Stranded

Chapter 9: In His Own Universe

Niall’s POV

“Niall, wake up. Niall…” Somebody was shaking my shoulders, waking me up from unconsciousness. I couldn’t recognize who the person was at first, for my vision was still blurry due to dizziness, but as soon as my eyesight went back to normal, I realized that it was the girl I met a while back who poured cold water on my face.

“What happened?” It was all I could utter. I saw my surroundings and I could say that it is not a very nice sight.

She placed her hand on her lap and played with the belt she was wearing. She was looking at the floor, not able to look right at me. “Um, I’m sorry for pouring water at you. I-I couldn’t wake you up.”

She stood up and continued talking, but still, she was looking somewhere else. “There was a storm, I guess, and then the cruise ship suddenly crashed into something. I don’t really know. I think everyone got out except for us.”

“But why are you here, um…” Even though I met her before, I didn’t have the chance to ask her name. I asked her why she was with me because we are currently inside the bar’s pantry and it looks like she didn’t really intend to be here. I did. I remembered sneaking inside to look for food. I also remember being disappointed, for the only things I found inside were bottles of wine, beer and other kinds of liquor. To my surprise, the organized array I saw before was gone. Everything was scattered and out of place.

“Elizabeth Simmons. Liz.” She said, and this time, she looked directly at me. She looked nice, to be honest. Her long curly jet black hair complements her big brown irises very much. She wears huge glasses, yes, but she was breathtakingly beautiful. “I accidentally locked myself inside the ladies’ room. When I got out, I decided to look around, and then I found you. I’m so stupid, right?”

“No. It was an accident, like you said.” I replied, smiling.

“Want me to help you up?” She asked. I nodded. “So, what are we going to do now?”

“I’m not sure myself, but, why don’t we get out of here?” I suggested. After all, we couldn’t just stay inside this place.

We made our way out of the pantry and looked for a way out. We went to the very front of the deck and walked down a large boulder which is unusually close to the ship’s size and astonishingly resembles a staircase.

I was pretty amazed of what I saw. We are actually stranded on a very beautiful tropical island. The view was very spectacular that I don’t even mind being stuck in this place. Personally, I consider this as an escape. It’s absolutely the right time for me to have a break away from my chaotic schedule, hoards of screaming fans and, most especially, the irritating paparazzi.

Wait…

Where are Harry, Liam, Zayn and Louis?

Louis’ POV

“Do you think we’ll survive?” I asked.

“Have you seen the movie ‘Life of Pi’?” She answered my question with a question. “Pi Patel survived. We will, too.”

I am nowhere. We are nowhere. I’ve been sitting on this boat for more than an hour now and I am unbelievably with the same girl I talked to at the bar. At first, I thought she was going to seize this opportunity to jump on the water and kill herself, but I was wrong. I mean, she’s still sitting in front of me and she hasn’t done or said anything yet.

I was wrong about her. I thought she was all suicidal, but she really is not. Turns out, she just wants some peace of mind.

“I think we’re just meters away from that island.” I told her.

“Oh, snap.” I heard her mumble to herself. “I thought I was going to have some time alone…”

Alone? Doesn’t she feel my existence? This girl is totally weird. She wants to survive, yet she doesn’t want us to go to that island. I mean, why shouldn’t we? If she wants to be alone, then fine, I’ll leave her alone as soon as we get to that island. She doesn’t really have to tag me along. This person seriously doesn’t know about asking someone’s help…

She poked my shoulder with her pinky. I was caught not paying attention.

“Oh, sorry. What did you say?” I asked.

She rolled her eyes at me and replied, “I suggest we go to that island and part ways after.”

“What?”

“I don’t think you’re deaf, Mr. Louis Tomlinson.” Her eyebrows met as she rolled her eyes at me for the second time. “I said, we go to that island and part ways after.”

“Okay then.” I said as I reached for the knob to start the motorboat. I don’t really have an idea on how to drive this thing, but it seems easy. Luckily, everything I did was correct. The ride was quiet, which was a thing I had expected. Not one of us uttered a sound. I, in truth, don’t want to say anything to her. I do not have anything to say, anyway.

In conclusion, I would say that staying with someone like her in an island could be a real torture. In times like this, cooperation and concern are absolutely important, and it seems to me that she doesn’t possess the necessary character traits in order to survive. Like, come on, she needs me. I think I’m wrong about what I said about her not being suicidal. Being on an island alone is like committing suicide.

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So i just had this dream about One Direction coming to our town, but sadly, I woke up before I could even ask for their autographs. One thing more, I've read in my horoscope that what I dreamt won't be real and it would be the opposite. Happy April Fools Day to me. :(

//KimShelly