One Direction Preferences

There's a Natural- Part 2

Niall: After he’d introduced himself and you’d replied with your own name, you mostly fell silent in order to conserve air. You took turns out the hole of fresh air. It was a while later when you heard shouting overhead, asking if people were still alive. “Here!” You shouted and Niall picked up on what was happening and began shouting as well. The sound of others replying was muffled through the debris all around you, but it relaxed you to know that others had survived the earthquake as well. Someone appeared at the other end of the tunnel you’d made. “Hello! Is it just you down there?” The guy asked. “No, it’s me and another person.” Niall pushed me out of his way, gulping in a big breath of air before asking the rescuer to hurry because he has claustrophobia and it’s starting to get worse. You found this stranger’s hand in the dark and looped your fingers through his, squeezing in what you hoped was a comforting way. Hours later, when the rescuers finally got down to reach you, you wanted Niall to get up to safety first, but he argued with you and you were hauled up. Niall was lifted up a moment after you and in the fading light of day, you saw each other for the first time. He grinned and reached for your hand again. On the ambulance ride to the hospital, you continued to be joined at the hands, sitting in companionable silence until they tried to separate you from him. “Wait, wait.” He broke out of the nurse’s grasp and turned back to you, his blue eyes glimmering. “Y/N, will you meet up with me after we’re done here? Right outside the main entrance?” Your heart beat picked up at his question and you nodded excitedly, looking forward to that moment.

Liam: After you were safely home, you had to answer the panicked calls of family and friends that had known that you were on that island. Of course somehow the fans had known that Liam had taken you there so there were worried tweets from them aimed at him. "Sad to hear about the destruction of the town but lucky that they evacuated us in time :)" Liam tweeted out to ease their minds. When they began asking for donations and volunteers to help all of those people recover from the eruption, Liam was one of the first to donate a large amount of money and you went over to help volunteer and help the lovely people that had to suffer through the devastation. He came over after a while too, bringing the rest of the band and they helped out for a bit, building houses and taking food and stuff to the people. When they left, it was to return to England to have a benefit concert solely for the people of the island. The turn out was amazing since it was One Direction and also because it was for such a good cause. All the money raised went to the people of the island, not even a pinch of that money was accepted by the boys. Months down the line, once they’d been rebuilt, they sent out a massive thank you to the boys and everyone that had helped them through the disaster.

Harry: You didn’t know what to do. Your first move was to wake Harry up and the look of terror on his face was enough to make you back away from the bed, trying to not touch anything. You’d been so careful, there was almost no way that you could have been infected with the level of security that the house had. “We’ll be fine, Y/N. This isn’t real. It can’t be real.” Harry dug the heels of his palms into his eyes and shook his head, fingers burrowing into his hair. “I can’t lose you.” His voice went hoarse. “I’ll leave, Harry. I should go. I don’t want you to get sick as well.” You backed towards the bedroom door, ready to open it and flee, but he was out of the bed and in front of you before you could move. He gripped your shoulders and brought your mouth into a teeth-clattering collision, sticking his tongue deep into your mouth. “Harry!” You gasped pushing him away. The look on his face was one of sadness. “If you’re going to succumb to this pandemic then so am I, Y/N. I can’t live without you. My whole world is dying, and out there the world is vanishing too.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you to his chest. “You’re my world; without you I have nothing to live for.” It’s not like you could leave him after that speech, also he was probably infected too at that point. A few days later, it became obvious that you were both dying, lying in bed, holding tightly to each other, sweating and moaning and bleeding. Not a day too soon, there was a knock on the front door, but both of you were too weak to stand and then the door was kicked open, and stampeding feet rushed to the room. Familiar faces whose names you couldn’t place, blurred around and then there was a pinch and a burn in your arm, and you heard Harry whine beside you. When you woke, you were in a clean bed, in clean clothes, still beside Harry, but his sister was sitting at the foot of the bed, watching over you two. “They found the cure. Just in time it seems.” She smiled and pulled you into a hug, all of you alive and well. Some of the few survivors.

Louis: It took a few days. The rescuers told you that it looked bleak that your friends were still alive after being in the snow for so long, but they’d seen it happen before. You wouldn’t give up hope. You slept in the hotel lobby, basically lived there with Louis as you both sat and watched the number of people around you dwindle as they received news of their loved one. It was the third day of waiting and you were dozing on Louis’ shoulder when you felt him move around, jostling you into a different position. And then he was gone and you were falling over with no warm body beside you. “Y/N, Y/N, wake up! They found them! We have to get to the hospital.” Even with your brain barely functioning, you managed to follow Louis outside to where there was a car waiting to deliver you to the hospital. Upon arriving, you found that one of your friends was almost perfectly okay, ready to leave the hospital at any time. Another friend was doing okay, but she would need to stay over night, and the other ones were in a more serious condition and the nurses didn’t yet know when they would be able to be released or even if they would make it out alive. News stories about the avalanche played on the TVs in the waiting room and you read the words scrolling across the bottom of the screen saying that hundreds had been injured and there had been five deaths so far. So far meaning that there could be more, like any of your friends. Louis wrapped you up tightly each time the thought crossed your mind, holding you as you sobbed for friends that would hopefully pull through.

Zayn: The water level mostly stayed the same. It may have risen a few inches, but it never went over your ankles or came over the edge of the rooftop. Once word had gotten out about the flood, helicopters and boats began arriving. Zayn and you were sitting in the center of the rooftop, too terrified to get too near the edge for fear of what you might see. Neither of you wanted to see the destruction, the bodies, the actual sight of what being stranded looked like. The other people on the building were crying and holding to each other, but you couldn’t bring yourself to produce tears, probably in shock, but you did cling to Zayn like a baby animal does to it’s mother. He wasn’t about to let you go; he wrapped himself around you, kissing your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, fingers. Every part of you that he could while being publicly appropriate. When at last a helicopter arrived, hovering over your little island, only a few people could go up at a time. It had come and gone twice before it returned for the two of you and another pair of people. Relieved to get to leave, you gripped onto the flimsy ladder that stretched down and you began to climb, somewhat weakly. At last you were hauled up into the the somewhat sold floor of the flying machine and then Zayn was beside you again, kissing your cheeks. You knew you shouldn’t have, but as you flew away to safety, you peered out the window, down at the watery wasteland. Everything was covered by water except for a few rooftops and some very tall trees. Bodies and other debris floated on the surface of the water. With a whimper, the tears came flowing out at last and Zayn enveloped you in his arms, unsure what to say to comfort you, but just rubbing your arms and kissing you gently every now and then.