Survival of the fittest (A One Direction,TWD, and TVD zombie apocalypse story)

The Awakening

Zayn's POV:

  "Zayn! Zayn wake up! YOUR MIRRORS ARE BROKEN AND LOUIS THREW AWAY ALL OF YOUR HAIR PRODUCTS!!" "WHAT?!" I jolted to my feet ready to smack whoever said that. The lads and Paul started laughing. Clutching his stomach; Niall said, "Sorry Malik. We couldn't wake you any other way!" "Plus," Liam interjected, "We're at the hotel so get your stuff." I mumbled profanities under my breath as I gathered my stuff and went into the hotel.

  I walked into mine and Harry's room and turned to see him walk briskly into the room, and sit on the bed while looking at his phone nervously. "Haz, you ok bro?" I asked worried. "Mum and Gemma aren't answering my texts. They usually respond fast," he said quietly. "They could be asleep. Or their phone died. Either way, I'm sure they'll just text you in the morning." I told him. "You're right. They're probably fine; it's just that I'm getting a bad vibe from that flu illness." "After what I said about that? Sorry man. I thought you knew about it." I said, turning on the flatscreen tv the hotel provided us with. "It's cool," he responded, "I'm gonna take a shower." "Alright," I said, and switched to the news channel while Harry walked into the bathroom. 

  "In more related news," the news reporter stated, "The new outbreak of the flu has already taken 1,000 souls worldwide. Scientists observing the case are purplexed seeing as no treatment has been stopping it. Let's connect to Dr. Gregory House of the University of Atlanta Medical Research." The camera zooms in on a man in his early fifties wearing a lab coat. "This is a new type of illness," he says, "1,000 people have already died in mere hours and the death toll is climbing. This isn't just some deadly flu. This is a pandemic, an epidemic spreading across the world. If you see anyone with a deadly cough and fever, I advise you to stay far away and safe. From the looks of it, this sickness is very contagious." I switched off the telly hearing enough of that flu rubbish. "Thank God we're going back to the UK tomorrow," I thought to myself and got into the covers. Sleep came over me immediately after I closed my eyes. 

Harry's POV:

  I dried my wet body and put on a fresh pair of clothes and headed out of the bathroom. Zayn was fast asleep curled up in his bed. "That boy could sleep through anything," I thought to myself as I slipped into my bed covers. As I settled down I checked my phone and noticed that I had a text from Mum. It read: Harry, whatever you do, don't come home. Stay safe and always remember that I love you. Love, Mum and Gemma. Suddenly, a scream that sounded a lot like Louis' rang out making me jump. "Lou!" I shouted and sprinted out of the room and into the one across from mine and Zayn's. I threw open the already unlocked door and saw... 

 Who or what do you think Harry saw in Louis' room? Note: The picture on the side is what Dr. House looks like!