that looked more suited as nightwear, or when she decided that it would be a good idea to go swimming at 4am, and walk to our house without drying herself.
I'd just stared at her, confused, and she'd looked back at me, a mixture of surprise, confusion, and, was that fear in her green eyes? There was none of the usual friendliness, let alone a kiss, embrace, or even a smile. Just that look. How much time passed, I don't know for sure, but if I had to make a guess, I'd say we stared at each other for a good minute before her eyes rolled back and her head plummeted forward. Her body had crumpled, and if I hadn't seen it coming she would have hit the ground. Instead, I caught her in my arms and carried her inside, lying her limp body on the couch as my heart started to pump , panic beginning to bubble from the pit of my stomach, and the cogs in the back of my mind started churning.
"WALTER" I'd bellowed up from the bottom of the stairs, being answered a few seconds later with a grumpy questioning, which I ignored. Soon enough though, I heard his heavy footsteps on the ceiling above, and I greeted him at the bottom of the steps with a worried expression. "It's Liv" I muttered, and his eyebrows furrowed, like a father worried for a sick child. I knew I was speaking to fast but I didn't care. He still understood. "I don't know what's wrong, she's all different, but she's fainted".
I'd led him to an empty couch, and gaped at it. Where had she gone? "Olivia?" I called. "Livvy?" I don't know why I had bothered, because something in me knew she'd gone. Walter glared at me for getting him up and panicked, and made some remark about how I must be going as crazy as him, before he returned to bed.
I followed suit, but needless to say I didn't sleep that night, nor the next, and I daresay had I not been at the real Olivia's the night after that I wouldn't have slept then either. The Olivia I spent this night with, I might add, was still blonde, but whatever else she was, she wasn't the mysterious redheaded stranger.