Stranded (Harry Styles Fan-Fic) {Completed}

Chapter Ten (Same Mistakes)

The past few days have been rough. Harry and I haven't spoken to each other since the break-up, and honestly, neither of us were planning on it.

I was thinking about how stupid it was of me to start a fight about something as unimportant as that. Who cares if he told me I should've built a more structured hut? I mean, of course I do, but not enough to end our relationship.

Now that I think about this more, if he loved me, he wouldn't have broken up with me because of a stupid fight. It's not like we haven't fought before, either. We got through all of those, didn't we? I mean, we weren't together at the time, but still.

Then I remembered what Harry had told me the day we crashed.

"I promise to stick by your side, if you stick by mine."

What happened to that promise? I guess I wasn't keeping my side of the promise either, but I didn't want to have to be the one to give in first. Not this time.

I walked along side the shore, where the cool ocean waves crashed beneath my feet. There was a little bit of wind, but only enough to keep you a bit cooler. My short, denim shorts and laced tang-top was the perfect outfit choice for the day, and my hair was down, touching the middle of my back.

I picked up a nearby stick and started drawing things with it in the wet sand, watching it wash away while I drew.

"Daniella.." I heard a voice say. I jumped a little, not noticing someone behind me. I turned around to face Harry, who's curly brown hair was perfectly perfect, and his eyes were a dark green, and serious.

"What do you want?" I asked, trying to sound mean. I didn't want to show him how much I cared about him.. How much I cared about us.

"To talk to you." He said.

"I'm listening."

"Alright, look, about the other day.. I know it was rough, and I know that you said some things you didn't mean. We both did."

I looked into Harry's eyes, and he looked into mine. He was waiting for me to catch on to what he was saying, but as we found out earlier, we have very different understandings.

"What I'm trying to say, is I never wanted to break up. I want to be together, it's what I've always wanted. I thought that was what you wanted too, but I could be wrong. Daniella, your the best thing that's happened to me, and I don't want to lose you. I need you, babe. Please, give me another chance." Harry said, looking at me still.

I thought about what he said. I really, desperately wanted to give him another chance. I wanted to be his everything again, and I wanted him to be mine. But I wasn't quite sure if what he was saying was true. What if we just make the same mistakes again?

"I thought we had bigger problems to deal with." I said cooly.

"Like what? Losing you is my biggest problem."

"Did you forget that we're stranded on an island, and that we could die at any moment? Harry," My voice began to break. "I'm scared."

"I know, I know," Harry said, stepping closer to me. "But we'll make it through this. As long as we stick together like we promised."

I nodded my head and looked at the ground. "Okay."

"So, can I have another chance?" He asked, his eyes big and hopeful.

"I don't know," I answered, shaking my head. "Let me think about it."

"Oh," Harry said, moving farther away from me. "Okay."

"I just need time to think things over. I don't want to be making the same mistakes over and over and over again, ya know?"

"Yeh," He nodded. "I guess so. Well, while you think about that, I'll be up by the huts working on something. See you later." With that, he walked away.

Should Harry and I try our relationship again? I wasn't sure yet. He was the sweetest guy I've ever known, and he was so cute. Plus, I loved him more than I loved anything. But how could I be sure that what he told me was the truth? How was I to know that after we got off this island- If we ever got off this island- He wouldn't just run away and chase some other girls? I don't want this all to just be a game.

I thought about being stranded here, with Harry. How he held me when I was sad or cold, how he sang me to sleep.. How he made everything so much better. He's never done that for any other girl. Was I really the only girl he wanted?

By now, I was walking up to Harry. He was working on some table looking thing, but I wasn't sure what it was.

"Hey." I said.

"Hi," He said quietly, standing up and facing me. "I'm not a builder."

"I can see that," I said, managing to get a laugh out. "I have my answer."

"Really? What is it? Is it a yes or no, or-"

I interupted him with my lips. I kissed him softly, throwing my arms around his neck. He kissed me back, putting his hands on my cheeks. When we pulled away, I looked at him with a little smile.

"Does that answer your question?"