Flight 1D Down.

Seven Days. We'd been on this island for seven days. On day three, we watched the last remnants of the airplane sink into the ocean with the rest of our hopes of getting home. That was also the day we were supposed to be leaving Pelican Cay. I couldn't help but wonder what happened when we didn't show up at the mediocre airport in Syracuse, New York. I mean, people would obviously be looking for the boys but what about Case, Cody and I? We didn't really have much besides our families and each other. The boys had millions of fans to think about and to be honest I would not be surprised if each of them hired their own personal search teams.

I sighed as I rolled over on the sandy beach to face an already awake Harry who was playing with my hair, "Can I help you?" He smiled before sitting up, abruptly. It was still dark out and I wondered if it was early morning or late night, "Harry, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, babe. Just feeling a bit homesick, 'sall." I nodded, feeling his pain, before opening my arms for him to enter. He cuddled up into my arms and I stroked his curls absentmindedly. He turned so he was laying across my criss-crossed legs and I leaned back on my palms, looking at the bright moon, "Want to talk about it?" I asked the curly haired boy. He shrugged slightly and his lips formed a tight line, "After this whole vacation thing was done with, we were set to go home. Not our London home, but home home. With my Mum and Gemma and Joe. I miss them a lot, especially now," he said sadly, avoiding my gaze, staring at the sky and lost in his own thoughts, "I remember my Mum saying that she had something planned for me when I got home." His voice cracked at the end of his sentence, trailing off. I watched as he brought a hand to his face and wiped under his eyes. I felt for him, I really did, seeing him like this made my heart hurt.

I didn't exactly know what to say, not quite able to relate. I could in some forms, what with being stuck on the island and missing my family too. But he had been away from his a lot longer than I had, just finishing up the world tour not too long ago. I had read about how close Harry and his mother were, and it must have really been affecting him. Clearly, it was.

Instead of saying anything, I just pulled him in closer, letting him know that I cared. I could sense that he was trying to hold in his tears, pulling the typical tough guy act. Resting my hand on his cheek, I gave him a serious look. "It's okay to cry, Harry," I told him, bracing myself for whatever his reaction would be. I was glad that he gave in, finally letting out all of his suppressed emotions from the past week, and possibly even longer. I cradled the boy against my chest, rocking him back and forth rhythmically. His sobs and dry heaving was quite loud, and I saw Louis start to stir beside us. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, looking around confused, as usual.

"What happened?" he mouthed, eyeing the sight before him. I just shook my head, letting him know that I had it all under control. He stared, unconvinced, obviously thinking that he could handle Harry's outbursts a lot better than I could, considering he had known him much longer. I waved him off and turned my attention back to the hysterical boy in my lap, seeing Louis shrug and fall back asleep within minutes.

After about a half an hour, he had finally cried himself into a deep slumber. I wasn't strong enough to lift him off of my lap, nor did I really want to. He looked so peaceful that I would have felt guilty for disturbing that. I just decided that I would watch the waves for the rest of the night, it wasn't that big of a deal. I had a lot on my mind anyways.

I started thinking about my family and how they'd react when we finally reunited, whenever that may be. I bet Lisa and Kimberly, my younger sisters would run up hug me, while happy tears fell down their faces. My mom would be clutching me with all of her strength saying something like, "I knew we'd find you." My step-father and older brother would be asking if the boys ever hurt me and if they needed to kick someones butt. I smiled at the thought of being with my family again. But I had to admit, I wasn't complaining about the situation I was in. It was every fan girl's dream come true.

I could imagine that Casey and Cody felt the same way, Casey more so than Cody. I couldn't help but notice that Casey was getting closer with Niall these past few days and I wondered what would happen between them in the future. It made think about what could have possibly changed her mind about Louis as she was crazy about him not even a week ago. But, whatever, she was fickle I guess. And Niall seemed to really like her, so whatever makes her happy.

Liam and Cody were a completely different story. They shared a connection that was obvious to all but the oblivious pair. I could have sworn I heard them talking the other night but was too groggy to make out the conversation. I knew that she was wary about being with him when he has Danielle, but I knew that Danielle had nothing on Cody, and I wasn'y just saying that because she's my best friend. I only hoped she was taking advantage of the situation like I was with Harry.

Harry and I, well, we just got along really well from the start. I wouldn't exactly call us an 'us' but we were definitely something more than just friends. We had hooked up a few more times since that first time on the second day here. Like I said, I'm just really taking advantage of the situation at hand. When God hands you Harry Styles and a deserted island, you make hot spicy sex in the middle of a forest.

I finally felt myself drift off to sleep but it felt like only minutes had passed before the sun had risen and we were awoken by Liam and Cody. It's funny how Cody was never a morning person before the island but I guess being stranded on one changes you a bit. "It's time to get up," Liam told us all as he stretched. I couldn't help but notice Cody watch as the hem of his shirt rose and a small bit of his stomach was exposed. I giggled at her obvious action waking Harry in the process. He opened his and looked up at me, smiling a sad smile. I could tell that he felt bad for keeping me up and making me sleep in the position that I had.

"Will someone come with me to get some more coconuts?" Cody asked us, eyeing me nervously. I said I would and shoved Harry off of me quickly, sensing the urgency in her normally calm voice. I think Liam noticed too because he shot Cody a nervous glance, which she avoided. I dashed after her retreating figure and we entered the overgrown woods. It felt different walking in with Cody as normally I'd be coming with Harry. Ba dum tss.

"Will you tell me what's wrong?" I asked her as I fought my way through the weeds and trees. She looked back nervously, as if she was making sure that we were putting enough space between ourselves in the others. She looked at me, her cheeks flushing red in embarassment as she turned around, "Evelyn, can you check out my ass, please?" I blinked and stared at her, flatly. She was joking, right? "Did you seriously just drag me into the woods to ask me to check out your ass? I thought you were going to tell me that you had an STD or something." She gave me a dry look and rolled her eyes, "Because there's a long list of guys I've slept with. I'm a virgin, Evelyn! God! You know this!" I laughed loudly at her outburst, "So? You can still get an STD from messing around." She turned around again and pointed to her ass, "Please just tell me if there's something on me?" She asked. I took a look at her ass and noticed nothing besides that she had changed into a pair of jean shorts. "I see nothing but your ass. Now what is this all about?" I crossed my arms over my chest and tapped my foot, slightly annoyed at her antics. She had a tendency to be a freak. She sighed and looked at her feet, "Well, I'm just paranoid that I'm getting my period and I don't want the boys to be grossed out if I have bloody shorts," she told me in a small voice. It made sense because even though she would never admit it, she was very self-conscious. "Nope, you're good."

She smiled at my words, relief flooding her face. "Thank God." I nodded my head, freezing when a thought came to mind, "How long have we been on the island?" I asked frantically, although I already knew the answer. I needed Cody to confirm it for me. "Seven days, why?"

I counted off the days in my head. We had arrived on the island on the sixteenth and today was now the twenty-third. What day had it been that me and Harry had hooked up? The seventeenth, was it? I slowly felt the panic sink into my veins, feeling the blood drain from my face.

"What's wrong?" Cody asked, placing a hand on my forearm nervously. I didn't move, I didn't even speak. There was no way. Then again, I had pretty shitty luck, I was on a deserted island, wasn't I?

Never in my entire pubescent years had my period been late. Not once. It came on the twentieth of every month without fail. But now here it was, or well, wasn't, three days late. It doesn't help calm my nerves with knowing the fact that Harry and I had hooked up more than once without any form of protection, making the chances a hell of a lot more likely.

I tried thinking back to health class, doing my best to recall what my teacher had said about ovulation. I slightly recalled her saying that the week leading up to your period was when you were the most fertile. God, I hated that word. Fertile, ew, "Evelyn, you're whiter than Casey, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Cody was shaking my arm and snapping her fingers in front of my blank face, forcing me out of my trance. I stared at her wide-eyed and scared out of my mind.

"My periods late, Cody," I whispered, barely audible, "My fucking period is fucking late, god-fucking-damnit!" I shrieked, collapsing in on myself, clutching my knees to my chest. Fuck you, Harry Styles. Fuck you and your fertile sperm. I watched Cody's eyes widen in shock, slapping her hands over her gaping mouth. She shook her head in disbelief, "That's not funny," she mumbled against her hand. I glared at her.

"I'm not fucking joking," I snapped, tugging on my hair. This was not happening. There was a beat of silence between the two of us as we took in the situation. Suddenly, she cleared her throat and straightened up, placing her hands on her hips.

"Well, think of the bright side," she began, "At least you'll be able to say that Harry Styles knocked you up," she flashed me a smile that was supposed to make me laugh, but instead made me want to drown her in the Caribbean. She frowned at my unamused expression and pulled me off of the forest floor. I fought against her surprising strength, "No, leave me to die." She yanked on my arm anyways, despite my pleas.

"Come on, Ev, nothing's set in stone. It takes at least a little more than a week to know for sure. So for now, don't panic." She advised, succeeding in pulling me to my feet. I brushed off the back of my shorts and nodded, realizing that she was right, and I was just jumping to conclusions. Extremely accurate and possible conclusions.

"You're right," I amended, wrapping my arms around her neck in a thankful hug, "Let's just keep this between us for now, alright?" I asked, pulling away from her.

"Of course," she smiled, "But you are going to tell Harry, right?" Her eyes became serious as she looked up at me. I bit my lip and stared down at my feet. I honestly didn't know. I knew if I was pregnant, I would have to eventually. That kind of thing was a bit hard to hide, especially when nine months down the road I'd be pushing his curly haired bastard out of my yin-yang.

"Come on, we should probably head back," I muttered, completely avoiding the question and turning on my heel. It wasn't something that I felt like dealing with at the moment.

When we returned, the group was busy at work building the hut we had discussed at last night's fire. Or at least, they were attempting to build it. Casey stood off to the side though, unsure about what she was supposed to do while the boys were stripped of their shirts and sweating. Liam was the most muscular out of the lot, and I could see Cody practically drooling at the sight of him holding up the log that they had dragged onto the beach. Harry was a close second, but I was already used to it. I listened as Louis griped about how Casey was just standing there when she could be helping. She rolled her eyes and said: "I don't want to screw anything up!"

I snorted at her comment, "From the looks of it, there isn't much to screw up," Louis huffed and helped Liam adjust the log. Harry looked up from whatever the fuck he was doing and grinned, waving in a goofy sort of fashion. Cody tore her shirt off of her body, revealing her pink and black leopard spotted bikini top, and tossed her shirt at me. I caught it in my hands and gave her an annoyed look. Don't throw your clothes at me, bitch, I'm not your maid.

"I'm going to help them before they end up killing themselves," she announced, pointing towards the incompetent idiots. I heard Liam shout at Harry to pay attention and grab the other log that was to be lined up against the other one. He ended up letting it slip out of his fingers and the entire creation came tumbling down. She sighed and smacked her palm against her forehead, "Morons," she muttered, jogging over to them. Liam's face was priceless; he looked as if he was well on his way to murdering my curly haired possible baby-daddy. I wondered idly if I would end up inheriting his money if he did die. Sometimes I wondered why I thought the things I did.

Cody placed a soothing hand on Liam's bare back, telling him with just her eyes to calm down. He relaxed almost instantly. What the hell was that? Some Ghandi meditation, world peace shit? I didn't know, but I did know that they needed to get over themselves and get together already. Seize the moment and whatnot. I sure did. I sat on the sand and I looked across the water, listening to commotion behind me. After about twenty minutes, I heard Harry call my name.

"Ev? Can you help me hold this piece of wood up?" he asked. I looked over my shoulder and saw him holding it above his head, only asking because everyone else had their hands full. Cody's eyes widened and she practically tripped over her own words.

"No! I'll do it!" she said, dropping the leaves that she had collected in the sand and rushing to Harry's aid.

"Why can't Evely-"

"Because I've got it, that's why," she finalized, taking the wood into her hands. I thanked her with my eyes and turned back to the ocean, hoping that I would be able to sleep on some leaves rather than the goddamn sand tonight. After all, someone in my condition deserved some fucking leaves.

My condition?

That was going to take some getting used to.