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?"


23. A Day To Remember

Harry's POV:
I had been waiting for Peyton and my mom to return for about thirty minutes, and I wondered how much longer they'd be. Peyton said she'd bring me food; my stomach was growling with anticipation. I grabbed my phone sitting in the bedside table. I checked my Twitter, finding an enormous amount of mentions. I scrolled through them. The majority of them had to do with the crash, the rest with Peyton. A lot of the fans were very worried about my condition, so flipped my phone over, snapped a photo, and tweeted it, saying, "Greetings from the hospital! I'm doing great guys, thanks for all of the support xxxx." From what I could see, the fans were taking a liking to her, just like I knew they would. I'm sure she would receive hate, but it was expected. Hateful words usually only came from jealous 'fans'–not the real ones.
I was interrupted by a knock on my door. "Come in," I called, and in walked Peyton. I was speechless. Even in sweats and leggings, she looked stunning. I motioned to her front, "I like your shirt." She smiled. "Thanks. Here's your food." She handed me a McDonalds bag, and sat in the chair next to me. She folded her arms on the edge of my bed, resting her chin on top. I took a bite of my burger, "So guess what." She raised an eyebrow, "What?" "Doctor says if I pass all my tests, I get to go home in two days." The corners of her mouth slid up to form a wide smile. "Harry, that's fantastic!"
Her happiness was contagious. Even though I was laying here in a hospital bed, I couldn't help but smile with her. I scanned her body, her perfect skin glowing. "You look really beautiful, by the way." She blushed and hid her face in her hands. "How do you do that," she asked, her fingers muffling the sound. "Do what?" She ran a hand through her hair and looked back at me, a small smile on her lips. "Make me feel absolutely perfect." I chuckled, "Peyton, you're always perfect. You just don't realize it." She smiled a little wider, then it quickly faded.
"What's wrong?" She shook her head, "It's nothing. I don't want to worry you." I placed my hand on hers. "Babe, it's okay. You can tell me anything." She managed a soft smile, although I knew it was an act. "Don't worry about it, okay? I'm fine. Besides, I have other activities we can partake in," she said, before reaching behind her and retrieving a medium sized box. "What's in there?"

Peyton POV:
"These," I tapped the box, "are all I have left of my old life. There's pictures, items, and just random stuff I brought with me when I moved. I thought while you were in here, we could look through it a bit. I mean, I haven't even opened this since I first filled it." I looked up at him, his eyes bright. "I'd love to! Open it up, let's see what's inside." I obeyed his orders, using my car keys to cut the tape. I ripped the flaps open, sending a cloud of dust straight into my face. I was coughing like mad, and Harry handed me his water bottle.
He laughed, "You really haven't opened that in a while." I nodded, feeling the water trickle down my throat. I smiled down into the box, pulling out the first thing to touch my fingers. At least fifty photos inhabited my hands, another thing covered in dust. I handed Harry half the stack, and we spent the next few minutes reminiscing. Occasionally, we would show each other pictures, laughing at our immaturity.
"Peyton, look at this one!" He motioned to a picture of me and Harry standing with our feet in the sand, one of his hands in mine, the other on his backside. The bright sun reflected our adolescent bodies, Harry's bright orange swimming trunks matching my corral bikini. I remembered this event extremely well, as it was one of the best days of my life.

"Harry! Get away from me," I screamed as Harry chased me through the shallow water with a hermit crab he had recently discovered. "It's okay Peyton! He just wants to say hi!" He laughed as he trailed close behind me. Just as my running slowed, Harry's arm snaked around my waist, stopping me in my tracks. He wrestled me to the ground, dangling the sea creature in front of my face.
"Harry! Get that thing away! Please," I begged, but he was relentless. "C'mon, Peyt. You're hurting his feelings. Just say hi, and I'll let you go." I struggled underneath him, groaning as I gave up and became still. I steadied my breathing and said, "Hi, stupid-" "Mr." "Excuse me, Mr. Stupid Hermit Crab. Please tell Harry to get off of me." Satisfied with his work, Harry hopped up, helping me to my feet. With a flick of his wrist, the crab was sent flying back into the salty ocean water. Harry turned back to me, an amused smile plastered across his face. He was laughing so hard, he was double over, gasping for air.
I scowled, "Harry, that wasn't funny. I was really scared." I looked him straight in his eyes. He saw how close to tears I was, and suddenly stopped laughing. "I'm sorry, Peyton. I didn't mean to upset you," he said before embracing me into a hug. I cried into his wet chest as he guided me back to our shared beach towel near our parents. He set me down, his tall stature towering over me. "Please stop crying, Peyton." I didn't listen.
He raised his fingers to his arm pits and started hopping around, screeching like a monkey. I smiled a little, but still wasn't happy. He frowned, bending down to pick up a plastic red bucket, and filling it with sand. I didn't know what he was doing. Once the container was full, he raised it above his head, and flipped it up side down, not leaving a single curl atop his head uncovered with sand. I giggled a little, but quickly covered my mouth.
"You think that's funny? We'll see how funny you think it is when it's happening to you!" It took me a minute to catch on, but when I saw him refilling the bucket, I jumped off the towel and ran away as fast as I could. Unlike the previous chase, Harry didn't have to catch me to commit his crime. He threw the red pail and all of its contents, the sand sticking all over my body, including my hair. I stopped in my tracks. "AHH! HARRY!" Although I was mad, I couldn't help but laugh. I turned to Harry, he was laughing, too.
He clutched his stomach, laughing so hard I didn't think he was breathing. He hunched over, and over our powerful giggles, you could hear the faint sound of fabric tearing. Harry's laughs immediately faded, his cheeks turning a bright red as he quickly covered the skin left revealed by his torn swimming trunks. I walked him back to our mothers, and when they found out, they laughed almost as hard as we had before. Not wanting to forget this moment, they snapped a quick picture, then led us both to the car.
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