Stranded On An Island w/ ONE DIRECTION

UGH.
KILL ME NOW KILL ME NOW KILL ME NOW oh my god.
Harry locked me in the laundry room with Zayn.
Yes, Harry Styles has locked me in the laundry room with Zayn Malik.
Zayn's scrutinizing eyes find the hidden camera covered in wet seaweed behind a pile of dirty clothes. His hands reach back to flip his long Jesus hair only to remember he cut it the week before.
"Damn Hazza." He mutters under his breath as he looks me in the eye, one eyebrow raised.
Well played Harry, well played.
Let me tell you the story of One Dizzle and me living on a stranded island, south of Hawaii, Makhulau.
Oh don't worry, we have plenty of time. I sigh and sit back against the old washing machine while Zayn flits his eyes back and forth, looking for a key, silently cursing. It was pretty sexy.
"Ha." I laugh in spite. I might as well spend the time on explaining you all how I got into this mess.