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.


30. Silence

Harry's POV:

Layla and I tried to sneak into the hotel without the group noticing, but when I looked up, Dylan was looking right at me. I continued to walk as he flicked me off. "You're brother just gave me the finger." I whispered into Layla's ear as we walked through the front doors. "Seriously?!" She gasped. "What's his problem?!" "It's ok...lets just go to your room." I said as we walked up the stairs. Once she opened the door, we walked into the living room. I had Layla sit on the couch as I checked the place for the madman. "All clear." I said as she sighed. She put her elbows on her knees and rested her head in her hands. "This life is's hell." She complained. "Hey. Layla. C'mon look at me." I said bending down in front of her. "As long as I'm here you'll be ok. I won't let anything happen to you." I promised. She looked back down, not saying a word. "Layla...I promise you that I'll always protect you, no matter if we're together and like each other or not. I always will." I said again. "Thank you." She whispered. I stood up and walked to the other couch, laying down on my back and looking out her window. I looked over to Layla, her head still in her hands. "Come here." I said. She looked up at me, "What?" "Come here." I repeated. "Why?" She asked. "Because I want you to." I answered. She slowly stood up and sat on the edge of the couch. "No, come here." I said gesturing for her to come closer. "There's no room." She said. "Lay on me." I commanded. She gently set herself down on top of me, resting her head on my collarbone. Her back was on my chest as we both looked up at the stars. I sloppily placed my hands on her waist, fiddling with her fingers every so often. "Are you ok?" I asked her. She softly nodded, turning her head to look up at me. "I want you to stay here...why do you have to share with Niall? Can't you and Ali switch, they seem to really like each other." She suggested. "I could make that happen. But I'm not staying in the pink room." I said. "Don't worry, there's another one down the hall." She smiled.


Layla's POV:

I turned my head onto the side, my ear directly over his heart. I heard it thump against his chest, keeping the perfect pace. I listened to it for minutes, hearing his soft, deep breaths and his lungs fill with air. As he exhaled his chest moved down, bringing my head with him. "You enjoying this?" He asked looking down with a smirk on his face. "Mhm." I replied. "It's really nothing." He said. "It keeps the perfect rhythm and when you breath and," I hesitated, "I don't know where I'm going with this." I laughed as he laughed along with me. "Let me listen to yours." He said as he flipped me over so that he was laying on top of me. He rested his head on my chest, his curls falling sloppily over his forehead. He closed his eyes. I watched as his head rose and fell with the pattern of my breathing. He wrapped his hands around my waist, pulling my back up off the couch and himself closer to me. He set me back down gently, hugging me tightly. "Yours is quiet." He whispered. I let my fingers find their way into his hair, tugging on small curls. He started humming the tune of "Irresistible."

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