It’s been exactly one week on this island. The first two days were actually not that bad, but every day becomes harder. All though I have the alternative ‘toothbrush’ and the occasional ‘river showers’, it’s not the same at all. Plus, I’ve been having difficulties to fall asleep for a few days, what makes me even more tired, almost exhausted even. The weather doesn’t help either, people aren’t even wearing clothes anymore, it’s like an inverted world, sleeping in jeans –believe me it’s worse than you can even imagine- and walking around in underwear. I’ve never felt comfortable in my skin, so mostly I can convince Niall to wear his shirt to walk around in the daylight. I felt bad to ruin his shirt actually, because the shirt used to be white and now there isn’t even a sign that the shirt ever had been white, it’s covered in black and brown sand and even blood from the meat we’ve been eating this week. I felt more comfortable in Harry’s button up shirt, because it was longer, but I haven’t even spoken to him in four days. I know he’s ignoring me and it frustrated me a lot that I don’t know why. He’s been hanging around Barbie and the gorgeous bitch from Russia, and they seem to have a lot of fun together. I bet he fucks them both and I don’t even want to know why it bothers me so much.
“Why the frown?” Sophie asks, roughly trailing her fingers over my forehead. When she follows my gaze, she clenches her teeth.
“I don’t understand that boy for one bit” she groans.
“Yea, tell me about it.” I breathe out, looking at her instead of Harry and it feels good to be able to breathe again. “How was the shift with Lucas?” I ask, smiling a little bit. I think Sophie has got a little crush on him and it’s adorable to look at the two of them. Though, I am sure Lucas is not into her, like she is into him. Lucas is just not the kind of guy that falls in love with anyone. It’s been really obvious for me that she likes him since yesterday, the day she started speaking English to some of us and not France, so their conversation were a little bit longer and easier for Lucas.
Before she could answer we saw a huge helicopter flying over the island, it was an immense noise and everyone was looking in awe at the big thing.
We are getting out of here, they finally understand it’s not responsible to drop their children on a deserted island.
We will be free.
I will be sleeping in my bed, I will be able to talk to Zayn again, I will be able to shower again.
Oh my god, it’s over.
But even before I could cheer I saw a person in a black ninja suit, and he was throwing bags out of the helicopter, a few people were shouting and being hysterical and even a few girls were sobbing when the helicopter flew in the opposite direction.
“GO FUCKING SEE WHAT THE BAGS ARE” a guy shouted over the horrible noise. Lucas, Harry, Paulo and Kagiso, a guy from South Africa ran to the bags and it was like this moment was cut out from a movie. Their hair flew in every direction –except Paulo’s since he hadn’t many hair- and they were yelling at each other over the noise.
When everything was silent again, our entire work from days was gone. Sophie, Leoni, Lina – a girl from Sweden- and Rosalinda have been busy to make a sort of roof from branches and big leaves for people to sit in the shadow, also basic stuff. We made a stool, I was pretty proud of it because it was used often. Some guys were injured after they had been ‘hunting’ or just fell and they could sit on the stool so we could ‘nurse’ them with everything we found. We also made a sort of bin for all the fruit, a sort of cooling system for the clean water it was really cool Rosalinda invented it, it’s like this huge vat with seawater for the cooling and then a vat in the vat with the clean water.
But whatever we made it was blown away by the fucking wind the helicopter caused. I was lost, everyone was with the bags and I was staring in the distance, I really was lost and everything happened in slow motion. I could see Kagiso, Paulo and at least five other guys fighting each other and it looked pretty bad. Britney was shouting to another girl and the others were searching through the bags. And I was the only one standing alone, by myself, staring into the distance. Doing absolutely nothing but staring.
“Are you okay?” I heard his voice, but even his voice couldn’t make me move. He placed his hand on my shoulder and it was like he pressed a button, my knees felt wobbly and I collapsed right into his strong, tanned arms.
“I thought they’d get me out of this madhouse” I muttered, not above a whisper. I didn’t look at him when he turned me around and pushed me slightly away from him to look at me.
“What’s your number?” asked Harry, not letting go of my poor appearance.
“Twenty- two” I whispered.
“I knew it” he whispered to himself and held a kaki backpack, with a large sticker ‘22’ before my eyes.
“Open it” he commanded, he came a step closer so that our bodies were touching. His large, rough hands neared my face, and he quickly pecked my forehead before caressing my messy hair and whispering an ‘everything will be okay’. But before I could react, he was gone.
I opened the bag in full speed, like I had to catch up my lost time from seconds ago. I was so overwhelmed with everything when I pulled the things out of the bag. The tears welled up in my eyes when I saw my sleeping bag I once used when Zayn and I went camping in the woods, my toothbrush and toothpaste, oh my god my toothbrush. I would never have imagined I would miss it so much. Two bottles of shampoo a mini razor, my notebook, a plane white T-shirt and my yoga pants I adored wearing at home. Also a letter with Zayn’s handwriting and only seeing his handwriting broke my heart. I missed him so fucking much, it was killing me. I cautiously opened the letter and at least 6 pages were written with blank ink.
Dear Sam,
I miss you so fucking much, I don’t remember a minute I haven’t thought about you in the last week. I am so sorry if I forgot something important, but your mother and father were on a family trip so I had to pack your bag in less than 15 minutes (so that I could write you this letter) I believe this are the basic stuff though, but my mind doesn’t function that well anymore..
I couldn’t read further, all the emotions were rushing into my body when I only thought of home and him and it was just too much to bare.
“Are you okay?” Niall whispered, sitting down before me cross legged, while looking with a lot of concern at my facial expressions.
“Yea, I am okay, a little emotional, don’t worry about me.” I tried to laugh, but it sounded rather like a whale who tried to imitate a mouse. But Niall didn’t seem to mind.
I wiped away my tears with the back of my hand, and gave him a reassuring smile.
“Is this your boyfriend?” He reached at my letter, but I backed away in defense. “Sorry” he mutter, a little taken aback by my sudden actions.
“Sorry, what?”
“The picture” he pointed carefully at my letters and only now I saw the picture he meant. It was a photo of me, Zayn and Zayn’s sister when he invited me to come with him on summer vacation with his family. It was the best trip I had ever been on, yet the most confusing time of my life.
“No, he’s my best friend. And this is his sister.” I pointed at the picture and smiled when I saw Waliyha, but my heart sunk when I saw Zayn doing his typical dorky dancing right in the middle of Waliyha and me. It was an eventful evening then, on that beach, and I don’t know whether I want to think about it or not.
“He looks amazing” Niall smiled friendly. I heard someone call him and he gave me a apologetic look before standing up.
“Bye Niall” I smiled when he walked away. I quickly put the letter back in the envelope and changed my shirt into the clean white one, it felt wonderful. I put the toothbrush in my coconut from earlier and started brushing my teeth. It felt so refreshing, I felt so good, I can’t even explain. After I brushed my teeth I put all the stuff back into my bag and hid it somewhere safe. I don’t trust half of the people here and I really don’t want people to steal it. I looked around and saw three guys fighting and one girl making out with a guy I’ve never seen before.
“This shit is crazy” I sighed to myself.
“Tell me about it” Harry answered, and I petrified a second by hearing his unexpected voice. He was leaning against a tree and eying me up and down several times until I asked him to stop.
“Don’t you have to be with Britney or some other girl?” I spit, starting to walk away from him. But not even a second later he was walking beside me.
“Nice ass” he ‘complimented’.
“Shut up” Now I feel even more embarrassed walking around without my pants, and I really don’t want to put on my yoga pants, since I’ll need them tonight. I checked if my shirt was covering my bum, and it was just underneath my panties, a little bit too short, but way more decent than any girl walking around here.
“Are you jealous?” His voice sounded amused, and I hated that voice right now.
“No? Why would I be jealous, Harry?” I asked, turning around, crossing my arms over my chest.
“I like this face” He smirked touching my nose swiftly, with the tip of his index finger. I rolled my eyes and continued walking a little faster with the intention to get rid of him. But not with Harry.
I sucked in a breath when his arms caught my middle and his lips were only about an inch away from my ear, I could feel his breathe on the side of my head.
“Harry! What the fuck are you doing?” I asked weakly, trying to escape from his grip.
“Hugging you” He said innocently. This was not comfortable at all, I was tensed and stood there like a statue in his arms. I turned around and tried to push him off of me, but he didn’t flinch, on the contrary he tightened his grip. I looked at his face and his eyes were shut in concentration, there were laugh-crinkles and the dimples on his cheek were showing off proudly. I smiled and decided to hug him back, I needed this more than I told myself and I felt safe in his arms, although our complicated relationship.
“I’m sorry I’ve been such an ass to you” He muttered almost shameful and I just shook my head.
“You’ve been okay.”
He started laughing, but soon his laughter was replaced by weak, heartbreaking sobs and occasional ‘I’m sorry’ ‘s. I was a little taken aback, because I would never in a million years imagine Harry crying in front of anyone actually. So I cooed him by the famous ‘It’s okay, it’s gonna be okay’ ‘s.
“I’m such a mess” he said, nearly above a whisper but still his groggy voice strongly conquering his weakness. I placed my hands on both sides of his head and tilted it softly. His eyes were puffy, red and lifelessly, like he just gave up on everything. he didn’t even try to smile at me when I looked deeply in his eyes. I felt bad when I came to realize that my first real question to him was:
‘Who are you, Harry?’
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