Apocalypse (A Harry Styles/One Direction Zombie Apocalypse Story)

Chapter 7

"I'll protect you."

"I'll protect you."

"I'll protect you."

His words echoed in my mind.

I opened my eyes.

To my enjoyment, I had yet again dreamed of my angelic protector. I had yet again eludedd this hellish reality. It was the exact same dream, except our gorgeous haven had been burnt to the ground. The trees bared a dead brown color and the flowers had been replaced by ash and darkness. The sun no longer inhabited the sky, the dark polluted clouds engulfed what used to be it's sanctuary. It was a melancholy place, full of death and ash. 

But he, he was the same.

Snapping back to what was real, I emerged from the sea of blankets, placing my cold feet on the dirty carpet. I needed to make sure my family was safe. 

With that thought painfully in mind, I looted the dresser, desperately looking for clothes to wear. I still had my pajamas on from yesterday, but I didn't want to hike back to camp in what could possibly be my last pair of pj's. 

After looking through an abandoned suitcase underneath the bed, I came across a worn leather jacket, some jeans, and a pair of boots. The clothing was a little big, but it would have to do for now.

I approached the window, carefully pulling back the curtains, making sure nobody could see me.

I blinked rapidly as the excruciating sunlight seemed to pierce my eyes.

The motel compound seemed stable, atleast for the time being.  Rows of left behind cars lined the perimeter, along with boards and other random materials to keep the monsters away. Makeshift fences guarded the stairs to the motel rooms, making it impossible for anybody to breach it without a key. 

I squinted and could barely make out Liam. He was walking the fenceline, armed with his semi-automatic. Louis also seemed to be out there,  but I couldn't quite make the distinction. The figure was dressed in all black from head to toe, but wore a pair a pair of boots that I hadn't recalled Louis wearing before. 

But it has to be Louis, right? I haven't met anyone else, so it has to be him. 

Before making my way downstairs, I deicided it would be best to further search the room. I headed towards the bathroom, looking in the mirror. 

Man, I looked tired. 

Deep purple bags resided underneath my eyes, and my unruly hair stuck out in all directions.

Without the luxury of a brush, I ran my fingers through my hair, smoothing it out. I swept it into a loose ponytail, using strands to form a hair band. I tried to turn the sink on, but I had no such luck. Nothing flowed out of the faucet. I let out a heavy sigh  and continued exploring  the room.

Nothing. 

I assumed that the room had been picked over before, but the pickers were in such a rush that they neglected to check under the bed.

Taking a deep breath, I placed my hand on the door handle, opening it.

The sound of June bugs filled the air, and I again allowed the sun to temporarily blind me. 

Stumbling to regain my vision, I began making my way downstairs. 

Eleanor sat in front of a fire in the middle of the camp. She was obviously cooking something, which was fantastic, because I was starving, 

She turned around, and jumped, not expecting my presence, 

"Oh! Good morning Evelyn! Hope you slept alright! I also hope you're hungry, because Liam bagged a squirrel this morning."

Yum, squirrel.

She was way too enthusiastic.  "Thank you. I slept as well as I could, considering the circumstances. But I did feel safe."

I felt safe not because of the locks or the guns, but because I was being comforted by my own mind. Something about dreaming about him, makes me feel safe, invincible. 

"Good! I hope you did. I had Louis by my side and still didn't feel sa-" Eleanor was interrupted. 

"Goodmorning Ev! Can I speak to you for a second?" Liam motioned for me to follow him.

We walked away from Eleanor, who seemed slightly frustrated. 

"Did you sleep alright?" He asked.

"Fine, thanks. What's wrong?" I replied bluntly. It looked like Liam was concerned.

"How many people are in your group, exactly?" He inquired. 

"Four or five people, Not including me. Why? Is there a problem? I can leave today if-" Liam had a bad habit of cutting people off.

"No no no, there's not a problem. Umm it's just last night our group made a decision. If your people play by our rules, and contribute to the camp then they can stay. " Liam sounded reluctant. 

"Thank you, very much, but are you absolutely sure?" I needed to make sure that they weren't a threat to my family. 

"We are sure. But there's one more thing..." Liam added. 

"Anything. What is it, Liam?" I was starting to get annoyed just by the very duration of the conversation.

"You can only hike back to camp if you hike  there with Harry. It's just not safe for you to go alone." Liam replied.

"Harry? Who's Harry?" I was not going to walk through a zombie invested forest with a complete stranger.

"I'm Harry." A deep godly voice emerged out of nowhere. 

I turned around, seemingly locking eyes with Harry. My heart began to beat faster and faster, and my lungs stopped functioning. His beautiful brown curls cascaded down his forehead in the most perfect fashion. His smile made my stomach turn. His toned body left me utterly breathless. I craved him, but not in a sexual manner. I longed to intertwine my hand with his. 

He must've noticed me oogling, as he let out a small chuckle.

I blushed, automatically looking down.

But I couldn't ignore him for long. It was physically impossible. I gave in, returning my gaze. 

He removed his sunglasses and our eyes met again. But this time, it clicked.

I began shaking, but controlled myself.

Harry was the boy from my dream. My angelic protector. 

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