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

Chapter Eight.

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*Sarah's POV*

I have just come back from the toilet when I heard voices coming from the trees. 

"People are coming!" I hissed, running over to sit beside Danny since Alan had taken the spot where I had previously been sitting. 

A chorus of 'Hi's" came from the trees before a group of five other people strolled into our camp.

Looking around, I could see Alan was looking them up and down, sizing them all up. 

Luckily I recognised everyone in the other camp; Michael Phelps, Justin Bieber, Emma Watson, Jack P Shepherd and Linda -who I had met yesterday-

I stood up to greet everyone, giving each of them a small and awkward hug as I introduced myself. 

Justin was the last one to come over to me, wrapping his arms around me and pulled me into a tight hug, "I'm Justin."

I laughed lightly, "Yes...I know that. I'm Sarah."

He pulled away again and smiled, "Nice to meet you." then as he walked away, I saw him wink. 

"Okay..." I muttered, crouching down to pick up a bunch of dirty clothes that were scattered across the ground, those that I had offered to wash down by the creek. Spinning around, I let out a little scream as I came face to face again with Justin. 

He grinned down at me, placing his hand on my arm, "Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. I was just wondering where you slep?"

Confused, I pointed up the small hill to my bed. 

"Oh cool...can I sleep in one of the other two?" he asked. 

I opened my mouth to reply but Harry beat me to it.

"Sorry mate, but those two are already taken." he said, placing a hand on my waist. 

Justin shrugged, "Oh well. Just thought I'd ask. Maybe we'll be paired together for something." 

I nodded, "Yeah, maybe." 

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*A few days later!*

"So it's between Alan and Linda. The person who the public want to see face Cruelty Towers is..." 

I prayed to God that it wasn't Linda...she didn't last thirty seconds in the trial we done together so how would she manage to get ten stars? I leant over Harry to grab her hand and she squeezed it tightly. 

"Linda." Ant finished.

She let go of my hand and rubbed her face, "I don't want to do it but I know I have to." 

Jack scoffed as he walked past, "Of course you do. We're starving." 

I glared at him, "Hey! Back off! She has a right to be scared." 

This was the fourth day that Linda had been nominated and so far, she hadn't brought back any meals back to camp and we were all starving. 

Jack rolled his eyes, "This is the fourth day we haven't had any proper food. I can't live off of rice and beans." 

I stood up, "You're not the only one who has to eat that. We're all hungry."

He just scoffed and walked away.

Everyone was starting to lose patience with her and I don't know how many times people had told her to get a grip. 

I bent down in front of her, pulling her hands away from her face, "Listen, all you need to do is keep calm. Do not freak out. Take deep breaths and maybe you'll be okay."

She shook her head, "I don't think I can do this. Why do people keep voting for me?" 

Harry arrived beside me and placed his hand on her knee, "All they want is a show. If you can show them that you can do it, they might get bored and leave you alone." 

I nodded, "Harry's right." 

She nodded and stood up, "I just need a few minutes on my own." she then took off in the direction of the bush telegraph. 

"It's such a shame." I murmured.

Harry nodded and pulled me towards one of the hammocks, pulling me into it with him so our legs were hanging over the edge. 

"Are you walking her to the bridge?" I asked, messing with my fingers.

"Yeah. I don't think anyone else will." 

I nodded and then it was silent. 

Over the past four days, Harry and I had gotten closer, we were pretty much joined at the hip. 

"Are you okay?" he asked, placing his hand on my arm. 

I smiled at him, "Of course I am. Why do you ask?" 

He shrugged, rubbing my arm gently, "You just seem quieter." 

I opened my mouth to say something but Helen appeared in fron of us, "I'd better get going." 

Both Harry and I stood up and followed her out of camp and as we were walking, Harry laced our fingers together. He knew something was wrong, but there was only one problem...

I didn't know what.