stranded with one direction. ➳ horan.

Chapter Eleven.

Peyton's POV

The stupid paparazzi just had to follow me home. All I wanted to do was move on from what happened today, but I wouldn’t be able to until I answered whatever questions the fricken paparazzi had for me. I mumbled a few curse words as I got out of bed and stomped down the stairs.  I may have been in my pajamas, with my hair in a bun, but at this point I didn't care.  I just wanted these damn reporters gone, so I could move on with my life.

I walked to the door, took a deep breath, and opened it. I was blinded with flashing lights and a million questions were being thrown at me.  I didn't know how celebrities did this.  I held up my hands, gesturing to the reporters to calm down.

"Now, I will not answer your questions directly, but I will give a general statement.  Nothing more, nothing less." I said, sternly and without a hint of emotion.  The reporters nodded in anticipation.

Well here goes nothing. "First, I met the boys randomly and somehow I got offered a trip to London for the summer. Obviously I was not going to refuse.  Unfortunately, we never made it there because... Well, for the obvious reason.  Now I will also clear up the rumors.  I am not dating any of the boys.  Nothing happened on the island, except for us trying to survive.  That's it.  But I will also state that the boys I met on the island were not the boys everyone is obsessed with.  I was with five normal teenagers, not these celebrity robots that everyone thinks they are.  These normal teenage boys actually have the ability to feel all sorts of emotions.  And this may come as a shock to you, but they actually have brains inside their head.  They are not incompetent.  They can make decisions for themselves.  Just, please remember that.  That is all I have to say.  Take your report and get off my property.  I don't want to see any more reporters about this, or anything else that happens to me ever again.  Enjoy your night." I said, walking quickly back into my house and slamming the door the shut.  I hoped that would be enough to calm their hunger.

Harry's POV

Peyton was beyond pissed at us, and the likeliness of her ever forgiving us seemed very slim. All of us kept pushing him to remind Pey how he really felt towards her, but he just shrugged it off.  He should have known that you never give up on the girl.

When we got back to airport, Peyton was escorted quickly away from the copter, never looking back.  We were left with the silence, and our guilt.  But of course, we all had to put on brave faces and happy smiles to hide everything.  God, what a mess we got ourselves into.  We were also taken into the airport, but through the terminal, where we would be at easy access for the paps to fire off their ridiculous questions.

After a half hour of answering the same question over and over again, we were finally allowed to leave and go to the hotel that was connected to the airport.  They gave the five of us two rooms to split.  Louis, Niall, and I in one, while Liam and Zayn got the other.  Louis declared that he was going to take a shower first and neither Niall nor I cared.

"Mate, why didn't you tell Pey how you really felt?" I asked.

"Because she had already made the determination that I didn't love her or anything, so what was the point in fighting?" He said, getting angry.

"Niall, you always fight for the girl.  Always.  Never let her or anyone else stop you from showing how you really feel."

"But-" Niall didn't have time to finish because Liam came bursting through the door. "Guys, turn on channel three."

"Liam, what are you talking about?" I asked, utterly confused.

"Just turn on channel three." He said, more sternly this time. Niall got the remote and turned it on.

We watched in pure shock at what Peyton was saying.  She denied Niton, yes Niton was Niall and Peyton's shipping name. When I turned to face Niall, he looked distraught. She also stood up for us.  She made it clear that we were just humans and we had feelings and things got to us.  I was going to assume that her mentioning that we have brains and can think for ourselves was directed towards management. I turned to look back at Niall after she ran back into her house, but he wasn't there.

Niall's POV

Guilt started to flood every nerve fiber I had within my body. I shouldn't have let her get off that plane unless our hands were intertwined.  When she came on the tele, I was so excited.  She looked amazing being herself in a baggy tee, shorts, and her hair in a bun.  There was the slight evidence that she was crying.  I wonder why because she wanted to forget that the whole trip ever happened. When she denied the fact that we ever dated crushed me though.  I couldn't stand to be in the room any longer.

After a few minutes, I heard Louis walk into the sitting area and asked what was going on.  I heard Harry and Liam explain everything.  I guess she also defended us.  Maybe she does care about us?

I was quickly taken out of my thoughts when I heard the door open.  I slowly turned my head around to see Zayn standing in the doorway.

"I'm not going to ask the stupid question of are you okay because we both know the answer to that.  But do you want to talk?" He asked, walking towards the bed I was sitting on and taking a seat next to me.

"I don’t know mate. I do know that I feel horrible. I just want her to know that the feelings I have for her are real, that while we may have planned out to be stranded, I never planned on falling for her.  It just kind of happened, you know?" I asked, my eyes big, asking for some sort of understanding from him.  He looked back at me, puzzled for a moment.

"Ni, you're such an idiot.  If you really want to tell her how you feel, go find her, and tell her.  It's not that hard to do." He said, calmly, but adding some force so I know he was serious.

"But, we leave tomorrow.  How am I going to back in there and back in time?"  I asked.  I knew I could make it back in time, but I don't want to wake her if she's sleeping from everything I put her through.

"Besides, she doesn't want to see me, us.  She made that perfectly clear on the helicopter and when she got off, without a single glance back.  Plus, she denied her and I on the tele.  She clearly wants nothing to do with us."

"Mate, she was just hurt.  Harry and Liam both confirmed that they heard the hurt that was in her voice.  I'm sure if we go back, apologize and you spill your heart out to her, everything will be fine.  Now come on.  Go whip up some leprechaun luck and let's go." Zayn said, amusement in the last part. I chuckled to myself and got up with him.

 Peyton's POV

After the paparazzi came to my house, I decided that they probably would come back tomorrow and try to get more out of me.  But they could not ask questions if I wasn’t here. So after I went back inside, I ran up to my room and started packing.  If my parents could go on random vacations, then so could I.  I decided that I was going to do one of the things on my bucket list, see where I came from.  What better way to relax before clinical next year then to go on a tour of all five countries?  I wouldn't just hit the big tourist spots, but also see the countryside, and other things that seemed to be neglected.  I grabbed all the money I had, and took some money from parents. I would just lie and say I bought new clothes or something like that. As I yanked my front door open, I was quite taken back by the five bodies that stood before me.