Hey guys! So I've got chapter 5 right here... Sorry it took soo long. Hope you like it. And by the way, can you guys plzz plzz plzzz review for me? I need to know if you guys like it or not. If you don't I'll stop writing but if you do then I might make this fanfic pretty long ; ) And if you have any suggestions for me feel free to tell me. Anyways, enough talking. Here's chapter 5!

Chapter 5:

Louis led us back to the group. He talked the whole way there. He told us how they were looking for us for so long and how Harry's leg was starting to look really bad.

It might be infected or something, I thought to myself. I wasn't a doctor but I knew a little about dressing wounds and cuts. Back in New York, when I was young, my parents, my sister, and I used to go on little hiking trips. I was a bit clumsy, so I fell a lot. My mother used to clean up my cuts, and one time I broke my arm and she took some ripped cloth and made it into a sling that I wore until we got back to the car.

I learned from my mother everything I know about medical stuff. She was a doctor, so obviously she knew what to do. I didn't really care for the medical field; I just knew what I needed to know for small cuts and scrapes and other stuff. I didn't exactly know what I wanted to do, actually, in terms of school. I was supposed to be in college, but I told my parents that I needed more time to think about what I wanted to do.

Louis' voice interrupted my thoughts. "Anna, do you know how to take care of a broken leg?" he asked.

"Maybe. I'm not sure. I'll have to look at it," I answered.

He nodded. "I hope Harry will be alright," he said, sounding genuinely worried.

"I'm sure he will. It'll just take time to heal," I assured Louis.

We walked a little more in silence. Then, Louis said, "When Niall and I looking around, we found a beach a few miles from the plane."

Me and Zayn stared at him. More beach. Which meant there was beach on both sides of this place. Which meant we were on an island. Without any boats.

"What?" Louis asked.

"We found a beach, too. And it was a big beach," Zayn said.

Louis' face fell. "Does that mean...?"

I nodded. He sighed. "Well, that's just great," he said, sarcastically. "We're going to be stuck here forever!"

"No, we won't Louis. Don't think like that," Zayn told him.

"Its not like you're not thinking it, too," Louis said.

"How's Jonah?" I asked, changing the subject.

"He keeps crying but I think he's just hungry. I'm hungry, too. How are we going get food? Oh my God, what if we starve to death! Or what if we're looking for food and a giant bear attacks us! Or what if..."

I sighed, tuning his voice out. Louis was a very talkative guy and sometimes it could probably be nice, but right now I was just tired and he was just making things depressing by talking about all the ways we could die.

I looked over at Zayn and saw him looking straight ahead, seemingly trying to tune Louis out like me. Looking at him, I noticed again how beautiful Zayn was. My eyes studied his face, his dark eyes, his nose, his lips. Then, I thought about how it would feel to kiss them.

Immediately, I snapped out of my daze. How could I think that? Sure, he was hot, but I barely knew the guy. Or any of the guys that I was stuck on this island with.

I stared in front of me, walking at a fast pace to keep up with Louis and Zayn. A few more minutes and we were walking back into clearing with our crashed plane.

"Zayn! Anna! You guys are ok!" Niall jumped up from his spot next to Harry under a tree. Liam looked up from where he was standing bouncing Jonah up and down, making him laugh.

"Hey, glad you guys are back. We were pretty worried," Liam said.

Harry nodded. I looked over at his leg. He had rolled the pant leg up so his knee, which had the most blood, was exposed. "How is it?" I asked.

"It hurts, but I guess its ok," he said.

I walked over to it to take a look. It was covered in blood so I couldn't really see much. "Where's the first-aid kit?" I asked.

Harry pointed to a pile of things, including some water bottles, some bags of chips, and what looked like boxes of plane food off to the side. I didn't remember bringing all of that out. "Liam went back on and got some supplies," Harry explained, seeing my confused expression. I nodded and got up to get the kit. I also grabbed a water bottle.

Walking back, I saw Louis sitting next to Harry. I smirked to myself. He really seemed to care about Harry. I crouched down next to his leg, setting the first-aid kit on the ground. I took out a gauze and poured some water onto it. Harry winced as I began to clean the dried blood off his leg. From the corner of my eye, I saw Louis flinch as if it was his leg that was broken.

Once his leg was clean, I saw a huge gash on his knee. I didn't exactly know what to do, so I just got a big roll of gauze and wrapped his knee with it. I finished and sat back on my haunches. I looked up at Harry.

"All done," I said.

He smiled. "Thank you, Anna."

"No problem," I said, smiling back. "So, who's next?"

After I finished cleaning up everyone's cuts and bruises, it was dark. My eyes were just adjusting to the darkness, when I heard my stomach grumble. Jonah, who I was holding in my arms, giggled, flashing his cute little dimples.

I looked down at him and smiled. I ran my hand through his short black hair. He was so adorable. He reminded me of my sister's kids back in Australia.

My sister.

She thinks that I'm in New York.

Maybe my parents called her and told I didn't come back. God. They're probably freaking.

My thoughts were interrupted when my stomach grumbled again. Ok, I was pretty hungry. I looked around at the boys. They were all sitting on the ground next to Harry, talking to each other, but I couldn't hear what they were saying. I could barely see anything.

"Any of you guys know how to start a fire?" I called. They all looked up.

"No..." they said.

"Does anyone have a lighter?"

"I think I might have one," Zayn said. He stuck a hand in his pocket and felt around. He came up with a black lighter. He handed it over to me.

"Can you guys like, get some wood and stuff?" I asked.

They all nodded. "Oh, and make sure they're kind of dry," I added. They walked off, leaving Harry, Jonah, and I next the crashed plane.

I walked over to the tree Harry was sitting under and sat down next to him, balancing Jonah in my arms.

"So, you like babies," Harry said. It wasn't exactly a question, more like a statement.

"Yeah, I guess. My sister has two kids, a boy and a girl, and I take care of them sometimes." I paused, "Used to take care of them. Now we're stuck on this island..." My voice trailed off.

"What are their names? Your sister's kids?" he asked.

"Abby and Trevor. They're the sweetest kids. I miss them." I sighed.

"Yeah. You know, our stylist has a baby. Her name's Lux. She's the most adorable baby in the world," Harry said.

"How old is she?"

"She's going to be one in a few months," he said. "I hope we get back in time for her birthday. How old are Abby and Trevor?"

"Abby's three and Trevor's five," I said.

He nodded. He was about to say something else but they guys came back, carrying a bunch of wood. They all dumped it in a pile by our tree.

I handed Jonah to Zayn, who started bouncing him up and down, and tried to light a stick on fire. It took a few tries, but finally the stick caught fire and I placed it in the pile.

Soon enough, we had ourselves a small fire. We all sat around it, Jonah in Zayn's lap. All was peaceful, until Jonah started crying all of a sudden. Zayn started shushing him. "I think he's hungry," Harry said.

"So am I, but I'm not crying," Niall said with his Irish accent. I smirked.

"We have some plane food, don't we?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'll get it," Liam said, standing up. He walked over to the pile of plane stuff, grabbed a few things, and walked back. He handed us all sandwiches in clear plastic boxes. He also put a bottle of water on the ground for us to share.

"What about Jonah? Doesn't he need, like, baby food or something?" Louis asked.

I nodded. "Is there any in the bag?" I asked.

"I'll go check," Liam volunteered, standing up again. He got the baby bag and walked back. He dropped it on the ground and sat down again.

I grabbed the bag and opened it. There was milk in a baby bottle, some diapers, a blanket, and some mushed up stuff. It wasn't a lot but Jonah had to eat.

I pulled out the baby mush, pulled Jonah onto my lap, and started to feed him. He didn't look like he was enjoying it, though, and he kept pushing my hand away.

I sighed, frustrated. "Jonah, you have to eat," I said, finally getting the plastic spoon into his mouth. I scooped out some more and was about to put it in his mouth, when, all of a sudden, he threw up all over me.

I jumped. "Eww!" I exclaimed. Looking down at Jonah, I saw him smiling. He enjoyed vomiting on me.

"Jonah, that is not funny!" I scolded him. I heard the boys snickering around me. My head popped up.

"Not funny!" I repeated. They seemed to get the point and quieted down, although Niall and Louis were still giggling quietly.

I rolled my eyes and searched through the baby bag for some tissues. I found a couple and grabbed them. I dabbed at the baby puke on my blue shirt. If there was anything I hated about babies, it would definitely be the throw up. I was great with babies and I loved them but I couldn't stand vomit.

"Here, how about you wet the tissue," Zayn suggested, handing me a water bottle. I took it and dampened the tissue. Then, I began to dabbed at my shirt again.

It took me a couple minutes, but I finally got the puke off. I sighed and dropped the tissue on the ground. My whole shirt was soaked. That, plus some dried blood that was from either my head or Harry's leg and some rips made me look like a hobo.

"Are you going to eat that?" Niall, who was sitting on my other side, asked, pointing to my half-eaten sandwich.

"Uh, no, I guess not. You can have it, if you want it." I passed it to him and he gobbled the whole thing down in two seconds. I sat back, staring into the dying fire. I took a long stick and pushed around some pieces of wood, making the fire a little bigger.

I let my mind wander off again to the beautiful, black-haired boy sitting beside me. I leaned my head back against the tree behind me and closed my eyes.

Then, all of a sudden, I heard a helicopter flying over head. My eyes popped open. Was that our rescue party?

Yeah I know, cliff hanger, omg. Alright I know these first few chapters are pretty boring but I promise it will get more interesting later on, hence the cliff hanger. Anyway, review, pleeaasee. Byee : )