How was I supposed to tell her? How was I supposed to tell her that Dylan wasn't coming back? He attempted to kill Niall, we couldn't let him near Layla. She was already depressed, I didn't want to make it worse. "Hey mate. You alright?" I heard Louis call from behind me. I sighed, "No. I don't know what to do. I can't tell her." "Want me to do it for you?" He asked. "Would you really?" I asked turning around and looking at him. "Sure. Only because I know how hard it'll be for you." He replied. "Thank you." I sighed. I was relieved. A giant weight lifted off of my shoulders. I stood outside of her door, listening in on their conversation. "Hey, what's up Louis?" Layla asked. "Uhh...I need to talk to you. Can we sit down?" He asked. I knew exactly how Layla's face looked, exactly what was going through her head. "He's gone isn't he?" She asked. "He's not gone...he's just...not coming back." Louis paused. "What'd he do?" Layla sniffled. "He tried to kill Niall. He was looking for you. He wanted to kill YOU. But since you weren't there, he decided to go after Niall instead." Louis explained. Layla's sniffles turned into soft sobs. "He wanted...he wanted to kill me?" She asked, completely hurt from his words. Louis was silent, so I take it he nodded. Layla's sobs grew wider. "Where's Harry? Why didn't he tell me?" She asked. "He was afraid. He don't want to hurt you. He got himself stressed out over it." Louis said. "Is he here now?" "Ya...I'll go get him." "Thank you Louis." She cried. I walked though the door as Layla rose from the couch and ran over to me. She squeezed my torso tight as her tears left stains on my shirt."It's ok. Everything's gonna be fine. Promise." I looked down at her, letting my hand travel up and down her wavy hair. "I...I love you, Harry." Layla cried."I love you, too." I replied. Love. The word finally escaped our mouths. We love each other. Love. She lifted her head off of my chest, "You do?" She asked. "I've loved you for a while. I just didn't want to tell you. I wanted to make sure you were ready." I said. She smiled at me, wiping the tears off of her face. "I'm really tired..." She sighed. "Can I stay with you?" I asked. "I want you to." She said as she grabbed my hand and led me to her bedroom. She grabbed some sweat pants and a tank top and I stripped to my boxers. We both climbed into bed and fell asleep.