Dead Love...(1D Zombie Apacolypse World War III)

Chapter 12: Close

I stared out the window, into the murky blackness we call ‘night’, dotted with neons of white stars. The racing highway beneath us was a hum, a blur of color as we sped.

I wanted somebody to care, to know I’m alive except for this President, to ask if I was alright, I wish I could look to the lonesome highway for companionship, but it’s cold inanimate heart was not inviting.

Lyrike was in the front driving, with a happy Louis practically chirping at her side, whispering humorous things in her ear, and grinning ear to ear when he received a giggle.

Liam and Niall were dozing off as Niall was softly strumming a guitar we’d stolen from a music store raid.

Zayn was, well, we lost him to fatigue, and he fell victim to tiresome sleep two hours ago and was steadily sleeping.

As for Harry, I tried not to wonder about were he was at, what he was doing. But it was a little nagging gnat of worry.

I suddenly felt a presence as a tall person loomed over me. By the way my heart jumped in my chest, I knew who it was.

“Is tthere anyone sitting here?” He asked lowly, his voice velvety smooth and rough with fatigue. Not trusting my voice and merely shook my head. My heart lurched and ran off like a race horse as I felt the seat shift and beneath my skin, flames seemed to erupt darkening my epidermis a fine scarlet color.

“Are you all right?” He asked me, concern coloring his voice.

Oh yeah! Everythings perfectly fine except for the fact we’re in the Apocalypse, the USA is about to be blown up, and the boy I am madly infatuated with sees me as a Tom Boy…Lifes PERFECT…NOTE THE FUCKING SARCASM.

“Mhm.” I managed out, not looking in his direction. Knowing if I looked, I would be caught in that emerald green stare I loved so much.

"I feel gross." I said in disgust scratched my skin. I hadn't had a bath in five days. My upper lip curled as the feeling of dirt and grime made my body near convulse. I heard Harry chuckle and fought back a smile.

"Maybe we can get off somewhere and all go to  the lou and get clean."

The Lou?

"Hopefully. I haven't had a shower since the morning after I met you guys. That was a week, maybe longer."

A week? Had it really been a week?! We've got two weeks to find the girls, not to mention make it to California, find a boat, and make it far enough away to watch the fireworks....

"I hope we can make it out, with everyone in enough time."  I shuddered. Harry's eyes softened and he smiled.

“Uhm, who was that that called?” I asked timidly from my awkward seat.

“Er, it was my sister and mom.”

My head snapped up and I twisted around and stared at him in shock. “I told them to go to the islands, We’d be here soon.”

“Oh, well that’s good.”

Shitcakes I’m staring. I turned away, but I could feel his eyes burning holes into my shoulders. I could see the edges of his lips curving upward.

I forced a smile to my lips, and patted his shoulder. "It's nice to see you smile again. Without you putting on some plastic persona."

 He shrugged and turned around to the radio that was playing. The song "Rocket Man" was melodically flowing through the speakers. I curled up in a ball, the irony almost refreshing. A long beep cut through and a cumbersome sigh slipped through my lips.