Stranded (Harry Styles Fan-Fic) {Completed}

Chapter Fifteen (The New Beginning)

Alright, everyone. This is the very last chapter of Stranded. I know that you might be a little angry at me for not writing more of this story, but there is also some good news at the moment.. If you guys would like me too, I will write a sequel to this story. The sequel would basically be about Harry and Daniella after they get home, and how their dealing with things.. Plus, it would have plenty of romance in it too. But anyways, if that's what you would like, leave a comment below and tell me if that's something you would want me to do! Okay, so I'm going to write this final chapter now, and just know that I love you all, and that I'm so thankful for all of you. Happy Thanksgiving. <3

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"Daniella! Daniella, we're home! We're home!" 

I slowly opened my eyes and saw Harry leaning over me, smiling as big as he was before falling asleep in this copter. I then shot up and held onto Harry tight, looking out the little window next to us. 

We hadn't landed yet, but we were arriving at the airport for some reason. The same airport where we had been the morning we crashed. Looking out the window, I saw that we were going to land on the roof of the building in the most open spot the pilot could find. 

When we finally did land, Harry and I both jumped out of the moving device and laid on the cold, hard ground. We didn't do it because we were crazy, but because we were home. We were finally home, and there was nowhere else on Earth that we would rather be. 

"I never thought concrete would feel this good to fall on." Harry laughed.

"Me neither." I agreed.

"What the- Will you two please get up off the ground? C'mon, your families are in the building waiting for you." The pilot, who I had decided to nickname Dumbo because of the size of his ears, scowled, looking down at us. 

"Are you serious?" I asked, jumping up.

"Their all here, right now!?" Harry asked, jumping up and joining me.

"Yes, they are all here. Now, there's going to be a ton of cameras and reporters and paparazzi down there too. I just want the two of you to keep walking towards your family. Don't answer any of their questions, and don't even look at them. Just keep walking towards your family. And don't leave each others side either.. Not that it's going to be hard for you two."

"Not at all." Harry said, smiling at me. He then took my hand and followed Dumbo down the tiny stair case that connected to the roof. When we were down the giant flight of stairs, the two of us spotted our families. 

My mother, who was standing right next to Harry's, was standing there with tears in her eyes as she held her face with her hands. Harry's mother was doing the same as she glanced at Harry. I nudged him in the ribs softly as the camera crews started to pile in. The two of us did exactly what Dumbo had told us to do, ignoring everything around us, staying close together, and not taking our eyes off our family. When we finally reached the two mothers, Harry let go of my hand and hugged his mother, who was now breaking down into tears.

"Daniella.." My mother said, her voice shaking. 

"Mom.." I said, feeling tears pour down my cheeks.

"I thought I lost you.." She said, now crying harder than I had ever seen her.

"No, you didn't. Look, mom, I'm right here. I'm right here, and I'm not leaving." I said, breaking down and bawling as I threw my arms around her and started to sob into her shoulder. 

I felt her arms wrap around me, and could hear the hard cries she was letting out. Her tears were starting to soak my t-shirt sleeve, but I didn't care, because I was home. I was here with my mother right now, and there is nothing that I would ever want to change about that. 

When the crying was starting to come to a close, a half hour had already past. A half hour of just Harry and I with our arms wrapped around our mothers, happy that we were finally reunited. My mother loosened her grip on me, letting me take a step back for a couple of minutes.

"I love you." She said to me, wiping the tears from her eyes.

"I love you too, mom." I said, doing the same.

I looked over at Harry who was wiping the tears away from his mothers eyes, and then doing the same with his. The camera crews were still there, video taping everything the four of us were doing, but I didn't care. We were finally home.

"How about we all go home.." Harry's mother suggested, looking over at all of the camera's.

"Sounds like a good idea," My mom sniffed. "If you would like, you could come over to our house. I'm making a special dinner just for Daniella. It could be a special dinner for Harry too."

"We would love that." Harry's mother smiled after looking at Harry who was nodding his head. "We'll see you there in about an hour."

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EPILOGUE:

That night, the two mothers had gotten along well. They found out about me and Harry's relationship, and loved even the idea of it. While they sat and talked, and got to know each other a little bit, they let Harry and I go out to the living room and hang out for a while.

We talked about everything.. About our hopes and dreams now that we were home, and about how long we hoped to last. Harry was even talking about wanting to marry me in the future. He says he's convinced that I'm the one, and that Daniella Styles would sound perfect on any name tag. I, of course, laughed and agreed with him because I really wouldn't mind marrying him eventually. 

But seems how we're still a little young for that, we just agreed on having a long lasting relationship. Even though relationships like that weren't planned like we have it, it was still nice to know that both of us felt the same way about each other, and that both of us wanted to stay together for quite a long time. 

Anyways, seems how we were home, we're going to go back to school, except we will be the only two kids in the classroom. It breaks my heart everytime I think about something like that.. All of my friends were gone, and as much as I want them back, it hurts me so much to know that there was nothing I could do to get them back. The only thing I can do is know that they are in a better place, and know that they are watching over me as we speak. 

Everyday I think about what it would be like if that crash never happened.. I would think about how much better life would be if the whole Senior class got to actually go on that field trip that we had been planning forever.. And then I remember that this experience has made me a stronger person. As much as I hate to think about things like this, I know in my heart that everyone who didn't make it is in a better place.. And maybe someday I will see everyone again.

Someday I will see everyone again. In my dreams, and in the amazing place above.