Meant To Be 40:
Harry's POV:
I held Layla in my arms. She was limp and lifeless, with a stained shirt. An the stain was red. I approached the group of boys and their girlfriends. When they saw me they smiled, then saw my face and frowned, then saw Layla and gasped. I wanted to cry so badly. I could tell she had already lost a lot of blood. "Oh my god!" Juliet yelled, then raced towards me. Gigi stood next to Niall, holding his hand. Dani hugged Liam, hiding her face in his jacket. "What. Happened?" Juliet said, her eyes filling with tears. Layla opened her hazel eyes, and looked at me. "Harry?" she asked, her usual happy voice weighed down with dehydration and sadness. "Yes?" I asked her. "Help me." She whispered, then blacked out again. I got a cab, then we raced to the hospital again.
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Meant To Be
FanfictionLayla is an American girl sent away to London for a dance contract with only her wallet, dance shoes, and a dream. She expects to find a story worthy of a biography, but what she gets is a story for Hollywood. Things get out of hand, featuring a boy...
