stranded with one direction. ➳ horan.

Chapter Twenty Seven. - The Final Chapter.

So my author's note is in the beginning this time. I'll try to make it quick. I am so sorry for taking over a month to update. See, I had a horrible case of writers block with Behind The Mask and I did not want to upload anything until that was done. Also, I didn't want to write this chapter. This story is my baby and it means so much to me. I want to thank you all so much for all your support. It means more than the world to me, honestly.

Secondly, there was mention of a sequel, and I am thinking of one happening. But it will not be until all my other fanfictions are completed, including ones that haven't started it yet. Plus I want to make sure this story line for the sequel will be good and not boring or unoriginal. But keep an eye out for my new fanfiction. It will be a Liam one (:

Also, this final chapter is dedicated to my best friend in the entire world, @LizmarielyVega. She is the only person who pushed me to keep writing. Without her, I would have given up on this story and all of my other ones. She is the best person in the world and I would be no where without her. Love you twinnie <3

Also, you may want to click the link on the side when the moment is right, or earlier if you prefer, whichever you want to do (:

I lied when I said this was going to be a short author's note. I'm sorry. I hope you like this update and I hope it will be long. It was seven pages on Microsoft Word, so it should be. As always...

Stay Sparkling (: xox.

Niall’s POV

Harry’s plan was brilliant, a bit over the top, but still romantically brilliant. He thought of the whole situation, except which song to sing and what I was to say to her. That was my only job. He wanted me to sing a song that was significant to our situation, and he figured only I would know that. I had heard of a song a bit of the way back before we left for the States. I was intrigued by the lyrics for some unknown reason at the time, but now I knew what that reason was.

I told them of the song, and not much to my surprise, they hadn’t heard of it. I was about to pull my phone from my pocket when I realized that it was lost at sea. I mentally sighed to myself before I started repeating the lyrics. They boys quite liked the song and agreed that it would be perfect. They told me to just sing the lyrics and they would work on backing me up.

The next step was finding rose petals, and at such large quantities, but we had nothing but our names to buy these petals. As normal as it is for taxi drivers, he “couldn’t help but overhear our problem” and was more than willing to help as long as we got him VIP tickets to one of our concerts for his daughter and her friends. We thought it was more than a generous offer for something so little, but we made a deal.

He brought us to a florist who gave us all the rose petals we could ever need with nothing in return. She wished me luck as she gave me a blank card. I graciously thanked her and doubled checked that she wanted nothing for this.

“No. I just want you to win her back. You are obviously in love with her. And clearly she needs this grand gesture to see it. I hope she does and I hope that love and faith are on your side. Please don’t ever give up on her.” She replied to my question.

A smile grew on my face at the fact that people could see how in love with Peyton I was. I just hoped she saw it too. I promised the florist I wouldn’t before I thanked her again and left.

Everything seemed to be turning out well, better than I imagined actually. But there was still that little voice in the back of my head that would constantly nag at me, telling me that Peyton would not return back to me as easily as I would like. I tried not to let that fear show, though it was increasing with every second that ticked by. It seemed to grow, like a snowball rolling down a snow-covered mountain.