The 'H' Factor

When the UK’s number one band, One Direction, members are chosen to fight against each other to the death to save their own friends and family they are broken apart causing many problems. Being best band mates themselves, they work together in a group to live, but secretly find themselves plotting against each other imagining their own winnings. Will they work it out as five winners? Or will they kill each other off, inching closer to a lifetime of fame, fortune, and guarantee of safety for themselves, friends and family?

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15. Chapter 15

Short filler chapter for you guys in case I don't have time to write and update later tonight. Sorry it's short!
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Chapter 15

*Violets POV*

The constant pounding in the right side of my upper temple had stopped to a minimum. My body was no longer hot nor cold, but a perfect temperature. My eyes hurt less from the vanishing head ache and the soreness of my body had reduced. I still felt utterly horrible, but more functional than I did yesterday.

I stirred slightly out of my sleep, hearing the sound of crackles. I fluttered my eyes apart and looked to the sound, seeing a topless Louis poking in a fire with a spear like stick.

Fire!

"How'd you make the fire!?" I bellowed over at Louis, excitedly.

He jumped and spun around quickly before noticing it was only me.

"Hey! You're awake." Louis chuckled. He had set the fire stick down and was looking directly at me while keeping his distance, He was twirling a small lighter in his hand, holding it out to me to answer my question.

"How are you feeling?" He asked me with a sympathetic frown.

I groaned for the first time and slowly sat up, hugging my knees. "A bit better," I looked down at my shoes and shook my head, adding, "Never mind. I'm not so well."

Louis snickered and half smiled, returning to tending the fire. "Last night I caught some fish for us three. Maybe some food will help?" I nodded hesitantly, considering I don't like fish but remembering that may be all we have.

I looked around as Louis gathered some very petite looking trout. I spotted Harry, as well missing a shirt, laying in the corner, his mouth half open and dark circles under his eyes. He was definitely sound asleep, laying on his stomach with his curls falling down onto his face.

I was about to ask what happened when Louis interrupted, "I'm sorry I attacked you." He avoided my eye contact and held the fish above the fire.

"Don't be," I reassured, "you didn't mean to. I forgive you." He turned around and weakly smiled before nodding and returning to the food.

There was an awkward silence until I decided to break it.

"He must be tired," I light heartedly commented, gesturing towards Harry's still body.

Louis sighed deeply, making my smile disappear, "He is," he confirmed, "He stayed up all night doing all he could to stop that nasty fever of yours."

I furrowed my eyebrows together and looked at his lifeless body, "Why wo-?" Louis cut me off, knowing what I was going to ask.

"He loves you a lot, Violet." He set the fish atop the fire, hanging by a stick and looked me dead in the eyes.

I gulped at his comment and searched his face for more. I knew Harry loved me, he told me all the time. And I loved him with all of me. But it took me aback coming from someone else, meaning the love connection between us was obvious.

Louis noticed my quietness and continued seriously, "You should have seen him. He was going mental. Absolutely insane trying to keep your fever down. He didn't sleep until he succeeded." Louis gestured over at Harry and lightly smiled at me.

I wasn't up for much conversation due to my mild head ache so I neglected asking why their shirts were sopping crumpled balls laying on the ground next to me, or the fact as to why Harry was so far away from me. I only nodded and leaned back, pulling what looked like a sleeping bag back over me and intensely watching Louis watch me.

"He loves you a lot." He repeated before turning away and marching over to the fire, flipping the uncooked fish.

"A LOT!" He teasingly yelled over at me, causing a slight giggle to escape my lips.

I smiled to myself widely.

He loved me.
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