The blinding sun woke me up. Birds singing in the fresh air. I almost thought I died and went to Heaven. But two things hit me:
1: Vampires don't die, unless blood loss or snapped necks.
2: Harry was cuddled next to me.
I dug through my pockets trying to find my phone. Dang it, its smashed!
I checked Zayn, he is still alive. I quickly checked Zayn's pockets, and found a phone.
'Oh thank God!'
I didn't have any signal so I crawled outside. I aimed the phone towards the sky, after a couple minutes, I got signal.
Who am I going to call? I had a strange earge to call Simon.
I dialed his number, it rang a couple times.
"Hello Zayn."
"Hello Simon, its Niall." I smiled, when I heard his voice.
"Where are guys? I'm getting worried.."
"Our plane crashed.. We are in the middle of the no where.. Harry has a broken arm, Liam had a couple broken ribs. Zayn was stabbed by a pipular blade. I only have a broken leg." I reply.
"Where are the pilots?" He asked.
"Everybody is dead Simon.." There was a long pause.
"Oh my.. Umm. Stay on the line, I'm going to trace your call."
"How long will that take?" I ask.
"I don't know Niall. I don't know. But stay on the line and please stay where you are." Simon ordered.
Like we have any where else to go.
"We will. Please hurry."
"We'll try."
"Bye.." I trail off, wondering if I should say something else.
"Good bye, and good luck."
I crawl back into the plane, where we were hiding. Harry was awake.
"Were you calling the police?" He whispers.
"No, I called Simon! He is going to call the police and they are going to trace our call! We're going home!"
"Yes!" Harry cheers.
For once, I finally felt hope.
