Survivor (A One Direction fanfiction)

Crash

*Zayn's P.O.V.* (because the poor baby hasn't hasn't gotten much attention)

"OH MY GOD SOMEBODY DO SOMETHING PLEASE!" Louis screamed at the top of his lungs. I rolled off the loveseat, landing on top of Lou. Liam staggered out of the cockpit, dragging the old pilot with him. Harry knocked him over when he opened the bathroom door.

Niall and Claire stumbled out of the back room, Claire running towards the cockpit. Her blue eyes were darker than normal, her face flushed, evidence of tears in her cheeks.

"I can fly it!.. Maybe?! Hold on!" Claire disappeared into the small space. The plane began to even out, and we all finally stood up, breathing heavily. I helped Louis up.

"Guys, I think we're g-" a loud explosion cut off Liam's words.

"SHIT. GUYS THAT WAS AN ENGINE! I CAN'T KEEP IT UP!" We all rushed into cockpit to try and help Claire.

*Claire's P.O.V.*

The engine was gone. I could barely keep the nose up on the plane. If I kept it up long enough, we could land on the small island that was not too far off. I pulled on the steering thing as hard as I could. Five sets of hands were suddenly helping me, pulling as hard as possible. I let go.

"Guys no! It's gonna b-" it snapped off, coming back and missing mine and Zayn's heads by an inch. It lodged into the wall.

"Oh shit." Niall mumbled.

"Terrible choice of last words Niall." Louis shook his head. What the hell? He's a fruit loop. We all looked at him.

"Wait. WE'RE GONNA DIE, LIKE FORREAL, AREN'T WE?!" We all looked at each other, not sure what to answer him with. A tear slipped down his face.

"No.. no. We can't. The fans, our families. The lives we could've had.. Claire, our... Claire, please tell me we're not gonna die. Please." the plane began to tilt again. An idea struck.

"Run to the back room!" they obeyed. Just as we entered, the plane went into a full on corkscrew. Thankfully, most of the luggage was strapped in, except for the big dufflebag I'd gotten my fuzzy boots out of. My *ehem* woman products and my first aid stuff (because I get hurt a lot) and my swim suits and my favorite hoodies were in there. I also had my favorite books, and my "diary" that I kept all my thoughts and songs and drawings in. I needed it. The red bag began to slide out of the room. I moved to grab it, and began to fall. I pulled it to my chest just as someone grabbed my ankle to keep me from falling fowards. Looking up through the front window of the plane, I held my breath. All I could see was sand. Just as the nose of the plane smashed into the ground, I closed my eyes. A feeling of weightlessness came over me. The sound of glass shattering and metal crunching deafened me, along with my own screaming, and maybe the boy's screams as well. I felt a shards of glass slicing at my skin, and something hard smack my head. With that, I went limp, and all the sounds I had been hearing faded away. The last thing I felt was a pair of strong arms wrap around me.

*Liam's P.O.V.*

The plane finally stopped rocking. We were lucky enough for it to not only have landed on an island, but also for it to fall over onto its bottom after it's nose-dive. Lou looked up at Zayn and I.

"We're alive." he gasped, touching his and Zayn's faces, making sure he was right. Zayn just stared at him. Lou looked over to where Harry (who was looking completely zoned out), Niall and Claire had been.

"Where's Niall? And where's Claire?!"Lou stood, peeking around the corner. I did the same. They were sprawled across the control board in the cockpit.

"Bloody hell!" I yelled, getting to them as fast as I could. Claire was trapped underneath Niall, who's arms were wrapped around her protectively. A big red bag sat on the ground beside them. Niall had shards of glass all over him, some stuck into his back, others just laying on him. He was barely breathing, and his eyes were half open. Claire was just cut up, and was mumbling something incoherent.Someone's breath hitched behind me. I looked back to see Lou, who had a very dazed looking Harry and a worried Zayn behind him. Louis was horrified.

"Niall! Claire!!" he yelled, walking towards them. I stopped him.

"Go get the door open. We have to get them out of here." he nodded.

Zayn and I carried Niall out, laying him flat on the sand with his back towards the sun. We rested his head on a pillow from the plane. After about twenty-five minutes of struggling and carrying stuff, we had all of the luggage and Claire had came to, and sat beside Niall, running her fingers through his hair and carefully pulling out the glass. He'd whimper everytime she pulled one, and he was crying. Niall was in terrible shape. Claire made us carry him into the shade, and she cut his shirt off of him. She cleaned him up, and wrapped him up in white wrap stuff. She wouldn't let any of us touch her to clean her up, and she refused to leave Nialls side. Our phones didn't have any service or anything, but we all had solar powered chargers so our phones wouldn't die. We changed into cooler clothing, and sat down with Claire to figure out what to do.

"Boys, get all the wire and palm leaves and branches and vines you can. We need to build a shelter." she stated simply.

"Can't we just stay in the plane?" Harry raised his eyebrows.

"No. We can't exactly start a fire in there, and we'll be smelling dead body, and the tides gonna rise. Which will, in fact, flood the plane."

Harry nodded.

"Lets get going, boys." I mumbled.

HIA BABES. hope you liked this chapter.. its short.. i know.. sorry.  ive just been going through alot here lately. its hard. but this took foheva to write. AAAANNNYYYWHHOORREEE

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