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

Chapter Three.

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"Someone's coming over!" Perrie exclaimed as two young men carried a large wooden box towards us, placing it down in the sand. 

Alan held up his hand, "I am not opening it. What if there's something in there?"

I shook my head and stepped closer to the box. Surely they wouldn't do anything to freak us out already...right?

"Oh I'll do it!" Perrie announced, approaching the box beside me and quickly pulled the lid open, jumping slightly as the lid hit the back of the box. "Oh," she giggled, looking back at me, "It's just our boots." 

We all crowded round the box, rummaging through it to try and find the right sizes and Perrie picked up a sheet that was at the bottom of the box and read it.

"Basically, we have to use this GPS system to find our way to camp. Oh and one of us has to stay here and do a bush tucker trial." she explained, looking up at all of us. 

Danny eagerly put his hand in the air and volunteered to do it. 

"You're brave." I muttered, putting on my right boot and tying it tightly as Harry bent down beside me to pick up the GPS.

He moved some of his hair away from his face, "It looks like the camp is already programmed into this. We just have to follow the directions so we can go just now." 

We all let out a cheer and I picked up a few water flasks, handing one to Alan and one to Perrie, keeping the third one for myself.

"Wait!" Perrie exclaimed, making us all freeze, "Danny has to stay here and wait to be collected by a ranger." 

I wrapped my arms around Danny's neck, "You'll do great." 

He laughed, "Thanks. At least somone has a little bit of confidence in me." 

After we had all said goodbye, the rest of us took off into the wild jungle in seach of our camp.

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"I really think we're lost." I mumbled, turning the GPS over in my hands, letting out a 'hey' as Harry took it from my hands.

"We can't be lost." he said, "We've been following the directions down to a T." 

"Okay then. Tell me why we're here," I pointed down at the spot that showed where we were, "And why the camp is way over here."

Perrie then yanked it out of his large hands, "We're not lost guys. We have to cross the lake." She pointed down a small hill and sure enough there were two canoes sitting at the side of a large lake that was covered in lily pads. 

"Oh..." I mumbled, looking up at Harry, who was smirking down at me, "Sorry."

He shrugged his shoulders, "It doesn't matter. Let's go." 

We followed Alan and Perrie down to the lakeside to see that they had already pulled on their life jackets, grabbed an oar each and climbed into one of the canoes. 

I turned to Harry, "Looks like it' me and you Curly." 

He bent down and picked up one of the remaining life jackets and offered it to me.

Smiling, I took it from him and pulled it over my head, watching it in slight amusement as he helped me click all the buckles into place. 

"There." he beamed, pulling on his own jacket on. "After you." he commented, offering me a hand to help me into the boat.