Survivor (A One Direction fanfiction)

Trippy Aśs Berries

I'M BACK BIATCHES lol. Sry guys. I've been busy with softball. And emotional things I'm trying to sort out.

YAY FEELINGS.

Jk.

Not really.

ANYWHORE

ENJOY

Niall's P.O.V.

I could feel a burning pain. My back and head were burning, my face burning, my neck burning with sharp pain. I felt gentle coolness on my forehead, and heard a sweet voice mumbling in my ear. It brought a sense of easiness to me, calming the burning. That only lasted for a little while, though. Then the searing pain would burn over me like a fire again. I would slip away again, and just see nothing but black.

But this time, the blackness didn't come. I slowly began to feel my fingers, and my toes. My pain was still hovering over me, but it wasn't the most evident thing I felt. I felt a cool draft sweep through the relatively warm somewhere I was in, and I laid there for a forever until my eyes finally started to open.

Harry's P.O.V.

It was the third night on this island. I stared into the flames we were all huddled around, listening to Liam explain to Louis how birds make babies. Louis was leaned against me, eating gummy bears, while Zayn drew in a sketchbook that Claire had given him. Claire sat beside Liam, huddled close to him, glaring at a book.

"And that's how birds have sex." Liam said, shrugging and rubbing his knee. Louis nodded, looking interested, but tired. He yawned and snuggled closer to me. I chuckled. I looked down at the ground, rubbing my hands against my sweats that I hadn't worn in like a year. I'd almost forgotten what loose pants felt like. I wonder what the fans think of this? My inner-voice was constantly asking these questions. They are probably ready to find us themselves. I smiled to myself.

I love our fans.

Claire suddenly stood up, looking in the direction of Niall who we'd laid face down on the coffee table we'd hauled out of the plane. Claire had cut a hole in the thin wood with a pocket knife she always carried, and filed the rugged edges down with a fingernail filer to smooth it. She had then taken two neck pillows and laid them down around the hole. It was like a massage chair, but made out of a table. That took her about two hours. We had built a shack out of palm leaves, vines, and strong branches around Niall, with enough room for all of us to sleep. We were still working on the door. We all looked in the same direction as Claire, able to hear her heart pounding in her chest.. that beautiful chest of  hers, with the nice plump pair of ti-

Damnit! I thought to myself. I need to stop.

"Claire? What are you doing?" Liam glanced up at her. Zayn looked at Claire, worry streaking through his eyes.

"I heard something. It sounded like it wa-" she gasped, dropping her book. We all turned and looked towards where she was looking.

Niall stood in the doorway of the shack, looking at all of us, the white bandaging looking off against his (kind of) pale skin. Claire hobbled over to him, grunting in pain, and grabbed him. She pulled him into a tight hug, avoiding his wounds, and began to cry. I stared for a minute, looking at the other boys. Liam was in shock, Zayn was grinning ear to ear. Louis was asleep, drooling on my shoulder. I shook my head. Zayn and Liam shot up from there seats and ran towards him, their words blending together. They pulled Niall into a gentle bro hug, patting his lower back because his upperback was what was so torn up. I picked Louis up in my arms, carrying him towards the shack. When I passed Niall, I curtly nodded, mumbling a "hey man". I carefully laid Louis down on a fold out mattress sofa type thing, making sure not to wake him. When I turned to walk away, I felt someone grab my hand. I turned and looked back at Louis. He was sitting up on his elbow, his blue eyes lighter in the bit of moon that shone into our shack. 

"Can I talk to you about something?" he questioned me.

"Well if it's about what happened the night before Zayn's birthday, I would be happy to-"

"NO!," Louis yelled, his face turning bright pink, a smile playing on his lips. "That was fun, of course.. but that's not what I want to talk to you about."

I raised an eyebrow.

"It's about Claire."

Zayn's P.O.V.

I sat my empty cracker pack to the side, looking away from my hands.

"Hey Jules, hand me some Doritos." I mumbled, finished with my crackers.

"We're out." she grumbled, eyes closed, curled up against Liam's leg, Niall laid against her. I sighed.

"Ima take a waz." I stood up and walked into the trees. Before I unzipped my pants,  something a deep shade of pink caught my eye. I looked up.

Fucking berries.

I quickly took my wee break, and sanitized my hands with the sanitizer Claire had given me. I examined them closer. They were shaped like raindrops, but they reminded me of a pinkish colored grape. I grabbed as many as I could, shoving half a handful in my mouth. They tasted like the Strawberry Daiquiri drink that Claire always had... a Sobe, maybe? They had a tart aftertaste, but they were delicious and juicy. I shoved a few more into my mouth and chewed slowly, savoring it. When I turned around to walk away, I began to feel woosy. I closed my eyes and shook my head, trying to rid of the feeling. When I opened them, I was staring straight into the face of an older man, with a scruffy beard in a black suit with a bowtie, and a tall black top hat rested on his head.

"I cannot tell a lie," he said, his accent not completely English, but not completely American, "you are a fucking idiot, Zack."

I blinked.

"It's Zayn." I slurred.

"Whatever you say, big guy." he said, nodding. He disappeared, and my world began to spin. I saw pinks and greens and blues and browns and reds swirling together into a large pool of designs. I saw the trees, but they were upside down, and instead of leaves, they had red flags that read "1D". Queen Elizabeth handed me a cupcake, saying, "Eat you shall, young one." in a Yoda voice. I took a bite of the cupcake, and I saw Liam riding Donkey Kong in front of me. A dragon started chasing me, the Queen of Hearts on its back, and I began screaming "Down with the bloody red queen!! DOWN WITH THE BLOODY RED QUEEN!! DOWN WITH THE BLOODY RED QUEEN!!!!" Everything suddenly turned black, and I saw the witch telling me to go to sleep.. and I did.

I'M SORRY ITS SHORT BUT AT LEAST I UPDATED. SORRY FOR MISTAKES. Btw, that guy in the tall black top hat was Abraham Lincoln. and idk if there are berries that are really like that.

just go with it.

bye lovelies.♡

-R xoxo