R5 Imagines

Riker and Layla: Part Two

Layla's POV

The next couple of weeks were filled with practice for my upcoming surf competition. I was training and practicing really early every morning. Riker, who despised morning immensely, kindly woke up early just to be there for me. We would meet at the beach, watch the sunrise, and then surf till' eight or ten o'clock. This particular morning, I was feeling extremely drained and unmotivated. I doubted the fact that I would even be able to do this. As I was walking through the sandy parking lot, a car haphazardly pulled out and hit me. Usually, Riker and I were the only ones here this early but I guess not this time. The driver carelessly drove away and I felt a sharp pain in my side and I hit the ground.

Riker's POV

My phone alarm went off at 4:30 in the freaking morning. Gosh, I hate getting out of my comfy bed. It's the worst. I always wished I was a morning person like my sister. It would be so helpful. Layla isn't a morning person or a night owl. She's kinda in the middle. I'm just glad she understands that I'm only grumpy in the mornings when we meet because I'm still half-asleep. One time I snapped at her and totally cursed her out because she kept making fun of my bedhead. I felt really bad and of course, I said sorry but like if the sun hasn't fully risen and I don't have caffeine or sugar in my system, do NOT talk to me. I need time. I need space. I need silence. Whoa. I sound like a diva. I guess I kinda am but please don't tell anybody. Everyone already thinks I'm this super tough macho dude who can totally take anything....

Okay no they don't but a guy can dream, right?

I sighed and mustered up the courage and effort to get out of bed. I washed my face and ran a hand through my crazy hair. I brushed my teeth and headed downstairs. My siblings and I all lived in the same epic house and it was the best. I grabbed a breakfast bar for later and went out to the deck to grab my surfboard. After grabbing my board and putting on socks and Converse, I headed down to the street and walked down the street. I had my earbuds in and I was listening to Hallelujah by Panic! At The Disco. Okay so can you keep a secret? Good. So I'm gonna ask Layla to be my girlfriend later today. I'm so stoked and I really hope she agrees to it. If not, I'll just take a plane to Timbuktu and never return.

I got to the parking lot and kicked off my shoes and socks. It was better just to hold them since I hated getting sand in my shoes and whatnot.

I kept walking and saw a colourful blob in the middle of the parking lot. Did someone just leave their surfboard and their clothes on the ground? Oh dear. Now I'm scared to go up to the shore in case there's some random naked lunatic running around. When I gingerly stepped closer, I realized it was a pale girl lying there and I gasped when I realized it was Layla.

She was extremely pale and looked unconscious. I gently shook her shoulders and called her name several times. There was no response so I put my stuff down and called 911. Then I waited for the ambulance and held her limp, cold hand.

Layla's POV

I shifted a little bit and opened my eyes. Ouch. The sun. Too bright. I looked around and realized I was in a hospital room.

"What happened?" I whispered to myself.

"I actually have no idea but the doctor's said you had some major bruising and you passed out." Riker replied.

"Oh."

Wait. Riker? Why is he here?

"How'd you find me?"

"You were lying on the cold, hard, ground...in the parking lot at the beach. I think you were hit by a car or you just collapsed. I seriously don't know."

I rolled my eyes at his Taylor Swift reference and chuckled lightly. "Yeah I actually remember that. I was hit by a car. I wanted to beep at him but I wasn't in a car so...."

Riker laughed. "You're adorable, Layla."

The next couple of weeks were spent recovering. I was so mad that I wasn't supposed to be surfing or overexerting myself...but I did it anyway. Riker and I met at the beach every morning and I had to do lots of strength training. I was doing push-ups at the moment and Riker was doing them right next to me to encourage me to keep going.

I fell face first into the sand and sighed. "Riker, I don't think I can actually do this. Like seriously. I can't even get up on the board as fast as I used to and I feel so weak and pathetic. Maybe we should just-"

"Shhh...Layla. You're doing perfectly fine." Riker sat up and pulled my close. I rested my head on his warm, bare chest and started crying.

"Don't cry, Sweetheart. You're still recovering but you're also training for a completion. That's two things you gotta balance and you're doing an amazing job at that. You're not alone in this and I swear on my life that I'll never let you be alone in this. Just give it your best and if you need to rest or take a break, you should do that, okay?"

I nodded and smiled. He brushed away a few of my stray tears and hugged me tight.

Three weeks later, I was over the moon. I had won regionals, nationals, and made it through semifinals and finals. I had won every competition I had been in. Riker had also won my heart and I was so happy to be his girlfriend. With Riker by my side, I knew things would always be looking up.

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Sorry I always make ya'll get hit by cars hahaha. My bad XD

Also, Layla, thanks for waiting so patiently! School's almost finished so of course, it's getting a bit stressful hehehe. I hope you liked your imagine Xx