Niall came running toward the four boys that were sitting around organizing the things they were able to find with the biggest smile on his face. "I have found our way off this island!" Niall exclaimed.

The four others looked at each other like "this guy is craaaazzy" after dropping what they were doing. Then Harry spoke. "What did you find?" Harry asked, pretending to be interested in the least. Niall held up what he had in his hand. He held it high above his head as if it was the most amazing thing he had ever come across in his entire life. The sunlight bounced off of the object and blinded the other four. Niall quickly apologized as he walked closer to them, each of the other four analyzing the device.

"Do you get what I'm saying now?" Niall asked, eager for one of the boys to reply.

Harry glanced at Louis, Louis glanced at Liam, Liam glanced at Zayn and finally Zayn said, "that thing is so old you can't even play Candy Crush on it."

"It's a piece of shit with numbers on it," Harry commented, " it must have belonged to that old hag that was sitting behind Leo."

"The last time people used that, the hashtag was still being called the pound sign," Zayn added on.

"It's the answer," Niall defended. He looked so excited about it that all the other boys just had to listen to what he had to say. "Look, we can just call someone back in the states, like, my mom or whatever. Then they'll be like, 'omg, we have to get them off that island'. And then they contact the FBI or CIA or some shit then Navy ships and Air Force airplanes and helicopters show up and the Marines run in and make sure we're safe and scout the island to see if there's anyone else." Then Niall concluded, "it's brilliant."

Zayn chuckled, "alright, try making a call, Smarty Pants."

So Niall placed the flip phone against his ear after dialing his mom's phone number. The phone didn't even ring, but he stood there, determined to have someone pick up on the other line. Meanwhile, the boys all smiled at each other like when a person is waiting for their friend to get the joke.

"Huh," Niall said, taking the phone away from his ear. "I can't seem to get a signal."

"No duh, dipshit," Zayn said with a laugh. The other guys chuckled along with him and Niall threw the phone onto the ground. "At least I'm trying to do something," Niall yelled, crossing his arms over his chest.

Louis stood (which Harry took as the opportunity to check out Louis' butt) and pat Niall on the shoulder, "look buddy, we get that. But it was pretty damn funny," Louis said chuckling, "you have to at least admit that it was funny."

Niall shrugged. "I thought it was pretty smart," he said.

"We're sure you did," Louis said, "but it wasn't the best idea ever. I'm sure you'll come up with something else." And Louis was really hoping Niall did, because, hell, he wanted off this island even more than all the others. He wanted his life back. He wanted to continue doing nothing because nothing was just fine. He didn't want to have to sleep with these guys he hardly knew or have to ration food with them (especially Zayn). It just seemed too different for Louis. He liked ordinary. He liked normal. He liked living a reasonably boring life.

Zayn stood, stretching out his arms, "well, I don't know about you guys, but I'd much rather dig into some of those peanuts and pretzels than watch this."

So the five boys sat down for what they considered to be dinner. They ate in a painfully awkward silence and later enjoyed cookies for desert. They knew that they'd have to find some sort of other food to sustain them once their plane refreshments ran low. Harry thought about making weapons to kill any animals they might find on the island. All Zayn could think about was smoking weed. Liam thought of making fishing hooks and reels to catch fish in the sea. Louis considered becoming a cannibal and feeding off his lovely companions, starting off with the most inconsiderate prick: Zayn. And Niall really wished they could just make McDonald's buildings out of thin air. (He was really craving a Big Mac.)

"Hey, Mr. Tough-Football-Player-Guy," Harry called out once they all started to go their separate ways.

Liam turned around, squirming on his toes. "What do you need, Harry? I really need to piss," Liam said.

"I just thought I'd ask you how the canopy's going. You need any help or anything because I'm sure Louis would be willing to help a brother out. He's real good at helping people, you know. Maybe you could use him-his help that is, not him. Like, he isn't an toy or anything. He's just helpful-caring. He's really caring and kind." Harry rambled.

"Thanks for that, but I really-I'm just gonna-I'll talk to you later," Liam said quickly. He started to run off and then turned around, "please, don't follow me." Then he was off, cupping his crotch along the way.

Harry turned back around to look at the other guys. Zayn was doing nothing (obviously) and Harry wondered when he'd start to go through a withdrawl of drugs. His body seemed to depend on it, in all honesty. Niall was helping Louis fold and organize clothes, but he soon stood up to go closer to the beach. Harry waited around a little bit until he went to sit next to Louis.

"Uhm, hi," Harry said. He scratched the back of his head, not sure if he was doing this whole I'm-Really-Sorry-For-Everything-I'm-Not-Really-A-Douchebag-Please-Forgive-Me thing right. "Do you-would you like any help with that?"

Louis looked up at Harry. He was always fond of the way the sunlight hit Harry's curls and face, making his eyes seem really green and quite gorgeous. If it was any other day, Louis would claim that he wanted nothing to do with Mr. Harry Styles, but today he could really use the help and, though he hated to admit it, the company. So he shrugged, and moved over to make room for Harry, the next rock cooler than the one he was on.

They folded the wrinkled clothes and organized them by children, women, and men in silence. Then they made even smaller catagories like girls/boys for children and by sizes for men and women. Although it really didn't serve a purpose, it was just nice, in Louis' mind, to have everything organized. He really liked it that way and it kind of reminded him of his room back in the states.

"That doesn't go there," Louis told Harry after he tried putting a women's small into the pile of women's extra small. "Oh, right. My mistake," Harry said. He then put it where it belonged, going back to sit next to Louis. They sat there awkwardly for a moment, Louis continuing to fold a woman's shirt. "I, well, I just wanted to tell you I'm real sorry about-"

"Please don't do this now. It doesn't matter, don't you get that?" Louis asked, frantically trying to put things where they belong. He just had to focus on folding, Harry would go away if he did, right? "I'm over it." HA! Total lie right there.

Harry reached out his hand to gently rest on Louis' shoulder. "Louis, please," Harry pleaded, trying to look into Louis' eyes. His hands were sweaty and his heart was racing and he wanted nothing more than to make things right. Harry hardly ever cried and it wasn't because he thought he was this big, macho guy who buries his feelings deep down, deep, deep down, waayyyy down. He just wasn't a crier. He got sad. (like, what person watches Marley and Me and doesn't get sad?) He got down in the dumps from time to time. But he hardly ever cried. However, right now, sitting next to Louis, watching the blue eyed boy not even look at him, made Harry want to cry. "I never meant to-"

"Yes, you did!" Louis yelled, finally breaking apart. He just couldn't take it anymore. "You did mean to. You did do it. And you hurt me. You made me hate you, Harry." Louis turned to look Harry in the eye, "you made me fucking hate you and I never thought I could do that."

Harry frowned, feeling a burning sting in his eyes. "I just-it was a joke. I-fuck-it was supposed to be funny. People laughed. It was " Harry tried to explain, his voice quivering.

"Oh yeah, I was really laughing then." Louis exclaimed, "I just thought it was the most hilarious thing in the entire world! But Harry, just because it was supposed to be a joke, doesn't make it any better. In fact, it makes it worse because it shows that you never really even cared about me as a friend. How I would feel-how I would react didn't even cross your mind for one second."

"It was stupid-I was stupid. I'm sorry! I'm sorry, okay? Can't you just forgive me already?"

"I accept your apology, really, I do. But I will never forgive you," Louis said, standing up to walk away. "And don't even try cleaning up the mess you left behind. I'm already working on it."

Louis walked past Zayn who had watched the entire fight. "Really, no harm, no foul, eh?" Zayn said. "Shut up before I punch you in the nuts, Malik," Louis replied, continuing to walk as far away from Harry he could. "Hey, at least we both hate him!" Zayn yelled back to Louis who had already made it behind the plane.

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Question: What do you think Harry did that Louis won't forgive him for?