One Last Breath - with Louis Tomlinson and One Direction

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

"Noo!!!!" Everyone was screaming in a panic."Come back!!!" "Stop!!!"

The helicopter just flew by. Like nobody was there! The 'HELP!' sign was so obvious. Anyone could have spotted it from miles on miles away. How did that helicopter miss it? How?!

Running over to the camp, Mili threw herself in the sand. Louis followed behind her, kneeling beside her.

"We're all going to die!" Mili pouted. She was acting so immature.

"No we're not, it might come back. Maybe it was just going to get more help. We're going to get found. Zayn and I are extremely famous. The entire world is probably in a panic right now. Searching for us. Don't worry Mili." Louis smiled as a reassured her.

"I don't understand how you're so optimistic about everything." Mili replied.

"You were too, at first. I just think everything is getting to your head. I bet we'll be saved."

"How is NOT getting to your head?!"

"Well, I'm used to being surrounded by people, every single moment, for the past 2 years. Fans, management, the boys, interviewers. I'm never left alone, so I guess in a way.. This is kind of nice." Louis explained.

"Okay. I see.." Mili turned away from him and got up. She started to head in the opposite direction.

"Where you going?!" Louis shouted after her.

"Nowhere. I need some time alone." She briefly stated.

"Can I come?" Louis asked.

"No." She simply replied.

Two hours later, Mili returned to the camp site. Louis was sitting by the fire, fidgeting with the sand, making stick people. Mili sunk herself into the pile of leaves that was supposed to act as a bed. It was getting dark, the sun was setting. The glowing atmosphere looked so beautiful with shades of red, orange, pink, and purple. The colors dance vibrantly just about the horizon.

"So, you came back to watch the sun set with me?" Louis giggly asked.

"No.. I was hoping-"

"Please. It's beautiful, and it'd be a shame to watch alone.."

"Fine," Mili gave in, sitting next the British boy. He was shirtless, because Mili wore his top. During the process of making the sign, somehow Mili's shirt managed to tear, and she had no other clothing to protect her body. Louis offered, but Mili hesitantly accepted. The shirt was a little baggy on her, and almost reached the hem of her shorts. Louis propped himself up on his elbows. His toned abs rising slightly from his stomach. Calvin Klein boxer-briefs clung low on his hips, and even lower laid his red slack shorts. Reaching his hand up, he tugged at Mili's wrist lightly. She sat beside him and watched as the gorgeous colors began to fade.

The loud sound high and far in the distance returned. Louis and Mili darted up. There feet were heading towards the 'HELP' sign before their legs were fully up. Zayn and Sherry were already standing there. Once the helicopter slowly approached closer, the flying arms and screams returned. They backed away as the sand began to stir everywhere. The helicopter was landing. They were saved.

Sitting in the helicopter, Mili's heartbeat was racing. Her feelings were mixed. She didn't know whether to be happy or worried or what. Turning her head, her eyes met with Louis'. She felt a sense of comfort looking into his beaming blue eyes. Without losing eye contact, Louis stretched his arm out and grabbed hold of her hand. He squeezed tighter, mouthing a few words to her. She couldn't make them out, but she returned with a smile.