Survivor (A One Direction fanfiction)

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Zayn's P.O.V.

I woke up laying on something rough. I propped myself up on my hands, looking down at whatever I was laying on. It was a makeshift bed - not a very comfortable one, I must say - made from branches, vines, and bundles of leaves. I yawned, rubbing my eyes. I looked up, coming face to face with a brown eyed, sunbleached blonde hair-ed, and tanned skinned woman. I jumped backwards, yelling in surprise, only to smack against something hard. I moved my hand from my chest to beside my head, patting whatever was behind me. I turned and stared, getting an eye full of a tanned dark haired brute with bright blue eyes glaring into mine. He reminded me of Mister Clean, only meaner.

Mister Mean. Get it? No?

Kay.

I shot backwards again, running into two more people. I jerked around, yelling again. The two people consisted of a very feminine looking guy with the same hair, eyes, and skin as the girl who was hovering over me when I woke up, and I girl with black hair cut like Miley Cyrus', and the same blue eyes as the guy I'd dubbed as Mister Mean. She seemed kind of manly, but she was still gorgeous. I slipped on something round and fell backwards, landing on my butt. I groaned, and looked at the four people.

"Are you guys gonna eat me?" I questioned, tucking my knees closer to myself.

They burst into laughter. Laughter.

"Oh, heavens no. Well, at least not all of you. I'm up for a little morning sausage, though." the blonde Australian guy winked at me.

"Aaron! What the hell is wrong with you?!" Miss Model Looking Lady with the Hottest Australian Accent I'd Ever Heard (the blonde girl) yelled at Aaron - the blonde boy.

"Kat, watch the swear words." the black hair girl mumbled. Her accent was very British - thick and sweet, like caramel. Kat rolled her eyes. "Your boyfriend is standing right there!" she gestured to Mister Clean, who was now glaring a hole in me, with his arms crossed. Great.

Louis' P.O.V.

We had all just woken up, and started getting ready for our long day on the island. Claire was humming some old Christian song that seemed to calm her down, cooking eggs on a pan that had been on the plane over the fire. I couldn't help but smile at her. My conversation with Harry last night played over in my head.

"It's about Claire." Harry's eyebrows scruntched up at my words.

"What about her, Louis?" his voice was gentle. He sat on the edge of the thing I was laying on.

"Harry, I like her. A lot. Mate, I.. I know you had some fun times with her and stuff. But I want to tell you I really like her and that when we get off of this island, I'm going to take her on a proper date and I'm going to ask her to be my girlfriend." I shook my head to asure myself that that was exactly what I was going to do. Harry smiled some.

"Okay.. I understand we're extremely close. But why are you telling only me this? Shouldn't you tell the other lads too?" His hands were nervously rubbing his pants, his eyes darting around the shack.

Why was he so nervous?

"Liam and Zayn know I like her. They're practically the brothers Claire never had, thanks to her dick of a dad." I looked down.