Scarlett Jones is a young, talented photographer, with a heart for everything that lives and a passion for capturing the perfect moment. She's delighted when she gets asked to do her magic in Australia. First time on a plane, and it goes horribly wrong. When she wakes up from the nightmare, she enters a new one. Will she survive? And what about those guys? Warning: sexual content and strong language.


9. Drifting off


I wanted her. No, I needed her. And not that romance-crap people were always talking about.
I needed her body on mine. I needed her hands in my hair and I needed her lips around my- alrighty Styles. Calm down.
I took a deep breath and continued eating the food Scarlett had prepared. Fuck, Scarlett. Somewhere, I wished she wouldn't be here. Then I wouldn't need her so damn much.
But the thought of her, lying in that plane, made me shudder. No, I was glad she was here.
I looked at her, silently eating her meal. And I wanted to hug her, to erase the thoughts I previously had about her not being here. I shook my head. How could I wish something like that?
Then, I realised I cared about her. Maybe, just maybe, I didn't only need her for her body, but also for something else. Her love?


It didn't matter how hard I tried. My mind kept going back to what happened to me that afternoon. I remembered the man whispering in my ear. I'm not going to hurt you.
No, he sure didn't... But who was he? And why did he do that? He only gave me pleasure. What was the point of that? Oh, wait. He said that wasn't the end of it. Shit... Not that I hadn't liked it, but it was kind of awkward. And he knew my name! Wait a second... If he knew my name; then he had to know me. I looked up and stared at all the guys again. It had to be one of them.
Only they knew my name. Unless the man followed us for days and heard someone calling my name... Fuck. I wasn't getting any closer. Liam smirked at me and I realised I had been staring at him for a couple of seconds. I rolled my eyes and felt my cheeks heating up while I stared at the food in front of me.
Bed. That's what I needed. A good night full of sleep.
So I got up from my place, gave the leftovers to Niall - 'Thanks, Scarlett!' - and made my way to the shelter. Lucky me, the fire wasn't close to the shelter, so I could barely hear the guys when they talked.
I sat down on my bed and took off the beach shawl, using it as a blanket. I closed my eyes and sighed deeply before I drifted off.

'Stop it.' The man whispered harshly, pushing me down on the ground and forcing me to sit on my hands and knees. I felt him pulling down my panties and heard him chuckle.
Such a familiar chuckle...
But then, I winced in pain. 'You want me to hit you again?' The man hissed in my ear. I shook my head. 'I didn't hear you.' He slapped me again, probably leaving a red mark on my buttock.
'Well?' The man whispered. I tried to speak, but I couldn't move my lips. They were sealed.
'Answer me.' Another slap. Tears were running down my cheeks. I still couldn't speak.
'You need punishment. Yes, you do.' The man whispered. He suddenly entered me with a groan. It felt like my whole body was ripped apart. 'Hm... you're tight.' I heard him groan. It was like he was talking inside my head. I tried to scream again and finally, my mouth opened up. I cried out and after a few seconds, I gasped for air. I felt something hit my cheek-

'Scarlett! Jesus.'
I breathed heavily, meeting two icy-blue eyes. 'What's wrong?' Niall asked worriedly. I looked behind him and saw the other guys, all standing in front of the shelter.
I coughed a little before answering. 'I... it was just a nightmare. I-I'm fine...'
'Are you sure?' Niall asked softly, brushing some hair out of my face.
'If she says she's fine, then she's fine, Niall.' I heard Harry say. His voice sounded irritated.
But Niall ignored him and smiled at me. I nodded. 'It's okay.' I replied.
He nodded and left the shelter. The guys all walked back to the fire and I sighed, staring at the ceiling of plants above me. I was afraid. Had the dream been a warning? Had it been some sort of prediction? Was that going to happen to me?
I turned to lie on my side and closed my eyes again. My heart raced when I heard footsteps coming closer. Was it the man? Should I scream? I thought.
'Hey.' I heard somebody whisper. I looked up and stared into these beautiful blue eyes again.
'I thought you might like some company. There isn't a better cure for nightmares.' Niall said, throwing his shoes and shirt off before lying down next to me.
I turned on my back and smiled a little. 'You are sweet.' I whispered. Niall replied with the brightest smile I had ever seen on him. We stared at each other for a few seconds before he moved closer.
'But you are sweeter.' He said. And with that, he kissed my cheek. I let out a soft giggle and turned back on my side, my back facing him.
'Now, let me sleep.' I whispered.
'No problem.' And he wrapped an arm around me, pulling me closer to his chest.
Feeling all cozy and safe, I once again drifted off. But this time; in a peaceful, dreamless sleep.

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