Stranded

5

"Let's call someone?!" Ali suggested. But their phones all had no reception, and it didn't look like there was going to be any for a long time.

"It's getting late, guys. It's 9:30. I say we figure all this out in the morning, and sleep now," Liam said sensibly. We agreed and wandered back into the vehicle.

"Where should Angel and I sleep?" Ali asked.

"The thing is, there are only four beds. We didn't really expect to pick up two stranded Aussie girls, lovely as you are. So what I think is that two of us can sleep on the front seats and you two get our beds, or you might have to share a bed with two of us," Liam says. He's obviously the most sensible one.

"Well, I'm not sharing! And I'm not sleeping with any of you guys! Or on the seats! It's just me in my bed tonight, lads," Louis says, giggling , and jumps into his bed.

"I'm fine to share with one of you," Liam offers kindly.

"Cheryl would kill you, Li," Niall says. He nods.

"Well, looks like it's me and you then, Haz," Niall says. "It's fine with me."

"Yep, I don't mind," Harry smiles at me and I melt.

"Cool," Ali and I say at the same time.

•••••

Me, Ali, and One Direction, sit on Louis' bed, who looks slightly pissed off that we chose his bed to gather on.

"Let's forget about the fact that we are effectively stranded here, and play... truth or dare!" Niall says happily.

"What, in third grade or something are we?" I say, but inside I'm happy.

"I'll start. Truth or dare... Ali," Harry says, and my heart sinks a little. What is wrong with me? I'm this obsessed with him that I get jealous when he chooses my best friend in a game of truth or dare? What's happening to me?

"Dare," Ali says. She always picks dare.

"I dare you to speak in a Russian accent for the rest of the night," Harry says, and we all laugh. Even Ali.

"Okay," she says, sounding Russian. "Truth or dare... hmm I vill pick ze Niall Horan."

"Trut'."

"Do you miss ze Zayn? Or do you sink you're better off?"

"Eh. I miss the lad. A lot," he says sadly. Awh, Ziall.

"Aw. You're turn," she says.

"Right, Haz. Trut' or dare."

"Dare."

"Pick someone to sit on your lap for te rest of te game," Niall smirks. "And it can't be me," he adds hurriedly.
Why am I screaming pick me pick me pick me inside my head?

"Uh... ugh. This is hard... I feel like I'd be crushed if Liam or Louis sat on me. Maybe... Ali. Because she's the smallest," Harry smiles at her. I can't help notice Niall glaring at him.

So, he didn't pick me. Whatever. I don't really care... I'm lying to myself- I do care. A lot. I'm really sensitive and this makes me wanna go die, and cry, and... I'm overreacting. I need to chill the heck down.

But as Ali crawls over to sit on Harry's lap, I can't help but being bitter. She's the pretty, skinny one, with the voice- and she can dance. What can I do? Swim fairly well, and what good is that gonna do in the middle of the outback?

"Okay, my turn. Louis. Truth or dare?" Ali says. I kinda zone out until Niall says my name.

"Angel. Trut' or dare?"