Oblivion {n.h.}

Chapter 39.

Lydia had begun to show us around her shelter, many rooms and key things to be shown according to her, and she'd already been through the first couple bedrooms before we still have numerous others to get to.

"This is basically the armory." Lydia smiles proudly, eyeing every single weapon I'd love to have as my own.

"Woah." Liam reaches out to touch a bow and arrow on the wall, right next to the biggest machete I have ever seen in my whole life; and boy would I trade my piece of shit knife for that any day.

"Don't touch that!" Lydia almost screeches at Liam who reaches out to grip the weapon.

Liam flinches immediately before staring at her in a confused manner. "Why?"

"It's my friend's.... Allison. She'll be back soon." Lydia speaks before leaning on the door behind her and opening it considerably.

"Where is she?" I ask as I exit through the door as she gestured before turning around to confront my answer while everyone else leaves the room just as I had.

"She's a scout. Explores the city, watches new groups; you know." Lydia answers, not looking at me as she walks forward to the next door.

"You think that crossbow was cool? That's just her backup." She laughs, looking at me this time.

Andrea converses with the other three people just a few feet away in the living space. 

"This is the library blah blah blah, we never really use it." She opens the door quickly before just closing it again; obviously not that interested in showing us the room.

"Those three doors are mine, Allison's, and Kaya's, this last door is the–" she holds out the 'e' in her sentence as she opens the door to a white room, "kitchen!"

"Sweet." Carly announces, putting pride in her fellow redheaded tour guide.

Lydia smiles, once again, proudly before walking out of the room and up the steps, just past Andrea and the others obliviously up to the balcony and next to the door that leads outside.

"These two doors," she points on either side of her, pieces of wood I hadn't even noticed from before, "lead to a hell of a bunch more rooms, you guys can deal with that." She brushes her orange hair off of her shoulder and stares at us conclusionally.

"So?" Steven turns to us, the question in his eyes clear, "who's going where; left or right?" He asks just as I suspected, standing on the maroon rug under our feet.

"Left I guess." Carly says, looking up at my brother; making it obvious they're going to be sharing a room.

"Left." I conclude, looking at Niall similarly to the way Carly had to Jackson, wanting to be as close as I can to the ones I love.

"Kyle and I are right." Andrea jumps in, walking over with the boy by her side; surprising me with their sudden burst of also sharing a room.

"Right." Perrie says, holding on to zayn's arm.

"Me too; right." Jade also answers.

After a year of conversation, the final conclusion was Niall, Me, Jackson, Carly, Steven, Louis, and Harry all on the left side of the bunker, while Perrie, Zayn, Jade, Liam, and Grey had chosen the right.

"Alright let's go settle in." Louis pipes up, tightening his backpack on his shoulder and making way over to the left side of the stairs.

The left rooms follow as they should, not knowing what would await them on the other side, hopefully a queen sized bed and room service under a chandelier, but that was doubtful.

Niall walks closely behind me, his hands on my hips, and breath on my neck.

"Holy shit." Harry speaks, walking into the first room visible, Louis not far behind him, both of the boys had decided to share a room with each other, and I was happy they did.

We turn another corner to find a bathroom and other bedroom, Steven claiming that one before anyone else even stood a chance.

At the end of the hall there were three doors, one a conjoined bathroom between the other two rooms, both now belonging to Niall, Carly, Jackson, and I.

"Woah." Niall whispers as he enters the room before me, my reaction not so different than his.

A king sized bed lays in the middle of the room, tables on both sides of it with green lamps and and small place mats under them, matching the rug beneath the bed, bookshelves lining the wall and an actual flatscreen tv right at the front.

Niall spins around from in front of me, kissing me passionately, his hands gripping my waist firmly. My hands leave my side, sliding up his arms and meeting his face, small hairs growing out of the sides of his jaw, and I cup his cheeks, kissing him just as passionately as he first did me.

And for a second when I pulled away I half expected to see the house, and hear Greg call Niall's name one last time before he leaves the butterflies going mad inside my stomach, so I can go talk to Josh and Steven as I had that night.

But instead we were rudely interrupted by an unexpectant Carly.

"Woah," she stops in her tracks, "sorry I didn't mean to interrupt or anything I was just gonna..." She trails off awkwardly, making Niall laugh loudly.

"Lydia made dinner, she wants everyone to join, and her friend Allison should be back soon so..." She trails off again– and as though it's been an eventful day, I didn't notice we missed lunch, "Come when you're ready." She runs out quickly, making Niall laugh loudly again, one steady laugh, making me giggle at how weird and stupid Niall is.

"Let's go." I tell him, starting to walk away before he grabs my hand tightly.

"Woah woah we weren't done here." He mutters, trying to be as sexy as he can; not needing to try that hard.

"Psh." I brush him off sarcastically, laughing as I run down the hallway towards the kitchen Lydia had showed us earlier.

When I make it to the kitchen, Niall wasn't far behind me, but a voice wasn't far behind him either.

"Lydia?" An unfamiliar female voice calls, the syllables falling off her tongue naturally. Her tone echoing into the room from where she stands in the other beyond the wall.

"In here!" Lydia calls back, and Niall and I make our way to the table and get out of the doorway as the footsteps come closer. "Allison's back." Lydia looks at us, gesturing with her hands like my mother used to do.

The girl we'd heard about enters the room slowly and a bit hesitantly, her face resting and unreadable to me.

Her black hair falls over her shoulders, natural curls in them and her eyes light brown, as if they light up the whole room.

"Woah." Steven speaks as her boots creak the floorboards eerily.

The girl just looks between us all and she chews on a piece of chewing gum, her eyebrows starting to furrow as everyone's eyes are on her.

Lydia was right about Allison's weaponry, she slams her crossbow down onto the table.

"Why are you here?" She screams loudly.