Stranded Together {editing} A Harry Styles Fanfic

Chapter 9

Day 9:

Another day had past making this the 9th day since we got stuck here. We did the same old thing yesterday; fishing, swimming at the lake, watching the sunset, counting the stars at night and lots and lots of sex. Lots of great sex, that was the only part that didn't get old.

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News Report:

"Today marks the 9th day the two students from Westchester, Florida have been missing at sea. We just got new information in the last hour. An abandoned lifeboat was found just north of many small islands in the Caribbean. No bodies were reported being found. There are hopes they are still alive and a search and rescue team has been launched again in hopes of finding the two students on one of the deserted island. This is the first good news that the parents of the student have had since they've gone missing."

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Day 11:

Today marked the 11th day of being stuck on this island. A little less than two week we had been out here. I was glad to be here with Harry, but it was really starting to get to me. I felt like I was going mental on the island. I need to get off. All I wanted was to see my family. My mom, my dad, my sister, and my brother, even Elena, Madeline, and Emery. I just need to get off.

I left the shelter and walked down the beach in the opposite direction that Harry always goes to get banana's. As I was walking I heard a loud noise and what looked like a plane. I couldn't tell if it was actually real or not. I started jumping, screaming and waving my hands violently. I ran back as fast as I possibly could and grabbed the flare out of the emergency kit. But by the time I got there it was too late. The plane was no longer anywhere to be seen.

Harry was sitting up in the shelter watching me.

"What are you doing Sof?"

"There was a plane! I saw a plane!"

"Are you sure? I didn't hear anything."

"I just need to shoot this." I yelled holding it in the air pointing it at the sky.

"No Sofia stop, put it down."

"If we just pull it someone will find us."

"Sofia calm down. All your going to do is set the island on fire."

"Well maybe that's better!"

"Sofia what's going on?" Harry asked walking over to me and grabbing the flare gun.

I fell down on my knees. "I can't do this anymore. Harry, I'm sick of this. I feel like I'm going insane. I swear I saw a plane or so I thought. I don't know. I'm just so hungry. And tired. And I feel like throwing up."

"Are you maybe pregnant?" He said totally serious.

"What? That's not... possible" I thought about it. What day did we get on the island? What day was it now? I did the math and so far it didn't seem like it wasn't possible. But maybe on the other hand, I mean we did have unprotected sex multiple times. I didn't want Harry to worry about me so I decided to lie. "No I'm not, I'm sure." I lied the best I could.

"Are you sure babe? Because if you are we really need to find a way off this island." Harry said holding me in his arms.

I just wanted to cry, but I held it in. But I did need to get off this island incase I was pregnant.

"I just want to go home." I whispered.

"Me too. I'm going to get you off. I promise." Harry said kissing me on the forehead.

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