stranded with one direction. ➳ horan.

Chapter Five.

Peyton's POV

My clock on the nightstand read two oh seven am. I just could not fall asleep. Well, with everything that happened to me today, it was understood. I met One Direction, had to play truth or dare, kissed Niall, spilled a part of my life story, and had them take me back to London with them.

I was a restless sleeper, to say the least, but I was even more so when I couldn't sleep.  I was squished in my bed. One slight move and my face would be connected with the floor.  For some reason I let the boys talk me into letting them squeeze on my bed.  I didn't know how, but we all managed to fit.  I opted to take the end because I would not be pleased with having to restrict my restless movements.  And my restlessness would cause someone to wake up with some bruises sprinkled over his body. Whenever I am asleep, my body does not care what is in its way.

I tried to roll over, so I was facing the boys, but Niall rolled over as well and pushed me off the bed.  When my body connected with the floor, a thud and an "umph" was created, but neither one was loud enough to wake the boys.  I got up, and when I looked at where I was laying just a moment ago, Niall occupied it. I shook my head as I grabbed my pillow, went over to my bubble chair, grabbed the lime green cushion, and made myself a makeshift bed on the floor at the foot of my bed.  Finally, I could stretch out. As I did so, I instantly found a comfortable spot to slowly drift into unconsciousness.

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I was woken up by an unpleasant feeling.  Someone was annoyingly poking at my cheek. I scrunched up my face and tried to bury it into my pillow.

"She's awake!" Louis exclaimed.  I rolled my eyes, but no one could see because my eyes were still closed and I was hiding my face in my pillow.

"Are you sure Louis?" I heard Harry ask.  I could almost hear the smirk that was on his face.

"No, do you have another way to wake her up?" I heard the playfulness in Louis' tone, but I was too tired to process it quick enough.  The next thing I knew was someone violently lifting me off the ground and threw me over his shoulder and started jogging around my room.

"Seriously? Are you really doing this Harry?" I asked, after I turned my head to see a mop of luscious brown curls.

"Are you up?" He asked, trying to be serious.

"No, of course not.  I just carry on conversations while I sleep." I said sarcastically.

"Oh, well then I'm just going to keep doing this until you wak-" Harry started to say, but was interupted by Liam.

"Harry, put the poor girl down.  It's bad enough she had to sleep on the floor, don't agitate her even more." He said it sternly, but not too harsh.

"Fine." Harry mumbled as he gently put me down.

"Thank you Liam. Now, I am going to go shower before we leave... What time are we leaving again?" I asked, going to my suitcase that had my clothes I was wearing on the plane on top of it.

"Uh, half hour." Liam said.

"A half hour?! Why did you wait so long to wake me up?" I asked, rushing around.

"Peyton, I wouldn't go in there." Louis called out, but it was too late.

I opened the bathroom door to find Niall. He must have just gotten out of the shower because his toned torso still had droplets of water on it and one of my white towels was hung low on his hips.  I stood in the doorway and took in the sight in front of me.  It was attractive to say the least. I didn't realize I was staring until I heard an awkward cough.  I peeled my eyes off of Niall's chest to look at his blue eyes, noticing a small smirk was on his lips.

"See something that interests you?" He asked, trying to be cheeky.

"Ehh, I've seen better. Now get out.  I have to shower because no one woke up in time." I said, pointing my finger out of the door.

"You don't want me in here while you shower?" He said flirtingly.  I shook my head and said a simple, "No."

"As you wish, my dear." Niall said, as he walked out of the bathroom.

I rolled my eyes as I shut and locked the door.  I think I took the quickest shower I ever could and quickly got out, dried off, and changed into my clothes.  It was a loose hot pink tank with a giant heart on it, dark wash shorts, grays flip flops, and a gray zip-up hoodie.   I quickly blow dried my hair, straightened my side bangs, and applied a light touch of foundation.

I looked at myself one last time in the mirror before stepping out.  The boys were playfully wrestling on the floor.  I rolled my eyes at their childish ways and cleared my throat. Nothing.  I cleared it again, but still got no reaction.

“You guys wake me up late, and when I'm finally ready, you are going to ignore me? Thanks boys.  I'll make sure that I will leave without you." I said, hoping this would draw their attention, and it did.

They all stop wrestling.  Louis pretends to be hurt and says, "You'd leave us behind?"  He gave a little pout too.  God, he is too cute.

"Nah, I would never do that.  Even if you weren't famous, I still wouldn't leave you behind." I said, sincerely.

I know what it's like to be left out, forgotten, so I never want anyone to feel that way.  "Yay!" He gave a little shout, running up to me and embracing me in a hug. He wrapped his arms around mine, so I couldn't hug back.

"Okay, well now that everything is settled, everyone ready to go?" Liam said, taking responsibility.

We all nodded our heads.  I walked over to my suitcase. I somehow managed to fit about two weeks worth of clothes into one suitcase, along with all my necessities.  I didn't need much, and I was not one of those girls who needed a new outfit for every day of the year.  The boys would have a washing machine and dryer, and I would just do laundry.  I also picked up my carry-on, which just contained my headphones, laptop, wallet, and Chap Stick.

We somehow managed to get everything into the trunk of my car. Liam sat in the passenger seat this time, while everyone else was in the back. Niall had made himself comfortable on Zayn's lap. Zayn had fun having Niall on his lap for an hour.

As soon as we hit the road, the radio started blasting. They were still playing stuff that we heard like eight months ago.  Glad You Came, which I had to laugh at, 50 Ways to Say Goodbye, Everybody Talks, Drive By, Whistle, Beauty and the Beat, songs like that.  

I was jumping around in my seat, "dancing" around to all the songs. The boys were nervous about me jumping in my seat while I was driving, but once they saw that I never faltered with my driving, they all relaxed.  As we got closer, Live While We're Young, started playing. I started jumping around in my seat even more, turned the volume up, and sung horribly to it, but I didn't care.

The boys were laughing at me, well probably at my horrible singing and on how excited I was.  Once that was over, we were basically at the airport.  Liam told me where to go, so I knew where to park and all that stuff.  We got our stuff out of the trunk and the boys put up their hoods and put their sunglasses on.  It must be tough for them to have to shield themselves from the world. They could never walk down a street again, for the fear that they would be mobbed.

We made it safely to the plane without being spotted. They all looked relieved and plopped down on their couch.  Their plane was nice.  It had two couches that were pushed up against each side of the plane.  There were seatbelts for taking off and landing inserted in the couches. There was a tiny kitchen towards the back of the plane, along with a restroom.  Another restroom was towards the front.  I took the only open seat, in between Harry and Zayn.  Once we were all situated, the pilot took off for my adventurous summer.