Until Your Last Breath

Peyton Grey was just an ordinary girl. Well, an ordinarily invisible girl. All through her primary and secondary school life, she was bullied, picked on, and shot down by every male body in the city of London, England. Her parents - split. Her friends - nonexistent. There is only one person in this whole world that can make her feel safe and at home, and that is her best friend, Harry. They've been attached at the hip for as long as they could remember, and whenever she's with him, she feels complete. He says he'll be here for her forever, but her world is flipped upside down after one simple event changes the course of history. Will they rekindle the love between them, or will the incident make them question, "Will you be here until my last breath?"

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1. Reality Sucks

Peyton's POV :
How many times had I walked into this school? Way too many to count. And how many times did I walk in feeling confident? Not one time. It was almost like I could feel the hostility engulf me the minute I stepped through the doors. Trudging through the halls, I was scrutinized by freshman whispering harsh comments about me to their friends. I survived the disgusted stares of countless senior boys watching me as I made my way to my locker. "Hey, Peyton!" I spun around to meet the gaze of a tall, skinny blonde girl, none other than Heather Dye. Let's just say, she's at the top of the food chain, while I was just her afternoon snack. I drilled my crystal eyes into her brown ones, "What do you want?" She moves closer, closing the distance between us in a few short moments. She smirked, "Oh, nothing. I just had to ask you a question." I shuddered, anticipating the horrific humiliation I was about to endure. "What, Heather," I asked, dreading her words. "I just wondered, why did your parents name you Peyton? I mean, I think the name Weyton fits you much better," she paused, observing my confused expression. She continued, "You know, because you weigh a ton." Her words stung, worse than I thought it would. Laughter erupted throughout the halls, fingers and camera phones pointed in my direction. Tears sprung to my eyes, but I bit my lip, willing myself not to cry. Among the students, I could make out a head of curls making its way to the front of the crowd. My heart beat eased a little, knowing my savior was on his way. Heather noticed a little too soon. "You think your little friend will be able to save you again? Not this time. You can't keep running away from the truth. Just face it. You're fat and ugly and no one will ever love you. Got it? Have a nice day," she said, the walked away, making it a point to bump my shoulder upon her exit. Harry rushed over to me, wrapping his arms around me and leading me away from the scene. Tears flooding my vision, Harry was my only form of navigation. We arrived at my locker and Harry let go of me, and I slid my back down the shiny metal, settling myself onto the cold, hard floor. I brought my knees to my face, and buried my eyes in the denim of my jeans. Harry sat himself next to me, rubbing comforting circles into my back. "Peyton, I'm sorry. You don't deserve any of that. What Heather does, it's not fair, and I'm sorry you have to put up with it." I lifted my head to look at him, tears beginning to form in his eyes too. I dried my face and stopped crying, knowing that continuing would only make Harry upset. I smiled at him, "It's alright, Haz. It's not your fault. Some people just don't know when enough is enough." He flashed his teeth at me, "I guess you're right, but it still sucks." I sighed, "Yeah, reality sucks."
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