Simon sat patiently in his office waiting for his cash cows to come in. Now Simon Cowell had a lot of cash cows, and they were all very good at making him the big bucks, but the biggest of them all were his pride and joy, the 5 boys he put together during an episode of X-Factor.

'One Direction'.

He spent so much time and money into making them famous 5 years ago, he wasn’t about to let them go down without a fight now. This could be the opportunity that he needed to get them back on the front covers of magazines, and back at the top of the charts.

Just one problem, convince the boys that this crazy ass scheme of an idea he came up with would work. Everybody who’s anybody does reality TV. Just look at the Kardashians and the Hiltons, who were all talentless hags. If they could make a reality show work, so could the hot hunks of his beloved 'One Direction'.

“Simon, you wanted to see us?” Harry said poking his head through Simon’s door.

“Yes, come on in boys and have a seat. Have you guys seen the ticket sale projections for the next 6 months?” Simon asked, with an unhappy grimace. The five young men who were all in their early to mid twenties by now, shook their heads in ignorance. “It’s not good lads. Sales are way down. We need to do something to get you boys back on top of the world! Something big, something spectacular and I have just the idea… But first I have to know, do you still trust old Uncle Si?”

The boys all looked at each other, and in agreement said, “Of course Uncle Si, you’ve always had our best interests in mind…” Liam stated, with thefull support of his band members behind him.

Now, the boys being who they were never once doubted Simon’s loyalty to the band, but they weren’t stupid either. They knew if they couldn’t turn their careers around to financially benefit him, he’d find new pretty boys who could.

“Do you guys remember the old reality TV show, Survivor?” Simon asked. Harry and Louis smirked and looked at each other as all five boys nodded an affirmative. “Well, I have come up with an idea that follows the same basic principle. You 5 will be brought to an undisclosed location, where you will have to survive and live together, along with other island inhabitants for an entire 12 months.”

“What?! An entire year without hair products or a mirror!” Zayn shouted, clearly distressed.
“Screw your hair products and mirrors mate, what the hell am I gonna do without ‘Nando’s’ for an entire year! Are you trying to kill me Uncle Si?!” Niall screeched in protest.

“May I suggest you learn to like Sushi?!” Simon retorted. “This is your chance to make history boys.”

“You said ‘other island inhabitants’, who else will be there?” Louis asked, his interest definitely peaked.

“I’m sure you’ll like this part boys. There will be 2 girls on the island with you as well. The girls chosen will not be fans or even know who you boys are. Part of the ‘survival’ challenge will include procreation but because there are not enough girls for each of you, you’ll all have compete against each other for their *ahem* affections.”

“What will the girls get as incentives?” Niall asked quizzically.

“Each contestant will be paid 10,000£ for doing the show, not to mention the fame and publicity that they will get and if they play their cards right, families at the end of the 12 months.”

Now most of the boys were shocked at this latest revelation and wondered in silence if they would or should even attempt to do this. After all, bros before hoes and all that shit.

Right?

Harry though, was thinking about how easily he could blow all his bros out of the proverbial water with his good looks, charm and his secret weapon, his dimples. He chuckled silently to himself, thinking that he had this competition half in the bag already. With any luck, by the end of the year, their would be two children with his last name. Now, luckily for the boys none of them had married, or were in current relationships. After the band had reached their peak in success, there had been no time for all that nonsense and relationships had gone by the wayside.

Now while Harry’s only thought was about getting laid and spawning his seed, the other boys were completely wrapped up in thinking that they might just find love on this new little adventure.

“Will there be camera’s everywhere?!” Liam asked with disgust and growing concern.

“There will be no cameras permitted when you use the washroom, or *ahem* consummate a relationship.” Simon smirks. The boys all breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

“So will people be voted off?” Zayn asked, becoming increasingly intrigued with the whole notion.

“No, you must live and survive together for an entire year. During which time their will be challenges you will each have to meet. The person at the end of the 12 months who has met the most of these challenges will be declared the winner.”

“And what will the winner get?” Louis asked.

“You will each represent a different charity. The winner’s charity at the end of the of the 12 months will receive 1,000,000£. With any luck, the TV ratings will soar and your fame and popularity will sky rocket you all to international superstardom once again.”

“So, who will pick the girls Uncle Si? I think we should have a say since we’re expected to be ‘attracted’ to them.” Harry said matter of factly, licking his lips in anticipation.

“We will be holding open auditions on Monday and yes you’re all expected to be there. However, the prospective applicants will not be permitted to see you at this time. They will only be told very limited information prior to commencement of the show. Once the applicants are chosen, none of you will have any further contact with them until day one on the island.”

“What about shelter, water & food?” Niall asked, still very unsure of the whole situation.

“You will each be given a backpack on drop-off day, each will contain a few key supplies, vital for your survival. For example: a small knife, matches etc. The contents of each pack will remain a secret until day 1 and no two packs will have the same items. These are the only things you will have to keep yourselves fed, and build shelters with. How you use them is completely up to you. You may choose to keep the contents of your packs to yourselves or pool your limited resources and work together. So, do you have any more questions?”

The boys had tons of questions but they all sat in complete silence, contemplating strategies. No one said that they couldn’t make alliances, and Harry and Louis were already making theirs. 2 girls, 2 of them, unless... Harry smirked inwardly, he got to Louis’ girl first.

“Well then boys, let me be the first to welcome you to ‘Lust Island’!” Simon said with a chuckle as he raised his glass of scotch towards them in a toast.


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Kelsea and Izzy were best of friends. It had been that way since Pre-K. While Kelsea had aspirations of becoming a successful musician and being famous one day, Izzy dreamed of becoming a successful reporter and having her face as well known as her idols Barbara Walters and Oprah Winfrey.

The shared an apartment together in downtown London, and while Kelsea wrote songs everyday and performed little gigs here and there at local bars (which hardly paid anything), Izzy had just graduated from Journalism school, and was working as a waitress at a local restaurant called ‘Nandos’.

Making sure they had enough money for rent was always top priority to Kels and Izzy, after that, they focused on their other needs, and with Izzy’s student loans, the girls were just barely scraping by. They had gone months now without luxuries like lights, cable and phones. Living hand to mouth, never quite sure if they’d make it.

As they sat in their apartment chatting with each other reading through the newspaper, which was really the only source of entertainment either of them could afford at the minute, Kelsea gasped, “Izzy look at this advertisement!”

“Girls between the ages of 19 to 25 to star in a new reality TV show based right here in London. Successful applicants will agree to a health and physical fitness assessments. 10,000£ to each chosen candidate for a 1 year contract. Please bring headshot. Winning proceeds awarded to charity…” Izzy read aloud.

“This could be our opportunity to get discovered!” Kelsea gushed excitedly.

Both of the girls were in extremely good shape, they ran 5 miles almost every single morning and they were quite confident in their appearances as well. They were willing to bet they would be stiff competition for the other candidates, especially if they stuck together and worked as a team. Little did they know that would be more difficult than they ever dreamed.
Kelsea had long straight brown hair with a heavy bang and stunning emerald eyes and Izzy had long straight black hair and bright blue eyes. Both were a very healthy size 10, but all of it was muscle, which accented all their curves in just the right places.

They looked at each other and smiled.

They had a good feeling about this, after all, anything connected to a Charity had to be a good cause.

Right?

Notes

Okay, so yeah, this was an idea that a friend and I came up with. She will be co-authoring this with me. Don't hesitate to leave us your comments, as they are what keep us motivated to write more for you!

We hope you enjoy your time on 'Lust Island'...