Stranded

Chapter 12: Getaway or Runaway?

Liz’s POV

“Wow.” I heard Niall Horan say as we stepped on the white sand beach. Wow? Is he kidding around? Here we are, stranded on an island, and he just said ‘wow’?

“Are you nuts?” I asked. In his face was an unexplainable look of utter happiness, which, I thought, was like a child’s.

“Are you nuts?” He returned the question to me. What?

“Definitely not.” I said. I looked at the jungle ahead. It seems to me that Niall is only looking at the beach, which explains why he’s so happy.

He shrugged. “I’m not, too.”

He was so childish that he ran into the water and even took me with him. I was hesitant at first, but as he splashed saltwater on me, I finally decided to have fun and do the same thing. His joy is contagious. For the first time in forever, I actually had fun with someone else other than my family.

“You really want this kind of vacation, huh?” I asked him. I don’t know why but my One Direction infection just kicked-in again, making me want to know more about him. I had to be careful though, because I don’t want him to know that the person he’s with is a Directioner. He might avoid me. I definitely don’t want that to happen.

He only nodded. He looked at the vast ocean that surrounds the island. “Can you believe this?” He asked me.

“Believe what?”

“This.” He raised his hands to form a ‘V’ and turned around. “We paid so little money yet we are in a place so similar to heaven.”

Heaven is a big word. Yet, Niall Horan is right. Even thousands of dollars or pounds can’t even buy a day in a private tropical island. As for me, I got the ticket for free and still, I’m here with one of the guys I idolize. On a tropical island.

Wait. Tropical island? There’s a tropical island in the middle of the Antarctic Ocean? Impossible. How could…?

“Why don’t we take a stroll around?” Niall suggested, shooing my thoughts away. I smiled at him and nodded, thinking that I am the luckiest girl in the universe, being stranded on an island with the one and only Niall James Horan of One Direction. Well, hi there, Bernice Hale. Who’s the alpha now?

Rae’s POV

“Can’t you row the boat faster?” I asked him. Yes, I made the great Louis Tomlinson row the boat. We kinda lost fuel so someone had to do it the manual way, which means someone had to use the oars for us to reach the beach. Since he’s the guy, I made him row.

I don’t really care if he’s a famous person. After all, boys are the same. They look different, yes, and they might even have different attitudes at first, but they are nothing but assholes. They are nothing but sharks waiting to tear you into pieces.

Don’t blame me for being this harsh. I looked at him using my peripheral vision and saw a sweaty guy, probably very much exhausted. I was tempted to stop giving him such a cold treatment, yet, he somewhat reminds me of Ian Ryder.

I caught Louis staring at me. I shot him a look. “Why are you staring at me?” I asked. I don’t like to see people staring at me. It seems to me like they are judging me in some way. I feel underestimated. “What?!”

“Do you have PMS?” He asked, his head tilted on one side.

“Who told you to stop rowing?” I asked, trying to be meaner than ever. I gave him the famous Rae Cavanagh death glare that only the gossipmongers in our place usually get. Fortunately, he got what it meant. Row faster, Tomlinson. Queen Cavanagh needs to get on the island quick.