Stranded

Chapter 39: Island Girls

[You will meet the girls on the picture above (or on the sidebar if you're using your Mac or something like that) later in this chapter.]

Louis' POV

My mind in swirls, I was unable to see pieces of broken glass lying along my path. The searing pain on my left foot caused by stepping on a fragment slowed me down. I stopped running and sat, leaning on a tree. The fast beating of my heart anesthetized the pain I was supposed to feel. Soon, I closed my eyes, succumbing into unconsciousness.

*Next morning*

Rae's POV

Weird sounds woke me up from an unpleasant dream. I seem to have slept sitting. Weirdly, the surface beneath me feels terribly dusty. My legs sore, I'm not sure if I'm feeling it right. My bum hurts, too, probably because I've been sitting here sleeping for long.

When I finally gained courage to open my eyes, I saw myself in an odd village in the jungle. Several women are working, not minding me staring at them. I looked to my left and saw Erin, Liz, Lea and Angel. Tied opposite to them are Harry, Niall, Liam and Zayn. 

Where is Louis?

Flashbacks of yesterday came to me, answering my question. He went back to the cruise ship amidst the danger just because of my insistence to save Juan, Dee,  Rex and Sean. But why is he not here yet? Why are they not here yet?

It is my fault. If only I didn't insist on going back, Louis wouldn't have went. I could've at least spared one life from danger. Still blaming myself for their absence, I closed my eyes and wished for the best, fingers crossed as well.

I noticed a lot of girls gushing while staring at our group. They were speaking in a weird language that I am not familiar of, smiling and blushing as if they are teenagers, although most of them are at their thirties and above. With the same look on their faces, I realized that they were only gawking at the boys. Awkwardly, I observed them, hoping that my companions will wake up very soon and that they will do nothing to harm us.

They did not take their eyes off the four until there was a commotion. A group of strong, teenage girls was carrying something that caught the attention of the other girls of their tribe.

Minutes later, the people crowding them gradually decreased, giving me a clearer view of what they were so excited about without too much hassle. I was shocked to see that is wasn't a gigantic salmon that the tsunami brought. It was not a 'what', but a 'who'. Turns out, they were ecstatically gawking at an unconscious yet glorious male human dressed in wet clothes in front of them. Louis William Tomlinson.

He's alive. But he's not okay. At least he's alive, my subconscious comments. Right. But still, my conscience won't just leave me alone so easily. I still feel responsible for what happened to him. I watched from afar, his chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm,  his entirety serene. I do not know whether to be relieved or not.

Three of the girls who brought him into the village cleared the area, seeming to give the other girls orders. They followed, leaving the three with Louis.

They are about our age. One of them is beautifully tanned and has dark hair. All the others look up to her, not only because of her tall, slim figure fit for battle, but because she is authoritative and respectable.

The other one is only a bit shorter than the first. She is a brunette with a tannish complexion. She checked Louis temperature then shook her head, dismayed of what she found out. Louis must be having a fever. Oh no.

The third, who is a fair blonde, excused herself. She went inside a hut and then came out after quite a while holding a bowl of what seems to be soup. To my surprise, the bowl was neither made of clay or half a dried coconut shell, but is made  of plastic colored with a ridiculous shade of pink. I blinked a few times, trying to see if my eyes were fooling me, but they weren't. They are not as uncivilized as I thought they were.

Louis woke up, surprising the three, and started looking at his surroundings. He looked confused and frightened indeed. He looked at those girls with a wary look.

"Where am I?" Louis asked, his eyebrows furrowed. He moved back a little bit to maintain his personal space, obviously not comfortable in their company. As they are complete strangers to us, he does not trust them.

"You are in the island of Dionisia." The blonde said. I was a shocked that she could speak English fluently, with just a tiny mark of her weird accent. Another thing that surprised me is the fact that this place has a name, meaning it is not uncharted. Louis' brow furrowed further in confusion. If I haven't heard of this island before, there is no chance Louis has.

"Who are you?" He spat, almost in a rude way. The girls only grinned at him, seeming not offended by the way he answered at all. The blonde answered for her posse again, a huge smirk plastered on her face.

"We are the heiresses to the throne of the Siquolot tribe." She beamed proudly, then went on with rambling, making Louis more uncomfortable than he already is. "Actually, Kiran is. By the way, I'm Kelly. These are Kiran and Ellis." She pointed at the dark-haired girl then at the brunette. The latter smiled slightly, but her smile faded immediately as their leader glanced at her.

Louis ignored the introduction and started to glance sideways as if looking for something. "Where are my..."

I froze instantaneously as our eyes met.

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Late. Short. My apologies. School is getting in my way. Thanks if you still haven't ditched this story though.

-Shelly Styles