Dylan & Ally's Immortal Love #Wattys2015

Chapter 35: Hitting the Road.

Chapter: 35
"Oh my God," I breathed heavily. "We are lost!"

"Relax!" Dylan grabbed my hand. I wasn't breathing properly.

"We are lost, we are going to miss the train!" My heart was hammering in my chest.

"Ally," he rested his hands on my shoulders. "Calm down! It is going to be okay, we have two hours to find our train, everything will be okay!"

I nodded repeatedly, then looked at him. "What if we miss it? What if we didn't get on the correct train? What if-" I was silenced by his slap. I looked at him with wide eyes, my cheek stinging a tiny bit. "Why the hell did you slap me?!"

"I didn't slap you, it was just a gesture to silence you," he excused.

"You silence a girl by kissing her, not slapping her!" I exclaimed.

He rolled his eyes, bringing me under his armpit. "You're going to chill, and relax, okay?"

"Get off!" I tried to break free but his grip was strong.

"Chill and relax!" He repeated.

"People are staring at us!" I said.

"Chill an-"

"Okay!" I exclaimed. "I'm calm!" I sighed, dropping my hands to dangle freely.

He loosened his grip, letting of me. I straightened my back, and without thinking, I slapped him.
He looked at me with wide eyes, and touched the now red spot on his cheek. "Oh shit!" I whispered, and started running.

A few minutes later, I was -again- under Dylan's armpit, who was scratching my head, which made me scream. "Okay!" I shouted, "I'm sorry I slapped you! But you did too!" He didn't reply. We were both sitting on chairs, breathing heavily. "I can smell your sweat!" I grimaced in disgust... Still no reply, so I tickled his neck. He yelped, and I broke free.

He shot me a glare, and extended his hand, "truce?"

I shook it, "truce."

"Now, lets get up, and find what train we are on!" He said, standing up.

I grabbed my backpack, and handbag, following Dylan. I had a blue jacket on, with jeans, a beanie, and converse. He also had a beanie, with a black sweater, jeans, and converse.
"How come you only have a handbag?" I asked.

"I don't have a lot of things to pack!" He shrugged.

"How come you are not freaking out?" I questioned.

"Why should I?" He glanced at me.

"We may get late for the train!"

"May, but not for sure!" He said.

We kept on walking, searching between gates. Our train was number 13, and we were at gate 21... "We are so lost!" I groaned, slumping on a chair. He shot me a warning look, looking around.

"Excuse me," he walked to someone who just pushed him, and kept walking. Dylan looked at me with shock, I giggled. He sprinted towards a woman, "excuse me, can I-"

"yo no tengo tiempo para ti," she spoke in a foreign language, grabbing her kids' hands and walking away.

This kept happening for almost half an hour, and I think I took a nap during that. "Ally!" He shouted.

"What?" I rubbed my eyes lazily.

"We have to go back, someone showed me the way," he said. I raised my hand, not having the energy to get up. He pulled me up, groaning. So we started moving again, this time jogging... "I think I see it there," he pointed at a gate.