Stranded Together {editing} A Harry Styles Fanfic

Prologue

Disclaimer: This story does have a similar plot line and events to the movie Blue Lagoon: The Awakening. I do not own any rights to the movie, and I give all credit to the creators and writers of the movie for the plot. But hey that's what fan fictions are all about. Fanfiction is a story with characters or settings similar to an original work, written by fans, instead of the original creator. I have changed characters and put my own spin on things. I do not own any rights to Harry Styles from One Direction, however in this story they are not in a band together.

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Prologue:  

Harry: My dad had died when I was twelve, and ever since then I had trouble opening up to other people. Don't get me wrong I love my mom, but every boy needs a man to look up to in his life. I felt like some of my childhood was robbed from me after the accident, after I had killed him. So to speak, I didn't actually kill him, but in a turn of events I was the reason he was in the car when the semi-truck hit him head on. But, I do not like think about those moments, so I will not explain any further. He died when I was 12, just at the age when puberty was in full swing. Since then, I started to let my grades slip and my mom had actually become terrified of me. I could basically do whatever I wanted because she was too scared to say no. The only real thing that helped me to cope was my music. That was something me and my dad had in common.

A school sanctioned cruise was definitely not on my to-do list. Not to mention that my crazy ex-girlfriend would be there to make every day more miserable than the last. But my mom forced me to go because my grades had slipped below the passing mark. I know, it's crazy to think that a school cruise would be a punishment, but for me it was. I just hadn't been interested in school even more than before. All I cared about was my music. Something I could take anywhere and couldn't be taken from me.

Sofia: I had never been away from my parents for a long time. I was always the good kid, always trying to please others, always getting straight A's, and jumping at the opportunity for new extracurricular activities. I even was elected senior class president this year. My younger brother, Charlie, is incredibly smart, but he doesn't seem to always put his full effort into things. I have an older sister as well, but I hardly see much of her. She's a lot like me, or rather I'm a lot like her. She left two years ago for Harvard. And ever since then Westchester hasn't been the same. The semi-small suburb of Westchester, Florida was the place I was born and raised. I've never really left home, so moving to California will be a huge change, that is, if I get into Stanford this year.

I was beyond stoked for the school cruise. It was an opportunity to have some fun with friends while having an experience of a lifetime, most kids only dream of, to write about for my college application paper. A week after we return from the cruise I have to turn in my early application for Stanford, my dream school. I know that I have everything they're looking for, yet I still feel apprehensive sometimes.