When Harry and Zayn returned from their fun adventure of trying to find Zayn's weed, Harry was laughing his ass off. Zayn glared at the curly haired fool, "shut up. You said you'd be quiet if I showed you."

Harry laughed, "right." When Zayn gave him another look, Harry closed his mouth, trying to stifle a laugh. However, his efforts failed and Zayn hit Harry's chest, his eyes wide, pleading Harry not to say anything. But Harry, being the dick Zayn thinks he is, just had to open his big mouth, "Zaynie here," Harry pulled Zayn toward him, his arm hanging over Zayn's shoulder, "has some very naughty magazines."

"What is it, like, kiddie porn or something?" Niall asked.

"Bro," Louis said, staring at him in horror, "that's not even something to joke about."

Niall mumbled a 'sorry' and Harry gave Zayn his bag filled with weed, "he seems to like—"

"Don't you dare say it," Zayn warned.

"—sugar daddies," Harry finall said, not giving one damn about what Zayn would do to him, if he even did do anything; Zayn was all bark, no bite.

"I will strangle you in your sleep, Styles."

"Good thing I sleep with one eye open. You never know when someone will try and suffocate you with your own pillow if both your eyes are shut. Now can you please just roll a joint? Mr. Tomlinson is in need of some relief and I don't think your magazines will do the trick this time around."

Zayn glared, but sat down next to Liam to roll Louis a cig. "How did you even find his bag?" Liam asked from his spot on the sandy beach.

Harry shrugged taking the joint from Zayn and giving it to Louis. He held out his hand, waiting for Zayn to give him the lighter. Zayn did. Louis put the rolled cigarette between his lips and Harry leaned over to light it. "I'm a master of finding people's luggage," Harry said, glancing at Liam who hadn't bought it, "we went back into the plane—don't say anything about it Niall—and found his seat and, whoa, it was right there. It's nice that the fire is finally calming down."

Louis exhaled, feeling so relieved already, "holy shit, I haven't had a drag since Monty's last house party. This is the shit."

"You just said shit twice. Don't you have a wider vocabulary?" Harry questioned, laying down next to Louis.

"Surely he knows the words 'yes', 'daddy', and 'ohmygod'," Zayn commented, laying down and closing his eyes once again. He only hoped he wouldn't be interrupted this time around.

"'Ohmygod' are three separate words," Liam pointed out.

"Does it look like I care?" Zayn asked, not bothering to look up.

They all just stayed there; Louis, Harry and Zayn laying on their backs with their eyes closed or staring at the blue canvas above them; Niall and Liam sitting up, tracing random pictures into the sand. Surprisingly, they were all thinking the same thing: how the hell were they going to get off this damned island?

Liam looked over at Niall who just smiled and continued to draw a house in the sand. Niall wondered why houses where always the first thing people thought of to draw. Maybe it's because of their simplicity. In his case, he was already feeling a bit homesick. He began to wonder if his family would realize he was gone after the ten days were up. Surely they would, right? Would they even be at the airport waiting for him to return? Is there news back home that their plane had crashed? Gone missing? Disappeared into thin air?

It seemed as though thousands of questions were racking around in Niall's head that he finally decided it was time he go for a walk to clear his mind. He stood without saying a word and started walking away from the other four when Liam said, "hey, blondie! Wait up!" Quickly, the star football player ran up toward Niall, nearly falling on the way.

"They're boyfriends already," Zayn mumbled, his eyes still closed.

"Just shut up," Louis told, placing his arms over his eyes.

Niall glanced over at Liam and then turned his attention to the ground in front of him, "I don't really want to be around anyone right now, Liam. I kind of want to clear my mind."

Liam scratched the back of his head, "yeah, I figured, but we should travel in twos just in case there's some sort of danger. Like, two is better than one."

Niall let out a defeated sigh, knowing very well that Liam was most likely not going to go back to the others. He half-smiled at Liam then turned to look at the island, "do you think there's anyone else on this island, maybe on the other side?"

Liam thought about it, "maybe," he said, "maybe not."

They hopped over some rocks and balanced on some logs, "it's kind of pretty actually," Niall said, "I guess I only ever imagined desert islands to be empty, spacious and miles and miles of sand. I didn't think about mountains or trees or anything really."

"I think everyone is under that impression. The word desert makes people think of a literal desert, like the one in Nevada or across the seas in Africa," Liam replied, side-stepping to avoid an old, rotting log.

Niall followed Liam, "do you think we'll ever get off. I mean, I know we just landed, like, an hour ago, but aren't you curious about it?"

Liam nodded, "of course I am. I think all of us are, even Zayn. We've grown up living life easy. We get water from a faucet. Our kitchens are filled with food. We have ovens and stoves, pots and pans. We have always had everything we've ever needed. It just seems so strange to imagine people even living without any of it. That people in Africa have to travel hours just to get water. That they have to work for less than a penny per hour for a fourteen-hour work day in a landfill. We are extremely spoiled, yet we still complain about what we don't have when they aren't even nessacities."

Niall agreed with a nod,"do you ever wish you didn't have it so well off? If you could put yourselves in the shoes of those children? In the shoes of oppressed women in the Middle East?"

"It's such a terrible answer, but yes. I want to see their experiences first-handedly. I want to feel what they go through. I think it's such an awful thing to say that I'd give up everything I have—had—to spend a week in someone else's shoes," Liam answered.

"I'd agree with you. I wish I could just make a difference, you know? Like, share what I have with them, take them under my wing in a sense."

They walked in silence, both of their minds trying to find someting to say that wasn't that stupid. Neither one of them could come up with anything, but the other's company was just fine. They returned after they walked so far they couldn't even see the three others. They were all walking around, carrying a few bags they had found and putting them in a pile away from the shore.

"And the boyfriends return," Zayn yelled. Louis and Harry turned to see Liam and Niall walking back toward them. "Bet you two snuk off to make out or some shit," Zayn said.

"I bet you would have liked to see that, Zaynie," Harry commented. Harry earned a glare from Zayn, but he didn't really care anymore.

Niall watched at Louis threw a suitcase on top of the pile of other suitcases, "what are you guys doing?"

Harry followed Louis' suit. "I—being a genius—realized that it might actually get really cold tonight so we should start working on making some sort of shelter. Blankets might also be a good idea so we don't freeze to death the first night."

"Of course we could aways just sleep really close together and use each other's body heat as heaters," Zayn suggested.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Harry said, wiggling his eyebrows up and down.

"Fuck you, man," Zayn said, begginning to rummage through one of the suitcases. It belonged to an older woman by the looks of it. She had yarn and thread along with needles and crotchet hooks. "Look, we might actually be able to sew some things together to make a canopy or blankets. Do any of you losers know how to sew?"

All of the guys stared at each other and then Liam silently raised his hand halfway. He glanced at each one of the guys who seemed to be thinking the same thing, "what?" Liam asked, "I leared in Boy Scouts a while back."

"Alright, alright, big guy," Harry said, patting Liam on the back, "get to work then."

"What about the rest of you?" Liam questioned.

Louis started limping away from the rest of the group, "I'll go look for firewood or something like that." Harry stood up from where he was fixing his shoe. He took a few steps forward to close the distance between him and Louis, catching up with the smaller boy quite quickly. Louis turned to face Harry, "where do you think you're going?" Louis asked.

Harry shrugged, "with you, I suppose."

Louis crossed his arms over his chest, "I don't need a baby-sitter, Harry," Louis said. "Can't you just leave me be? You saved me once, I won't need saving again."

Harry frowned and shoved his hands in his jean pockets, "I just thought that maybe you'd like some company."

"I don't need your company." Louis said, "now, shoo shoo. Be on your way. Go save some other damsel in distress. I can take care of myself."

Harry watched Louis limp away, waiting nothing more than to reach out his hand to grab Louis' wrist and pull him closer. All he wanted was to look out for Louis, that was it. But he had lost Louis' trust and he could only hope he could gain it back.