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.


36. What Do We Do?

Layla's POV:

A few hours passed, and I heard Harry walk through the door. "How do you feel?"

He asked me. I just shook my head and closed my eyes. He came and sat next to

me, placing his hand on my back and rubbing small circles. "Want to come sit

with us?" He asked. I nodded and grabbed a sweatshirt. Harry helped me up and

wrapped his arm around my waist, guiding me to the living room. "Hey Layla! How

do you feel?" Everyone asked. I scrunched my lips up to the side and shrugged. I

sat down on a chair next to Harry's and held my knees to my chest. "How's your

voice?" Louis smirked. "I don't know." I attempted to say but all that came out

were croaks. Everyone laughed and started talking about something, but my head

hurt too much to pay attention. I felt more coughs coming and brought my hand up

to my mouth. They were worse this time, and everyone looked worried. I tried to

drink some water but nothing worked. Harry looked terrified, and I didn't know

what was wrong either. Niall tried to help by rubbing and patting my back, but

that did no good either. Harry stood up and walked to the bathroom, slamming the

door behind him.

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