stranded with one direction. ➳ horan.

Chapter Eighteen.

Peyton's POV

Well this was never something I expected. Having a heart-to-heart with Harry. It was just weird talking to him, about something so personal. I couldn't remember the last time I opened up to someone, anyone really. Then again, I was always a loner. I just did better on my own, no one was ever needed.

He was trying to get me to go back with him; I knew he was trying his hardest. I knew I was stubborn, and the fact that they were chasing me around this island, must not have been very entertaining. But I just didn't think I could go back and confess everything. I mean, it was no longer easy for me to just open up about my true feelings. I was just to use faking a smile, because the people I knew would never care for how I was truly feeling. 

I took a breath, about to speak the words that are going to hurt.

"I'm sorry Harry. I just can't go back. It's not in my nature anymore. It's all fine and good that Niall loves me, and that I love him back, but in all honesty where is that going to get us? We have two very different lives, but we are just two different puzzle pieces that won't fit together. We belong to the same puzzle, but we just don't connect to make the pretty picture." I said, with a heavy sigh.

Wow, that was interesting. And a really awkward metaphor, but it fit us perfectly. That was how we were. We were together, in the world, but we would never be able to touch, to something that could ever complete the other.

Even if I never found out that the first plane crash was fake, we never would have been able to survive, for multiple reasons. I mean, I was just me and he was an international pop star. I was not saying that the traveling or anything would break us, but as I have said before, we just come from two different worlds. But the fans would be a problem as well. We all knew how possessive the fans got. Plus, management would break us up so the boys wouldn’t lose any fans. God forbid they lose a few because these boys are actually happy.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when a figured started walking towards me. I forgot it was Harry for a moment, but I quickly remembered. I looked at his face and he held a mischievous grin.

“Harry, what are you doing?” I asked, very cautiously, taking slow steps backwards.

“I’m doing what I should have done when I found you.” He said, he was dangerously close, and I would be lying if I said I was a bit intimidated and scared.

The next thing I knew, Harry was standing right in front of me, with my back pressed up against a root, I had no where to run. I was freaking out on the inside, but I tried my hardest to not show it. Dominant people feed on fear.

“I’m not going to hurt you, you really should relax.” He said, putting his arms around my waist.

This caused me to tense up. What was he doing? Didn’t he say we were like brother and sister?

And in one quick swoop, I was thrown over his shoulder.  “Harry Edward Styles. Put me down!” I started kicking my legs, moving them so I could hit him in the face, but missed completely.

“Love, will you stop squirming? I don’t want to drop you.” He said, chuckling a bit, like it was all a joke.

Oh no, it was not a joke. He was being an ass, but then a thought occurred to me.

“Hey Harry?” I asked.

“Yes Pey?” He asked back.

“How do you plan on getting out of here?” I asked, wearing a smug smile.

“Well, I’m going to- Shit!“ He came to the same conclusion I did.

You can barely crawl through these roots with both hands, and strength, how is he going to do this with me on his shoulder?