Castaways

FIFTEEN

Niall's POV

Why wasn't she waking up? I was doing every correctly. I pumped my hands onto her chest, shaking her lifeless body.

"Niall, I told you, she's alive," Liam reassured me again. I didn't listen to him.

"Niall," Harry placed his firm hand on my shoulder, but I quickly shook it off.

"Stop telling me to-"

Deanna suddenly jumped up, coughing out sea water and probably the smoke she just now inhaled.

"Deanna!" Ally shrieked, as she wrapped her arms around her friend. I fell backwards, exhausted from all the work I just did.

"Are you okay?" I heaved to the coughing girl. Deanna glanced at me and smiled. Her forehead was bleeding, not too bad though. Her shirt had burnt holes all over it, and her jeans were ripped.

She looked horrible.

In a cute way though.

"Is help coming?" Deanna asked Ally.

Ally looked at the rest of us, encouraging us to help her answer the question.

"We don't know yet," Harry simply replied. Deanna nodded and wiped her hand across her forehead. When she noticed the blood, she turned pale.

"You're going to be okay," I reassured her, while I helped her stop the bleeding with the sleeve of my shirt.

Suddenly, a big groan came from the plane.

"What's happening?" Louis said. We all looked around.

"The plane is sinking!" Liz exclaimed. My eyes widened and I quickly rolled off the wing, dragging Deanna with me. She yelped as she hit the cold water. The rest of them quickly jumped in after us, escaping the plane that was now underwater.

"There were people still in there," Liam mumbled. I gulped. The planes lights flickered off as it sunk to the bottom of the ocean.

I treaded in the water, with Deanna inside my grasp.

"Don't let me go," She whispered into my chest. I hugged her tighter.

"Never,"

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Deanna's POV

Just thirty minutes ago, I didn't want that boy near me ever again. I didn't want him to touch me, look at me, or even breathe the same air as me ever again. I mean, it doesn't matter if he was hot and charming.

He tried to kiss me in an airplane bathroom! Even though it was kinda hot, he can't just take advantage of me.

But now, as I watch our commercial airplane drift to the bottom of the ocean, I realized that Niall's presence was warming to my heart. His chin was resting on my head, and I could hear his heart beat pounding through his chest.

"Never," He whispered in my ear.

I smiled and hugged him tighter. Even though I took swimming lessons throughout elementary school, I was too tired to swim. Maybe because I just woke up form a miniature coma.

woah.

"Everyone, climb onto this!" Liam shouted. We followed over to his voice. Liam was dragging over a big piece of metal, that could probably fit more than half of us.

"Are we even going to fit on that?" Harry literally read my mind. Liam gazed back at the chunk of metal and shrugged.

"This is the biggest one I could find!"

We all looked at each other and nodded. Niall lifted me up by the bum and softly threw me on the raft. He reached out his hand and I grabbed it and pulled him up.

"Thanks," He mumbled, obviously embarrassed that he couldn't get up by himself. Liz and Ally soon followed after me.

"So, we are just going to....not do anything?" Louis awed.

"Help WILL come soon," Harry said while he lifted himself onto the raft. I ran my fingers through my dripping wet hair and wiped my nose. This cold water was going to make me sick.

Harry better be right about help coming soon.

After Liam got on the raft, everyone laid back. We were all heavily breathing.

Well.

That just happened.