Surviving with One Direction { A Fan Fiction }

Chapter Two - "Don't Cry"

I am abruptly awoken the moment my back slams onto the ground. Although I am slightly disoriented, it does not take long for me to figure out what is going on.

The plane crashed.

I don't know how to explain what I am feeling right now. Aside from the panic that is steadily building up inside my chest, I am relieved. Because even though I have absolutely no idea how I survived, the realization that I am alive - and for the most part intact - is enough to override all of the other emotions that are swelling inside me.

"Hey, is Teagan okay?" A very familiar voice shouts.

Startled, I open my eyes. I honestly hadn't expected anyone else to be here. Well, wherever *here* is.

"She's fine, Niall!" A person close to me answers. "She just woke up."

Wait a second. Niall? My heartbeat begins to pick up as I start to sit up, but a large hand clamps into my shoulder, keeping me in place.

"Take it easy." I recognize that voice. When I glance over I am surprised to see none other than the very Liam Payne. His hair is disheveled and falling carelessly into his eyes. A long scratch stretched from his cheekbone to his jawline and an exhausted expression was painted onto his handsome features. I wanted to ask him so many questions, like where we are and how we got here, but he didn't keep my attention for long. I pushed his hand off of my shoulder and and let my eyes roam the beach, in search of the blond haired boy I had become fast friends with on the plane. For some reason completely unknown to me, I wanted - no, I *needed* to know that he was okay. When I finally spotted the Irish boy, a spark of happiness lit up inside me and a small smile tugged at the corners of my lips. He is okay. Niall is okay.

"Guys, Harry isn't waking up!" It only took a second for me to realize who that is - Louis Tomlinson. His voice is frantic and coated with worry.

"Stay here Teagan," Liam tells me quickly, and I notice that he is frightened, although he is trying to his his panic. He gets up and practically races over to where Louis is kneeling beside who I assume is Harry lying on the ground. Okay, for one thing, I don't like taking orders at times like this. Not wanting to remain where I am, I get up despite the throbbing headache that is screaming at me in protest, and follow him. Liam notices me but doesn't protest as he kneels down beside Zayn Malik. I join them, my knees digging into the soft sand as I take the spot next to Niall.

"He isn't breathing," Liam says after a brief moment of silence.

"What are we going to do then?" Louis asks, and now that I am close enough to him I can see that the scared tone in his voice matches the expression on his face.

"Mouth-to-Mouth," Niall suggests suddenly.

Everyone looks at Liam. He sighs and runs a hand through his messy hair. "I don't know know how to do that," he admits.

"Neither do I," Zayn says.

"Same here," Niall and Louis both say.

"I know how to do it." All eyes fall on me as I gently push against Liam's arm. "I need room."

Liam easily complies and I shift so that I am closer to Harry.

"Are you sure you know what you are doing?" Louis questions. I nod.

"Yes, I do," I answer, "I was Captain of the swimming team two years ago, and mouth to mouth was mandatory."

Louis sits back, a bit more at ease now. "Please help him," he murmurs.

Not wanting to waste any more time, I bend my head down and check to see if he is breathing. When all signs show that he is not, I hurriedly follow the procedure that I'd learned and tilt his head back, pinch his nose shut, and place my mouth over his.

It would have been dead silent if it weren't for the crashing waves. Even without looking, I can tell that each one of the boys is watching my every move, most likely stock still. My eyes are glued to Harry's chest, making sure that it is moving every time I give him two long, slow breaths. After a while, I begin to worry. He should have made some sort of response by now. I keep repeating my previous actions, in hopes that he'll wake up. But eventually the panic that I have been trying to contain is about to book over.

Please don't let Harry Styles be dead. Please, please don't. I may not know him very well - or at all, really - but that doesn't mean his death won't affect me. "Come on," I whisper, urging him to open his eyes. My mind is trying to tell me something that my hammering heart keeps denying. No, I refuse to believe that he is dead. I can't. These four boys are relying on me. I have to save their best friend.

*He's gone.*

There is no use. I can no longer tell myself that he'll wake up, because he is gone. "I'm sorry," I say softly as I sit up straight. I risk a quick glace at the four boys, and instantly regret doing so. Their faces are etched with pain and they are gazing down at Harry. My heart breaks at the sight of Niall. His cheeks are flushed and tears are falling down his face in a steady stream. I close my eyes, and without warning, warm tears spill down my face. It is deeply confusing how much this is affecting me. I feel as though it is all my fault that Harry is gone. I may have only met him once and very briefly, but the image of his cheeky grin is burning in the back of my mind. If only I had been quicker or done something differently, he could have lived-

A thumb lightly brushes against my cheek. Startled, I open my eyes and look down into the green eyes of Harry Styles. His brow is furrowed and concern is written all over his face.

"Don't cry, love," he whispers softly.

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Finally, I finished it. I typed all of this on a phone, so excuse any errors. (: Hope you enjoyed it. Please comment and tell me what you think!