I'm a Celebrity Get Me Out of Here! (Harry Styles)

Chapter Eighteen.

*Sarah's POV*

The next morning, we were all sat around the fire eating our rice when Ant and Dec came into camp and I frowned when I noticed that they weren't their normal chirpy selves.

"Morning guys," Dec said quietly, "Now, a few of you may have noticed that Linda isn't here this morning and the reason why is that she left last night."

I bit my lip, suddenly feeling guilty that I hadn't even noticed she had disappeared.

"Now although Linda has left," Ant continued, "We will be having another one of you leave right now and that person is..."

Wait, they weren't going to go through all our names. Oh crap.

"Jack."

He leapt up from his seat, punching the air as he let out a woop and I smiled when I saw that he wasn't upset. He had said the other day that he was missing his family, especally his kids.

He didn't even give us a goodbye, he basically just followed Ant and Dec as they left.

"Well bye!" Alan called loudly and he turned back around, waving enthusiastically.

"At least he's happy," Harry said quietly, falling down onto the hammock between me and Perrie, "Do you know what today's trial is?"

"No," Danny piped up, "But I'll be going to get it soon. Why? You want to do it?"

Harry shrugged, "I haven't done one yet. It'd be nice to see what all the fuss is about."

I stayed quiet. After yesterdays embarrassment, I think I'd be laying low for the trials for a while.

Danny nodded, "Okay. If no one else volunteers, you can do it."

"Awesome," Harry murmured, giving him a thumbs up, he then turned to me, "What're you doing today?"

"It's my turn to collect firewood so I think I'll be doing that." I smiled.

"If I don't do the trial, I'll help you." he promised, taking a sip of his water while watching as Danny went up to the bush telegraph.

"Do you really want to do a trial?" I asked.

He nodded, "Yeah, could be fun."

"It's a two person trial," Danny said loudly as he came back down, "And it's called scareoke. So it's probably singing and since Harry already volunteered, he'll take one of the spots. Anyone else who hasn't done one yet?"

The camp went really quiet and all you could hear was the fire cracking until Perrie sighed and put her hands up, "I'll do it."

"Great," Danny said cheerfully, clapping his hands together, "You'll leave in maybe ten minutes."

"Styles and Edwards," Harry said quietly, holding up his hands for Perrie to high five, "Such a good team."

"Oh yeah," she giggled, "We're the dream team."

I let out my own laugh and stood up from the hammock, "Good luck, yeah? I'm sure you'll smash it since you're the...dream team, was it?"

Harry grabbed my wrist, "Where are you going? We need you to walk us to the bridge. You're our good luck charm!"

I rolled my eyes, "I'm not a good luck charm."

"Not mine," Perrie said quietly, "But I'm sure you can be Harry's. I'm gonna get my water flask. I'll meet you by the bridge."

She walked off and before I could get too far away, Harry grabbed my hand and pulled me in the direction of the bridge.

"Harry," I giggled as he attempted to jump on my back, "Harry, no! I'm not strong enough to hold yo-Harry!"

He leapt onto me anyway and as soon as he landed on me, I felt my knees buckle slightly under the weight of him but thankfully I managed to stay standing.

"You okay?" he asked quietly, resting his head on my shoulder.

"Not really. I think you're breaking my back." I groaned and he quickly got off of me.

"Sorry," he whispered, pulling me into a hug, his lips pressing against the top of my head.

I glanced to the side when Perrie came out of the bushes, grimacing at us, "Ugh. You two sicken me."

Harry stuck his tongue out at her before gesturing to the long bridge in front of us, "Shall we?"

**

As I was attempting to chop up some logs for the fire tonight, I noticed that Justin had gotten closer to me over time and finally, I had enough of his staring and I looked over at him, "What?"

He came over, scratching the back of his head awkwardly, "Listen, about yesterday..."

"What about it? Come to yell at me some more?" I asked as I crossed my arms.

"What? No. I'm trying to say sorry." he murmured, "I completely overreacted. Sometimes I let my emotions get the better of me."

This time I sighed and let my arms fall to my side again, "It's okay. I-I get why you were mad and it was completely my fault. I wasn't listening on what to do. So, yeah, all is forgiven."

"Thank you," he said quietly, "I was up a good part of the night thinking about it but I'm happy that you're forgiving me. Uh...do you need a hand with this?"

Without waiting for me to answer, he took the axe from me and I smiled slightly, "Thanks."

**

That night, we had a pretty good meal thanks to Perrie and Harry winning all nine stars and we were all waiting for Emma and Alan to come back with the chest.

I was leaning against Harry's arm, staring into the fire when a cool breeze suddenly blew past us, making me shiver and Harry looked down at me.

"Here," he murmured, placing his waterproof over my shoulders before wrapping his arm around me.

"Thank you." I squirmed closer to him and took his hand, tracing the creases on his palm.

"Guys!" we heard Emma call excitedly as she came back into the camp, followed minutes later by Alan who looked like he could throw up, "Guys, guess what we won!"

"Is it a pizza?" Perrie asked, "Cause if it isn't, I'm not interested."

"No, it's not a pizza," Alan muttered, "It's a night at the Jungle Arms! A pub!"

I sat up when Harry jumped up from his seat, letting out a cheer.

"Definitely not interested now," Perrie grumbled, sitting on the closest hammock.

I wasn't too fussed either to be honest and would probably end up staying here with Perrie if she wasn't going.

Alan looked down at me, "You're coming right?"

"I don't think so." I murmured.

"What?" he gaped, "No! I want to see you drunk!"

"But...I, I don't want to leave Perrie on her own."

"Oh please," she said, waving a hand dismissively, "I'll be fine on my own. I might even make my way down later on. Besides, I know that Harry will be wanting you to go."

Giggling -and admittedly flushing- to myself, I nodded, "Okay, okay. I'll go."