Nothing says "I really don't want to be on this island with you fugly people" more than Zayn Malik's existence. With just one look Louis instantly felt as though his presence was annoying the tattooed pot smoker. He really wanted to fold up in himself to hide or melt into a puddle of absolutely nothing to escape Zayn's glare.

"He's hurt," Harry claimed, carefully setting Louis next to Niall, "have you two seen any clothing or anything?"

Niall spoke to Louis, "I told you that you shouldn't have gone." The blue eyed blonde looked up at Harry who stood far above him. Niall thought that he must have had some sort of giant gene to be so tall, that or it was steroids. "I haven't seen anything, but I'm sure you could find something closer to the plane."

Harry looked over toward the plane and then back at the boys. He had to admit he felt some sort of pity for Louis, out of the four of them, he was the one to be hurt. "Are one of you dip-shits going to come with me or do I have to do everything myself?" Harry asked Niall-who was playing with Louis' hair, trying to calm him down-and Zayn-who was too busy getting a cig out of his pocket to even look up at him. "Great," Harry mumbled to himself.

He took a few steps forward before Niall stopped him, "I'll go with you; you could use my expertise."

The other three couldn't help but laugh, "what 'expertise'?" Zayn questioned from where he sat. His legs were extended and he had a hand behind his back, his other bent to reach a cigarette between his lips. He exhaled, smoke escaping between his plump lips that Niall couldn't help but stare at, "what are you an expert in?"

"For your information," Niall spoke, sounding more professional than before, "I am an expert in survival skills." He put his hands on his hips and gave Zayn an I'm-totally-not-lying-believe-me-or-face-the-consequences look and Zayn raised his hands in surrender, "I don't wanna fight, bro; I'm trying to survive."

Harry shook his head at the childish behavior of these fools and interrupted their annoying bickering, "do you have something that would actually help the situation, blondie?"

Niall turned his attention to Harry, "well, first of all, I think we're going to have to avoid getting too close to the plane because sparks could fly and we could die."

Zayn rolled his eyes, "no duh, shit-head." He threw what remained of his cig onto the sand and laid down, taking the glasses from his shirt to place over his eyes. "How about you losers just go while I stay here with pretty boy and we talk about how amazing it is to be stuck on this island."

Harry glared at Zayn, not exactly liking his attitude. "Come on, blondie," he sopke to Niall, his eyes staring straight at Zayn even though he knew the guy's eyes were more than likely closed.

Niall stood and then he and Harry were off on their own adventure. Louis really hoped they'd come back in once piece, if they came back at all. They could just leave him there to die, but he had a feeling they wouldn't. After all, they were the only ones on this goddamn island and they'd have to work together to eventually get off it.

"He's a prick, you know?" Zayn spoke.

Louis turned his head, sand falling in his eye that he quickly brushed away, "who?"

"Mr. My-Curls-Are-What-Bring-All-The-Girls-And-Guys-To-The-Yard, you know, the hot shot, Mr. Big Guy-and I'm not talking about what you're thinking about. All the girls want him, all the guys want to be him, and I, well, I simply hate him," Zayn rambled, staring up at the sky, not a cloud in sight.

Louis stared at the sky too, finding it boring and plane much like his life. It's as if the empty sky was just a reminder of the life he's living; no clouds, no percipitaion, not much sunshine, just kind of there. "He doesn't seem that bad," Louis admitted.

Zayn looked at Louis, "Freshman year the kid stole my clothes from my locker by picking the lock as I was showering. The bastard ran away once I saw him and I was forced to approach Mrs. Lane wearing nothing but my birthday suit. If that doesn't classify him as King Cock I don't know what will."

Louis remembered that day. Everyone was talking about Zayn's incident: the guys were laughing after the matter, claiming that it was "totally awesome" and "absolutely hilarious" while the girls just felt pity for the guy. Louis just sat and observed like he normally did. He honestly felt bad for Zayn; no one should be forced to run across the gym with their bare ass on display. Louis could only imagine what that would have felt like to be so exposed in such a way. The thought made him cringe and wrap his arms over his stomach.

"I guess you could say he's the rule of all dicks, however, you gotta give the guy some credit for the nice things he's done," Louis stated. Even though the list wasn't long, Harry had done some really nice things. Louis had seen Harry carry books for some unlucky guy with crutches. Harry even paid for someone's lunch when they were short fifty cents. And Harry did offer to help him out, even though Louis didn't really need it.

"Why are you defending him? Wasn't he the guy that-"

"That doesn't matter. It was ages ago. Drop it," Louis interrupted.

"But wasn't-"

"Zayn, please. It doesn't even matter. No harm, no foul."

"It's just when everyone was talking about it; you seemed really upset. I thought you'd hate him after that," Zayn stated.

Louis let out a sigh, figuring Zayn would just keep talking and there was no way for him to stop the bloke from doing so. "He made such a dick move, how could you forgive him so easily?" Zayn asked and he seemed genuinely curious about the matter at hand.

Louis shrugged, not too sure himself, "we were young. He was stupid. It ended the way it did. Doesn't matter anymore anyways."

"If it doesn't matter then you should stop staring at him the way you do. someone, like myself, might suspect you possibly like the guy," Zayn said. He turned his attention back to the sky. He thought of it as a blank canvas waiting to be painted.

"Shut up before I finally decide to hit you in the balls," Louis said, closing his eyes. Maybe a nap would change how things are.

"Here comes King Cock now," Zayn told Louis. Louis sat up to see that Niall and Harry's adventure was successful and they even managed to pick someone up on the way back.

Harry threw the things down next to Louis' small frame and then sat down next to it. Louis just stared at Harry with this look and then Harry sighed, getting the unspoken point. "We found this hitch hiker trying to call for help. Didn't seem to workout."

Liam glared at Harry, "excuse me for not wanting to be trapped on this island."

"Join the party," Zayn mumbled.

Harry rolled his eyes at Zayn's comment, "look, I got some stuff that will actually help us out." Harry stuck a piece of grass between his lips as he sorted out the things he found. "You better be happy I was able to find some feminine products in a luggage case that was thrown from the plane."

Harry seemed to know what he was doing and that kind of surprised Louis. He had taken a woman's pad and faced the soft, blood absorbing side against the no-so-deadly-cut on Louis' calf and told  Louis to hold still as 'the magician works his magic'. Harry ripped an old white t-shirt he managed to find and used it to wrap around Louis' calf, holding the pad in place.

"Wow, that's actually kind of genius," Louis praised. He never knew that Harry could be so innovative.

"I know a thing or two about a thing or two," Harry replied, "it should stop it from bleeding, but you'll just have to live with the pain for a while. I don't have any drugs to give you to make it better, sorry."

"Unless," Liam spoke up, "Mr. Smokey over there has some weed on him. It could relax Louis and get his mind off of the pain, too."

Zayn sat up, his hands behind his back, "even if I had weed I wouldn't share it with you, not even if one of you are dying. I work my ass off to buy that shit. Besides, they wouldn't have let me on the plane if I had any."

All of the other guys looked at each other, knowing very well Zayn would do anything to take some weed with him. None of them wanted to anger the bear who was already really annoyed with their presences. They all stared back at Zayn, not saying anything.

"Alright, okay, so maybe I have a small bag of weed, but it was only supposed to last me ten days," Zayn admitted.

"Great. Where is it?" Harry questioned, reaching out his hand for Zayn to give it to him.

"Ha, not here if that's what you're thinking. You can pat me down, Curly, but you aren't gonna find anything but cigs, a lighter and lint," Zayn answered.

Harry closed his eyes, not wanting to yell, "I guess I'll go find that too." With his final words Harry was walking back toward the plane, Zayn quickly getting up to follow him since there were some things in his bag no body would have the privilege of seeing. 

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Interesting fact, all the pictures are ones I have taken. Look at how pretty they are! I'm so proud. :')