stranded with one direction. ➳ horan.

Chapter Sixteen.

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It seems that another plane crash has happened and the tween heartthrobs known as One Direction are a part of this as well.  These boys were just rescued from another crash just two day ago.  These five cuties do not seem to have the best of luck when it comes to planes recently.  For all you Directioners out there, don't fear.  A search and rescue team has been issued and all efforts are going to find them and any survivors.  We will keep you posted with more details.

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Peyton's POV

I pushed myself off the floor and gasped for air. Another nightmare. Why did I keep having these? And why are they always about us? Niall and I, that is. I didn't even like him, I couldn't like him. He wasn’t good for me, well I felt he wasn't.

And then I remembered that I wasn't suppose to fall asleep last night.  I was just suppose to pretend and then make my mad dash for it and find another place to hide. Damn Niall for being so protective and warm and comforting and loving and what am I saying? Stop Peyton. Stop right now.  You need to hate him. Hate. Him. Got it? I internally scolded myself for having such wonderful thoughts of Niall.

"Peyton, are... are you okay?" Speaking of the devil.

His thick Irish accent filled my ears.  He had such a gruffly voice, probably from just waking up, and it sent a shiver down my spine. I took a quick glance at him and wish I never did.  He was still shirtless, his abs showing how defined they were.  His face was one filled with concern and worry, just like first time I saw him when I woke up last time.  

"Yeah, I'm fine Niall. Just go back to sleep." I said, trying to sound annoyed, but I was not entirely sure it was convincing.

"You sure Pey? You were squirming and crying out in your sleep again.  Plus you basically just jumped off the ground when you woke up." He said, with a lighter tone in his voice.

"I'm fine Niall." I said, a little more agitated, and I think it was more convincing, while I finally turned to face him. 

"Easy there killer. I was just asking." He started to say, with a slightly serious tone, but then lightened as he continued. "You just seemed so sad and everything. You were even calling out my name. I assumed you wanted me to help with whatever was going on." He finished, with a smirk on his face.

I would have smacked it right off if it weren’t for the fact that I forgot how to move. I... I called out his name? Oh dear Jesus. I was never going to live it down, no matter what. How could you be so stupid? You were suppose to suppress your feelings you dumb ass! I internally yelled at myself. My inner self was right though; I didn't even know what I said, so I couldn't even come up with a valid excuse.

"What. Um. What was I saying?" I asked shyly. Seriously? Me being shy wasn't going to help my situation much.

“You were saying how much you loved me and can't wait for me to take you back." He said, that sly smirk still on his face.

"I did not. You’re such a liar." I said, giggling a bit and hitting his chest with the back of my hand. He chuckled along with me.

"You're right, but you were pleading for me to do something." He said, turning a bit more serious.

"Oh, well yeah. We were being attacked by sharks and I panicked and wanted you to do something." I lied.

Wow, I couldn't believe how quickly I came up with that. I sat there and wore a proud smile on my face, well until Niall told me more of what I said.

"Really, the sharks were taking me from you? Because you were pleading for them not to take me from you. That they couldn't do that to you, to us." He said cockily, while raising an eyebrow.