stranded with one direction. ➳ horan.

Chapter Fifteen.

Peyton's POV

I watched as they guided him away. To torture him.  To torture me.  To torture us.  It wasn't fair.  It was my entire fault though.  I just couldn't stay away.  What do you expect though? I was in love with him.

I thrashed about, as one man held me back, one arm wrapped securely around my waist.  That was all it took.  I used all my might to get out of his grip, but he was too strong.  And I was just a weak little girl.  While I was trying to free myself, to run to him, I kept pleading to the men leading him away.

"No. No. Please, don't. I love him. I love him. Please" I kept pleading the same thing, over and over again

 I hoped that the men would feel sympathy and let us go.  So we can run into each other's arms.  His arms.  I always felt safe in them.

I was crying, and while I hated crying in front of people, I didn't care. I couldn't.  I couldn't let him go.  I don't know what I was crying at more though. The fact that the only person that I felt love towards was being taken from me or the fact that he didn't even look back. Not a single glance, not a shift of the head.  Nothing.  He just looked down at the ground that past beneath his feet.

They got to the door.  'Okay Pey.  If he looks back, he loves you. If he doesn't, than he never did.'  That's what I told myself in my head.  The men leading him away stopped to unlock it.  I anxiously waited to see what his next move was.  He started to lift his head.  There's hope. There's-

"Peyton. Peyton.  Peyton love.  Wake up. Wake up." Someone was calling to me.

Usually, I was a grumpy one when it came to waking up, but where ever I was, I felt safe.  Comforted.  Like the feeling I got when I thought about being in his arms.

I jumped up, shocked at what was before me.  There were the blue eyes I got lost in.  They held so much concern and worry.  His face was contorted with confusion.  I shift my head slightly to the left, and to the right, to see four more eyes looking at me.  Concern flooding each of their faces.

"Pey, are you alright? You were scaring me." Liam said, pulling me into his chest, hugging the dear life out of me.

"I- Was- But- Now- You're- Squeezing- All- The- Life- Out- Of- Me." I said, exaggerating a bit, but it got him to loosen his grip.  He didn't let me go though.  I rolled my eyes, and tried to push myself off of him, but he was too strong.

"I'm not letting go until you hug me back." Liam said, probably reading my mind.

"No, Liam.  Now let me go before I charge your ass for molestation." I said, trying to wriggle free.

"Pey, who are you going to tell? There's no police on the island and you're not reporting to us.  We don't care." I heard Zayn said. Again, I rolled my eyes.

"Well, boys, if she won't hug Liam back, I guess we'll all have to hug her. DOG PILE!" Louis said, then screamed the last part.

The next thing I know, I am laying on top of Liam, literally having my breath being squished out of my lungs by four boys.

"Boys... Dying... Hug Liam... Get off" is all I managed to get out, but the boys understood.

They all scrambled off and I wrapped my arms around Liam and when he let go, I jumped off.  I sat crisscrossed, arms crossed over my chest, an emotionless expression on my face.

"Aw, come on Pey.  I'm sure it wasn't that bad.  Do you want one from me too?" Harry said, crawling to me.

"God, no. I'm fine.  How did you even find me?"  I said disgusted.