Dusk Till Dawn (A Liam and Ally Story)

Chapter 12

Ally's POV

My eyes fluttered open. My visual was not blurry, and my headache was gone. The ceiling of the house was all that I could see. I caught someone looking at me at the corner of my eye. I tilt my head a little so I could identify the person. It was Liam.

I tried to remember what had happened before I fainted. However, the more I tried, the more I remember the scenes from dream. And it felt very real.

I was in this big mansion, and I was searching for something. I don't remember what I was trying to find, and in my dream, I felt like that to. In a room, behind a table, I searched for it. I opened each cabinet, pulled each drawer, but I couldn't find it. I was giving up hope until the room got dark. Before me laid a glowing box: a small safe. My eyes were glue to it. I walked towards it. I was only a few steps away from it when suddenly, someone walked into the room, calling my name. Just like when I fainted.

"Allyson," Liam said, interrupting me of my thoughts.

I pulled myself up and seated myself, pushing the blanket that was keeping me warm away to the side. I got a head rush and my arms went numb. I felt myself leaning towards the side and I tried to keep my balance, but my hand slipped through the edge. I thought I was going to fall down hard until I felt someone's hands around my arm.

There it is. I felt it again. The same spark and vibration that I felt beforehand. Those feelings send me away in a lesser darker place.

"How are you feeling?" Liam asked me, reminding me that he was still here.

Out of nowhere, I heard a thump on the ground in the kitchen. It had startled me. I turned to face Liam, who had his hands on my arm still.

"G-good," I answered in a rusty tone, making him grin. My throat was dry, making me cough a little.

"Do you need water?" Liam asked and I nodded. "Hold on a sec."

He stood up and walked into the kitchen which lead me to wonder: Why was he here?

It didn't take long before I regain my strength. I sat up on the couch and like that, I regain my memories.

Liam came back with a glass of water. Following him was Camila and another guy who was helping her walk. He was a man of tall and well-built body with facial hair. Liam handed me the glass and takes a seat on the other couch. "T-thanks," I said.

I looked at Camila, who had a small grin on her face. She came and sat down next by me.

"How are you feeling?" Camila asked me.

I nodded, kind of answering her question. "I'm better." For a short second, I saw Camila glance at the new stranger. "Excuse me for asking, but who are you?" I asked the stranger.

He smiled. "I am Zayn. I am one of Liam's best friends." I nodded.

I felt a little bit relieved to get to know him a little, but I don't really trust him, especially with the googling eyes at Camila he kept making. I didn't want her to get hurt.

"How long was I out?" I asked.

"A couple hours," Liam replied, rubbing his hands in the process. He then begin to explain how he 'rescued' me.

It didn't take long for the explanation as I had already caught on to what they were talking about. They had brought me home. Feeling worried and not wanting to abandon Camila, Liam suggested for them to stay until I wake up.

"You really didn't have to do that," I told Liam and his friend.

Liam shook his head with a serious look. "No, it would've been rude to just leave you and Camila," he said, but I shook my head.