Stranded with Louis Tomlinson

Chapter Eight

Louis' P.O.V.

Day 6 on the island

I woke up and Amber was still asleep. At some point during the night she'd kicked her part of the blanket off. I found myself checking out her legs, and I was kind of turned on. Then I realized how wrong that is. If she woke up she'd catch me staring. I looked away and thought about algebra equations until I was turned off.

She woke up a few minutes later and we split a coconut for breakfast. After eating we both brushed our teeth.

"Maybe we could look around to see what else is on the island," I suggested. She agreed and we walked into the woods.

As we walked, the branches snapped beneath our feet. We didn't talk, probably because the walking was exausting. I wondered what was on the other side of all of the trees.

"What's that?" she asked, pointing ahead.

"I don't know," I replied. Quickly, I walked toward it, with Amber walking slightly behind me.

When we both arrived at it, we just stared. It was a small wood cabin. Maybe somebody else was living on the island.

We slowly entered the cabin and stepped onto the wood floor. It was almost empty. I saw a toolbox sitting near one of the walls. I picked it up and examined its contents; a hammer, a handsaw, nails, screws, pliers, a tape measure, and some cloth.

There was a black case propped up in the corner. Amber opened it. It was an acoustic guitar.

"What the hell? That's random," she said. I laughed.

She put it back in the cacse and picked it up. I grabbed the toolbox and we made our way back to the beach.

When we got back to the shore, it was extremely hot and humid. I took my shirt off and got into the water. Amber joined me. The water really cooled us off.

After being in the water for a while, we got out. Amber picked up her jeans, which were now dry, and put them on.

The sun had gone down, so I made another fire. I spread the blanket out for us to sit on. Amber grabbed the guitar and sat down beside me.

"Do you play?" I asked

"Yeah, a bit," she said.

She played the beginning chords of "Look After You" by The Fray.

"My favorite song." I smiled.

Then she began to play "Rock Me", and I sang.

"Under the moonlight as we stared at the sea."

I stopped singing. "Woah. That was ironic," I said. Amber laughed.

She put the guitar back in the case. We layed down and got under the blanket.

"They think we're dead, don't they?" she said.

"If they do, that means they'll stop looking."