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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18. 1 Step Forward, 3 Steps Back

Peyton's POV:
I jumped in my car and sped the whole way home. Yanking my eyes out of the ignition, I raced up my stairs and into my room, slamming the door behind me. I tangled myself in my bed sheets, crying my eyes out into my pillows.
Maybe twenty minutes later, I heard footsteps approaching my bedroom door. "Liam, if it's you, don't bother. Just get out!" The noise did not recede. The anonymous person knocked on my door, and I threw the covers off of me, tears still streaming down my face. I ripped the door open, "Liam, I said get out!" But to my surprise, it was not Liam standing at my door. It was Harry.
"Harry, what are you-" He didn't let me finish. "Peyton, don't talk, just listen. Ok?" I nodded. He took a deep breath, then looked straight into my eyes. "Have you ever wanted something so bad, it hurt?" I nodded. "And I don't mean it hurt you emotionally. I mean, you could feel actual physical pain. Have you ever experienced that?" I nodded, noticing his eyes beginning to gloss over.
"When I was a little boy, I thought that I would never find someone to love me. I thought that there was no one out there who would accept me for me. And-and then I met you, Peyton, and... I knew that where ever life took me, I'd always have a home. With you," he choked on his last words, tears beginning to fall from his beautiful green eyes.
"When I had to say goodbye to you before the X-Factor, I thought it would be the last time I would ever see you. That tore me apart. The only thing that kept me going, was the fact that even though you weren't with me, I could still call you mine. But I ruined that when I let my wants get the best of me. Breaking up with you - I regret that decision every single day of my life." At this point, I was just listening to him go on and on. I could tell that he was in pain, and he really needed to just let it all out.
"Last month, when I saw you with Liam, I literally felt like I had been punched in the stomach. I kept trying to tell myself that I didn't have feelings for you anymore, but my heart was saying another thing. I didn't say anything then, because I made a promise to myself that I wouldn't come in between your and his relationship. But what just happened... I want you to know that I will never let that happen again. Because even though I've screwed up so many times in my life, the one thing I didn't screw up," he trailed off, piercing his deep green eyes into me.
I shook my head, understanding the point he was trying to make. "Harry, I don't want you to say it. Because I know you don't mean it. I know how you feel, because I feel the same way, but it's not true feelings. Let's just save both of us the heartbreak and-" he stopped me by smashing his lips onto mine. His hands traveled from my neck to my waist, closing the space between us. I kissed him back, our lips molding to one another. I slid my arms around his neck as he broke the kiss.
We were both gasping for air, still inches from each others faces. "I love you," we said in unison. I smiled at him, pulling him in for another long, passionate kiss. We stayed like this for a while, without anyone pulling away. Maybe twenty minutes later, his phone rang, and he went outside to talk.

Harry's POV:
I groaned, "I'm sorry, Peyt. I have to take this. I'll be right back." She nodded, and I exited her house to take my call on her porch steps. "Hello?" "Harry, are you out of your mind?" I scrunched up my face, "Who is this?" The person on the other end sighed, "It's Taylor. What were you thinking, going out and spending time with another girl like that while we're in a relationship?" I dragged my hand down my face, "Taylor, didn't we already have this discussion? We are not actually dating! It's just for publicity. That week we just spent in Italy-sure, it was fun-but it's only for show."
"That's not the point, Harry," she was almost screaming now, "What you failed to realize, is now that all these pictures of you and her are showing up, we now have millions of people questioning our relationship. None the less, all those people are looking at you as nothing but a liar. That's going to affect not only you, but the entire band. Did you think about that?"
I hadn't thought about paparazzi that could've been watching, or else I definitely wouldn't have done it. "Dammit, I'm so sorry. I wasn't thinking at all," was all I could say. I was beside myself. "You're still not getting it! It's not me, or our management, or even the rest of your band mates that want an apology! It's the fans, Harry. How do you think they're going to react to this?" My eyes went wide, she was right. Now, the kids that looked up to me would think I was a cheater. The fans will be ashamed of me. I've disappointed them.

Peyton's POV:
Harry had already been on the phone for ten minutes, and I suspected he would be a while longer. To pass the time, I grabbed my iPhone, and opened the twitter app, astounded at what I was seeing. I had over one thousand mentions—one in particular stood out.'Thank god for @Peyton_Grey . All this Haylor stuff was really getting old.' My eyebrows bushed together, "What the hell is a 'Haylor'?" Noticing how many people had said something about a trending topic, I tapped the hashtag at the bottom of my screen. The number one worldwide trend was, 'Harry and Peyton.' Right below that was 'Haylor' and '#ThankYouPeyt.'
At that moment my stomach dropped, and I dared myself to venture into one of the topics. I decided on Harry and Peyton first. The first thing to pop up was an article done by The Insider titled, 'New Girl Causing Tension Inside Hollywoods Hottest Couple.' I quickly skimmed through the article, only paying attention to vital information. I reached a point on the text where the author began to give their opinion.
"Here at the Insider, we are experiencing mixed feelings. When we first caught wind of the Haylor breakup, we wanted to scream, fall to our knees, and shout 'Why?' repeatedly at the ceiling. But then, this mysterious beauty, Peyton Grey, came into the mix, and it all became clear. Peyton, here, is just a life-ruiner. Everything in the Haylorshpere was going quite well, until Little Miss Muffin Top showed up and crashed the party. Several snapshots, courtesy of Insider Paparazzi, were taken showing Harry and Peyton snuggled up close on top of an abandoned building. Afterwards, the singer allegedly took the girl up to her apartment bedroom, where he stayed for the night. To be very honest, we can't wrap our heads around why Harry would trade someone as fit as Taylor for someone as pudgy as Peyton. If you are feeling the same way, stay tuned for more information right here, at the Insider. Note to self: Send Peyton my workout regimen."
I gasped, cupping my mouth with my hand. They don't even know me? How could they make that assumption? I exited the page and hurdled my phone across the room. Those people, they're telling me I'm fat. It's happening all over again. I thought that I had escaped the relentless taunting from everyone around me, but it doesn't seem as if I have. I couldn't deal with a few people judging me, how am I suppose to deal with millions?
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