Waves: Chapter 7- I Need Your Help

Waves: Chapter 7- I need your help

I find a door that looks like it is meant for staff and walk in to avoid the lobby. It looks like I found the kitchen. Or one of them at least, but as it was so late, I am guessing this one isn't being used. Or so I thought until in walks... 

"Dylan?" 

"Lana? What are you doing here? Looking like that? Have you been up to some trouble?" he smirks.

"Shut up. I need your help." I beg him.

"With what? Clothes?" he jokes.

"No, I need to get to the penthouse without being seen." 

"The penthouse? Why do you want to go there?" he asks reminding me that I haven't told him that I live here.

"I... uh.."

"If I am going to help you then I need you to tell me what is going on." Dylan insists.

"Fine. But promise not to tell anyone, okay?"

"I promise."

"I kind of live there." I admit.

"But Layla Hayle lives there."

"She's my sister. Our parents split and I have been living with my dad for the past eleven years. Now I need to get back before my mother finds out. Please?" I beg.

"Okay, let's go. I have an idea." he says leading me through a hall and some doors until I am lost.

Then something occurs to me. "Why are you here?"

"I work here." he admits looking slightly embarrassed.

"Oh. Okay." I shrug.

"No comment on me being so poor that I have to have a job so I don't starve?" he asks sarcastically.

"No. I have had part-time jobs for years. Actually I am looking for one now."

"Why? You are rich."

"My mother is rich. Not me. I don't want anything from that women."

"Someone has mummy issues." he jokes.

"So what? Someone has rich kid issues." I joke back.

"Good point. Now up here." 

I look up in horror. "What?! You want me to climb up twenty flights of stairs?" Was this boy crazy?

"Or you could risk going through a lobby filled with rich people and go up the elevator where they will judge you."

"Stairs it is." 

We start going up the stairs and by floor eleven I am exhausted. All that drinking, dancing, swimming and running for your life is pretty exhausting.

"I need a break." I pant, sitting down on the steps.

"You okay?"

"Yeah. Just the adrenaline and alcohol wearing off." I respond as he sits next to me.

"So what happened?" he finally asks me.

"Are you sure you don't need to be somewhere? Working?" I deflect.

"No my shift just ended. Now are you going to tell me?"

"Fine." I sigh. "Just your usual story. Go to a fancy party that you are forced to go to. Meet a hot guy. Get drunk with said hot guy, go skinny dipping with him and then run away from security for breaking into a pool." I tell him the short version.

"Sounds more fun than my night." Dylan laughs. "Now come on. We have less than halfway to go." he says standing and grabbing my hand to pull me up.

"Thanks. Please don't tell anyone. Especially Mason. I know he is your best friend and all but I don't need him teasing me." 

"I won't tell him. What is the deal with you two anyway?" he asks curiously as we reach floor seventeen.

"What do you mean?"

"Is there something going on? He keeps looking at you weirdly and sometimes you guys have these moments where I feel like I am intruding." 

"That is not true!" I exclaim.

"So that has nothing to do with the make out session you guys had on the beach?" he suddenly admits.

What? "How did you know?"

"Make tells me everything." he laughs at my reaction.

"I didn't know it was him."

"So what is it with you getting drunk, going swimming and making out with strangers?" he jokes.

"Hey! Don't make me sound like some slut. It only happened twice." I admit.

"So you did make out with that guy tonight?" Damn, he caught me out.

I sigh. "Fine. Yes. You can't tell anyone this either."

"Okay, I promise. And here we are. The top floor." he says before punching in some kind of code that takes us into the living area of the penthouse. 

I never even noticed this door before. It might come in handy in future. "Thanks for your help."

"No worries." he grins. "Now if you don't mind I am going to take the elevator back down."

"Elevator?" I look at him confused.

"Lift. I forget your English words are different to American English." 

"It's not my fault I am English and not American like the rest of you lot."

"See ya, Brit." 

"Bye, American!" I call out as the lift doors close.

Wow, it has been a long night.

"What have you been up to?" I jump when I here the familiar voice.

"Bloody hell, Layla. You scared the freaking heck out of me!" I whisper as she continues to stand by her doorway, smirking.

"First Mason, then Dean and now Dylan? You sure like to sleep around a lot." she remarks.

"I do not-" I start.

"Don't bother. I'm going to bed." she turns around.

"So you aren't going to tell on me?" I ask, surprised.

She turns back to face me before grinning. "Nope. This way, you owe me." she smirks before retreating back to her room.

Well that was interesting.

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Sorry it is very short! Sorry was too tired to proof read so sorry for misspellings and typos.