The End

When the world ends, will Layla and Dylan be able to survive on their own? They haven't found any water in days, and their food selection is scarce. They need to find help, before their time is up. When they meet up with five boys from the fire, will they be able to survive together? Or will hell find them first? So far, hell is winning.


27. Dreaming

Layla's POV:

I watched as Ali's nimble fingers slid the card through the slot, the button turning green telling us the door could be opened. I stared at the beautiful room. The whole back was was all windows looking out over the lake and city. Even though half of it was destroyed, it still looked perfect. It was cold in the hotel, but much warmer than outside. I walked over to the kitchen area, admiring the purple walls, the raised ceiling holding a beautiful chandelier. Ali walked towards the bathroom as I walked down the hallway. I opened the first door to my right. Another bathroom, blue walls and sterling silver sink. The next door was a decent bedroom, Ali was already in there looking through the clothes. I walked to the very back door, slowly opening it. It creaked open, revealing a gorgeous room. White walls, dark brown furniture, walk in closet stuffed with clothes, a T.V (which wouldn't work), laptop that might work if I try to charge it, there's still some electricity, and a balcony. "I want this room!" I called. Ali came running down the hall, "That's fine with me, the other ones more me anyways." She said skipping off. I was already making myself comfortable. Slipping off my ratted uggs and coat, revealing my tattered clothes. I looked around the room some more and saw a door. I slid my fingers over the handle and slightly pushed it open, revealing my very own bathroom stocked with soap and towels. "Ali! I'm getting in this shower!!!" I yelled. "Ok!" I heard her reply. I squirmed out of my dirty clothes and put them on the counter as I turned on the water. Once the water was warm enough, I stepped into the shower, allowing the liquid to run down my body. It felt so good, taking a shower after being cold and stranded for days. Showers let you think, ya know? About life. Just standing there and thinking for as long as you need to. "Layla! Hurry up and get out of there!!!" Ali yelled from my bedroom. I scurried out of the shower and for dressed, pulling my hair up so that it wasn't in my face. "What's going on?!" I asked. "Are you hungry?" She asked. "Ya, a little." I said. I found some cereal, the milk is spoiled though." Ali said. "Anything will work." I replied. I scarfed down the cereal, heading back to my bedroom, and going to bed.


Harry's POV:

I couldn't sleep that night, Layla wasn't next to me. I needed her to see my dreams and hold my hand. It's been like an obsession with me lately, needing her by my side. I don't "love" her, maybe it'll become love one day, but not now. But I feel like I need to protect her, and be there for her. She was only across the hall. And it's not SUPER late, maybe 12:30? Maybe I could get in. I crawled out of bed and tiptoed over to the front door, slowly pulling it open. I walked over to Layla's room, knocking softly. I heard the pitter-patter of soft footsteps walking towards the door. There was a click and soon after Layla's face appeared. "I can't sleep." I stated quietly. "Neither can I," She sighed, "wanna come in?" I walked into her apartment, looking at how much cleaner and neater it was than mine. "I miss TV." She laughed. "I do, too. And my phone." I added. "Do you have an iPhone?" She asked. "Ya why?" I said pulling it out of my pocket. "Give me it." She said grabbing it from my hand and placing it into her iPod dock. She smirked and came to sit down next to me on the couch. "Thanks." I grinned. "No problem." She said looking out the massive windows into the pitch black world. "I wonder who else is out there..." I hesitated. "Who knows...we could be the only ones left." She sighed as she closed her eyes and rested her head on my shoulder. "Mind if I lay down?" She asked. "Only if I can." I replied. I laid down on the couch, Layla lying down on top of me, fiddling with my fingers. Her hands slowly finding their way to my curls. "You're cheeky." She giggled. "What?" I asked. "You're cheeky." She repeated. I grinned at her, letting small comments slip out once and a while. I looked out at the pitch black city through the wall of windows, watching as Layla's eyes started to close.

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