Castaways

Twenty- Four

Deanna's POV

The rustling of the big bonfire that we set up was flaming up the night sky.

"Hopefully this will catch someone's attention," Louis sighed and he threw another log of wood in the blaze. I moved around in the cold sand,trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in.

This is so weird. Like out of all the things that could happen to me, this had to happen. And the funny part is, just a week ago I was finishing up Lost on Netflix. If a gigantic polar bear came out of the jungle and attacked us, I wouldn't be at all surprised.

"What are we going to do?"

I turned my head to the side, and saw Niall gazing up at the stars. "I guess... we just wait," I shrugged. Niall scooted closer to me. I was hoping a big plane would come right now. To save us. But then again, I thought we were going to get saved while we were on the raft. Why is it taking them so long?

"This is really crazy,"

I giggled. "Niall, I think we passed crazy a long time ago,"

He laughed, but abruptly stopped. Realizing that this wasn't funny at all. I suddenly felt the tension between us. His shoulder was hardly brushing up against mine, but I could feel the coldness of his tan skin. I could see his short breaths in the air, as if he just released smoke from his mouth. I turned away from him. This is crazy.

"I'm sorry,"

I whipped my head back towards him, utterly confused. "Sorry for what?"

"I'm sorry for coming on too strong," He closed his eyes, as if he was too afraid to see my reaction.

"I accept your apology," I instantly replied back. He opened his eyes and looked at me. "Why did you forgive me so quickly?" He asked.

The sound of laughter erupted right as I opened my mouth. It was coming from Harry and Ally. There were sitting on the opposite side of the bonfire as us, laughing and wrapped up in eachother arms.

"...because," I finally started, after the 'couple' over there finally hushed up. "...Because... I have a weird feeling we are going to be here for a while, and I don't want to spend the time hating on some stupid thing you did," I replied, gazing into Niall's beautiful blue eyes. He smirked and agreed.

"I would hate if you were mad at me," He said, and looked up and kept on gazing at the stars.

My heart leaped when he said that. What was that supposed to mean? Like...what.

Is this actually happening? Did I really get kicked off a school field trip my mom paid so much money for? Did I really board the same exact flight as One Direction? Did I really end up sitting next to my favorite member? Did he actually want to hook up in the bathroom with ME?

Did my plane really crash?

Did we really end up on a small raft?

Am I really here?

Or is this some twisted dream.

This is crazy.

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Ally's POV

"Harry shut up, Deanna and Niall are having a moment," I put my hand over his mouth, but he kept on silently giggling.

"Why does it feel like I'm on drugs?" He pushed my hand away and started to rub his temples.

"Did you buy anything from those monkeys from before?" I said, referring to the chimps we saw earlier when we were walking on the beach together.

"Yeah, I think those bananas had something in them," He smiled, going on with the joke. We both laughed.

"You know, while we were paddling to this island, I thought there was going to be a hotel or like a village on here somewhere," He sighed, obviously not in the funny mood anymore.

"I was hoping that too," I whispered, looking deep in the blaze.

"What if they never find us?" Harry said, while he too, looked in the fire. I bit my inner lip and wrapped my arms around my legs.

"Don't say that, you're making me even more scared," I whispered to him.

Thinking that we would be stuck on the this island would probably be the worst thing that has ever happened to me. The plane crash coming to a close second.

"Don't be scared. I'm here," He assured me, and engulfed my body with his muscular arms. My stomach churned, but I didn't wiggle out of his grasp. Instead, I nuzzled into him, trying to make myself more comfortable in his lap. He rested his head on my shoulder, which made my heart beat even faster. Holy shit.

"I'm here," He repeated, and tightened his arms around my waist, and I could see the bulging veins on his forearms.

I'm literally in Harry Styles' arms, on an exotic island, after roaming the waters of the Pacific Ocean, and surviving a fatal plane crash.

This is crazy.

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