Lost (Niall Horan Fanfic) EDITED

Chapter 2

*Sorry this is a bit short! Oh and my twitter was suspended oOpS soo you cant talk to me on there for like a couple days yeppp sooo here it be ma frands.*

*RACHELS POV*

We've been floating in the middle of the ocean for 2 days now. I still can't get over the fact that this even happened. Its even worse because we don't have any food or water. You can tell Nialls getting weaker and weaker by the minute. From all the food he's used to eating i’m surprised he isn't dead yet. I’m doing a lot better than he is. I know what it feels like to starve.

We have no water so the only solution we have is to drink salt water in moderation. Obviously If we drink too much we could die. I know a lot about this from all of the countless hours spent watching survivorman with my dad. I am prepared for any situation that could possibly happen. A bit of an expert I could say. But now that i'm actually in this situation its like my mind is frozen. Unable to process from all the shock.

At the rate we're going at, if we don't find land in a couple of days, we're going to die. Niall still has no idea who he is, or where we are. Every time he wakes up he asks who he is, or where we are. Always panicking. I have to explain things to him over and over again. “Your Niall Horan” “I’m Rachel” “We’re In the middle of the ocean because we were in a plane crash” Just the same things every time.

But its weird because he gets irritated so easily. I try to explain things to him and he starts to yell at me. Like everything is my fault. Like I’m the one who crashed the plane. There are some times he just sets me off and I want to strangle him, but I need to remember that he has amnesia and with a little help from me he can gain his memory back, that is if we make it out alive.

"Niall," I say," We have to find land"

He slowly opens his eyes after his slumber a bit irratated, "What!?"

"We need to find land," I repeat,"We need food, and if we keep drinking this salt water were going to die."

"Well how are we going to do that?" He says a little too harshly.

"I don't know, but unless you want to die we'll have to figure something out!" My voice grows louder. Being with the same person on a five foot long piece of scrap medal for two days starts to get to you. You can’t get away if they make you mad. No time alone. The same person 24 hours on a 4 feet by 4 feet piece of metal.

I just miss the Irish boy that I used to love. The cheeky boy from the X Factor who loved Nandos and laughing. Now all I see is anger from him. Bitterness. If only we didn't get on the plane we wouldn't be here. We wouldn't drifting in the sea alone with no food or water.

"I don't want to die,'" he says a bit more calmly,"I want to go home, wherever that is."

"Well in order to do that we need a plan," I say. Okay I need to think of everything I learned from survivor man. I remember he has been in the ocean many times, but he's always had food and water. Let me think signs of land. Boats, no that's hopeless. We’d never find any boats for miles. Fish , theres fish everywhere, never mind. Birds, birds.... birds.... THAT'S IT. If theres birds nearby theres land nearby.

"Look for seagulls, or any kind of bird," I instruct.

"Why?" Niall says back.

"I remembered from survival shows I used to watch, wherever theres birds theres land nearby, make sure you remember that, " I say.

"Okay," he says simply. no fighting or anything. Maybe hes got it through his thick skull i’m actually helping him.

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So far there has been no signs of birds or land. We’ve been bird watching for hours now. I'm beginning to lose all hope of finding land. And I think Nialls just givin up.  Niall has no energy, he’s just laying there almost lifeless. He’s so hungry and so am I. I need to fight through this just until we find land. SoI guess this is up to me. I have to keep us alive.

The sky is looking grey, not as it did before with blue skies and light clouds. I guess we’ve been lucky so far with whether and storm- and then the thought hit me. It’s going to storm. I am interupted out of my thoughts with the sound of squawking birds. Wait. BIRDS.

"Niall! Birds!" I scream. We finally have a chance. We have hope.