When I'm yours

When Peyton and her best friend Greyson move from California to Holmes Chapel Chesire they discover their next door neighbors are Harry styles and Niall Horan from a popular uk boy band named One Direction. Soon Harry and Niall are deeply in love with her. Peyton also falls for both of the boys. Eventually Niall and Peyton enter a relationship. Their relationship is full of obstacles that lead to good and bad things. Peyton is caught with Harry multiple times. Peyton causes Harry and Niall to even fight fist to fist. Will she tear them apart? Or will things work out?


44. 5 boys, 1 hospital

I waited outside as hundreds of fans waited for the black bans to stop. The boys stepped out and the screaming girls got louder. I couldn't stand them at this second. The boys rushed on over to me and I lead them the way in after we checked in. Harry and Greyson greeted them with depression written all over their face. When the boys say the condition Niall was in they couldn't believe it. Zayn turned around and gave me a hug, as did Liam and Louis. I wanted one last hug from Niall. "What happened?" Liam asked while patting Niall's hand. The boys moved in closer while listening. "We were on the plane to the states and I, I dozed off," I took in a deep breath, "then when I woke up the plane was shaking and having malfunctions and the next thing I knew was we were on the ground in flames. And-," I broke to tears, continuing, " and I saw him lay there lifeless. I didn't have the strength but somehow I found it and I carried him to safety. And that was the last I remember." I buried my hands in my face. I felt l Liam move besides me and he patted me on my back. "Hey it's alright love." Zayn told me. "Don't worry he'll be fine. And if it wasn't for you, he wouldn't even be here." Louis said. I thought to myself. "If it wasn't for me, he wouldn't be in this coma." The boys stayed for a little longer but later left, and Greyson did too.

I buried my face in my hands. I didnt want to look at his lifeless body anymore. "Harry," he was the only one who stayed behind. He moved my hands and wiped my tears off my face. "What is it?" he gently caressed my hands. "I, I cant anymore." I fell to my knees. He bent down over me and patted me on the back, "Don't worry Peyton. I know hes strong and he will pull through. I believe in him. And you have to too." He was right. I was losing faith.

The next few months were harsh. After a week the hospital no longer let me stay the nights, but that wouldnt stop me. Everyday Harry, Greyson, occasionally the boys, and I would go visit him. And everyday we prayed. Each time it hurt more and more.

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