One Direction Stranded

Liam, a boy from One Direction, gets stranded on an island with the rest of the band. They are there all alone, with no help, away from there careers and families. They have nothing, and have to find their own food. Will they survive? Will Liam go mad? Favorite and read for lots of new chapters! Oh, and btw, this story has cuss words and may have inappropriate scenes.


3. Hunting and Building. Trying not to fall.

"Ok," said Harry, standing up with the rest of us. "Liam and Zayn, you go out to shore to get fish and edible stuff. Louis, Niall and I will go into the woods to find berries and all that."

Zayn and I hurried over to the tide, eager for something to eat. "Hey..." Zayn said, stopping. 

"Yes?" I said, stopping too. 

Zayn looked at the crashed boat, which was now on it's side. Most of it was in the water. "There's food in the ship. Maybe we can-"

I cut him off, because well, if we tried to get food from the ship: 1. it would be wet. 2. we can't hold our breath for that long. "No, Zayn. You can't go out there. You'll loose oxygen!" I rolled up my trousers and stepped into the tide. It was so so SO cold!!

"Dammit," Zayn whispered under his breath. He stepped into the tide along with me, trousers still down to his ankles.

I tried to stay on the bright side. "Whoever can catch a fish first wins," I say, laughing.

"Whoever doesn't catch it first gets a wedgie," Zayn laughs, scanning the area for fish. 

I stand there, not amused. "Really? A wedgie?" I sigh and shake my head, but inside I'm picturing me giving a huge wedgie to Zayn.

"Go!" said Zayn. I guess we had to catch the fish with our bare hands. That was definitely not living the life of a star singer. I tiptoed across the water, hoping I wouldn't scare away the fish. I saw a glistening of something silver. Looked like scales. It was moving. I smiled and slowly made my way over to it, stretching my arms out, bending down. 

"I saw it first!" I head Zayn yell. I looked down. The silver was still there. 

"What!?" I said. But it was too late. Zayn jumped up into the air and like, tackled the silver thing (the thing that looked like scales).

His whole body smashed into the water, he was doing a belly flop like stance, and he circled one arm around the glinting silver.

I sighed and laughed as he stole my fish. I looked towards the woods, wondering how the others were doing.

"Fuck!" I heard Zayn screech. I whipped my head back. 


Zayn was grinding his teeth and clutching his arm with his hand. He was on his knees, buckling down. "Not..." his voice cracked in pain. "Not a fish."

"Zayn, let me help you," I said. As I helped him up, I looked back at the mysterious shining object. It was a piercing sharp piece of metal wedged into the ground.

We finally reached the sand and I sat Zayn down on a log. "Take your hand off," I whispered. Zayn obeyed, tears streaming down his face. His hand was stained with blood and the wound was worse. I tried not to flinch at the sight of it. It was a deep gash, and blood was trickling out. I swear I saw bone. 

Zayn put his hand back and fell onto the floor, crying. That was unusual for Zayn. 

I stood up and yelled "Harry! Louis! Niall!"

Sitting back down, I took a tissue out of my back pocket. That's all I really had. I removed Zayn's hand again and put it on the wound. Zayn yelled "Shit!! It bu-u-u-urns!" He messed up on words as the wailed.

A few minutes later the rest of the boys came out. "Oh my god!" Louis yelled as he saw Zayn's arm. The blood was dripping into his clothes. 

"We need to stop the bleeding!" Harry said

Niall was on it. He ripped off Zayn's shirt and wrapped it around Zayn's arm.

"Th-thank you," Zayn muttered. 

"Ok," I said, hearing my stomach growl. "Any luck with food?"

Everyone shook their heads.

I knew for a fact everyone was giving up...

At that rate we surely won't survive.

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