"So?" Louis said, urging me to tell him the news. I didn't know how to say it. All eyes were on me as I sighed. I was horrible at telling people bad news.
"Well," I said, "He has a disease."
"No shit." Harry scoffed. I glared at him then turned back to Louis and Niall with a sympathetic smile.
"It's a lung disease. I'm not sure what it exactly is, but my best guess is tuberculosis."
"Can you fix it?" Niall asked, hopefully.
I bit my lip and shook my head, "I don't have the medicine and even if I did I'm not an actual doctor. I'm only a student."
"So he's gonna die?" Niall sighed. I nodded.
"Bullshit." Louis muttered. I looked at him, he was angry. Then I looked at Liam. He looked at his feet, clearly upset.
"I'm sorry." I said. We were all silent.
Liam broke the silence, "Maybe it's for the best?"
"Don't say that." Melody spoke up.
"No," He coughed, "It's over. I won't get better."
"You never know," I reply, "You might make it without medicine." Truth is, I wasn't sure. But hope pulls through. Sometimes.
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It was now dark and we were all sitting around a fire talking to each other. Louis and Niall were in the extra tent we had built for them and Liam. They were staying with Liam, making sure that he was okay.
I felt someone sit next to me. I didn't want to look, I was just staring into the fire. "So," I heard Harry say. I turned my head to look at him, breaking the intense "stare down" I was having with the fire.
"So." I repeated.
"How are you?" He asked casually. I chuckled and looked down at my legs. "What?" He said while trying not to chuckle himself.
"Are you trying to have an actual conversation with me?"
"Can't I be nice to you?" He laughed.
"No, you can't. You're Harry." I reply.
"Well, Harry can be nice."
"I'll believe it when I see it." I teased. We both laughed. We've never actually talked without yelling at each other during the time we've been here.
"Fine. Then tell me about yourself." He said.
"Why?"
"So I know who I'm being nice to." He said and smiled. I rolled my eyes.
"What do you want to know?" I sighed. I wasn't good at a description of myself. I made myself sound boring.
"Um," He hesitated, "What's your full name?"
"Lacey Amelia Ambrose."
"Favorite color?"
"Why does that matter?" I ask, laughing.
"What if your favorite color is my least favorite color?"
"What if it is?"
"Then I can't be nice to you, I'm sorry." He turned his head, pretending to ignore me.
"It's white." I laugh.
"White?" He says in a surprised tone.
"What?"
"That's such a," he pauses, "bland color."
"Well, I am a bland person." I shrugged. He asked me a lot of questions to get to know me.
"My turn to ask you questions." I smiled.
He shook his head. "No. That's for another time." He smiled at me and walked away.
"Okay." I muttered to myself. His response brought so many questions to my mind. Did his parents die after he was born? Was he forced to live in foster care? Was he an ax murderer?
I kept my questions in my mind and decided not to ponder on them because curiosity killed the cat. Hopefully Harry wasn't curiosity.
And that brought another thing to mind. We were stuck on an island with a bunch of people we didn't know at all except for what they told us about them which could be lies. They could be murderers. That was a disgusting thought and it was far off from what my original topic was but it was a possibility. We were going to get crazy one day and someone will die.
That's what scares me.
A/N: lmao this story isn't going how i want it wow okay i have really bad writer's block and the story seems to be going slowly. so i might just speed things up a bit. there'll be some filler chapters, but i'm horrible with those. but there's drama to come. vote && comment!
