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?"


20. Accidents Happen

Hey guys! Quick announcement before chapter 20. First, I want to say thank you, again, to everyone who has read this. Checking this app and seeing that I had over 500 reads was really surprising, because I never imagined that this would ever be read by so many people. Second, don't forget to comment! I like reads and favorites and likes, but I love to read your comments. Lastly, I've been thinking about writing another fanfic. Liam would be the main boy, and it's very different from normal fanfics. I do not plan on making One Direction any part of it, other than Liam, and maybe a few other members; however, they won't be in a band. The fanfic will be called Snapshots. I might post a teaser in a few days to get a little feedback, so keep your eyes peeled! That's it, sooo happy reading!

Harry's POV:
As I descended the stairs of Peyton's apartment, I could hear faint cries in the background. But I didn't stop–I had to get out. I made it to as far as the drivers seat of my car before I fell apart. An erratic sob racked my entire body, sending me into a state of numbness. I couldn't feel anything. My fingers, my toes, my legs; none of it. It was like it wasn't there at all. My eyes, being the only function left working in my body, became wide with shock as they peered down at the gear shift. Sometime during my mobile state, I must have put the car in reverse. I felt myself falling backward, but there was nothing I could do. My brain tried to push every ounce of power into my feet so they could slam the breaks, but it was a useless attempt.
Before I knew a thing, glass was cutting through my right cheeks and if I looked up, all I could see was the pavement. I waited to hear sirens off in the distance, but I didn't. The only noise passing through my ears were the horrific screams coming from my windpipe. My head started spinning, now being up side down, and I still had no mobility in my body whatsoever. Broken glass lying beside me reflected red and blue flashing lights, but that's all I had time to see before everything went black.

Peyton's POV:
As I laid there on the carpet, face buried into my palms, I thought about some things that I really didn't want to think about. Like the fact that I had absolutely nobody. I mean, sure, if I really needed to spill my sorrows, I could call up Andrea or Brittany. At least they would let me vent. But sometimes, venting isn't the best thing to do. You see, that sort of thing helps when you've been dealing with things on your own for a while, and you need some space to let it all out. That wasn't what I was dealing with. I had plenty of people to bombard with my personal problems, but then what? What could they possibly say to me to make me feel better? "Everything will be alright."
I think we'd all rather be crushed by the truth than smacked with a lie.
Apart from my own whimpers, I couldn't help but hear the blaring sirens outside my front door. No one in the neighborhood ever got into any trouble, so I didn't understand why the police would be here. I quickly cleaned myself up before running outside to check out the scene unfolding. Little did I know, I was not prepared for what I would see.
In my driveway sat at least three cop cars, an ambulance parked at their rears. Twenty to thirty people swarmed the area, trying to get a closer look. To everyone else, it was just another car that had turned the corner too sharp and flipped over the guardrail on the opposite end. But once I spotted those familiar curly brown locks being laid on a gurney, I completely lost it. "HARRY!"
I was running, sprinting towards the yellow police tape, trying my hardest to get to him in time. I reached the bright barrier, ducking under it to resume my running. I was almost to the vehicle when a policeman caught my arm, "Ma'am, you can't go in there." I struggled to break free of his grasp. I was crying again without even noticing. "No! Let me go! That's my boyfriend!" He wouldn't let go of me, still holding me tightly. "Ma'am, I understand, but things over there are looking pretty bad and it's not safe for anyone to be in that area. You seem pretty startled, so I'll drive you to the hospital to be with him. Sound alright?" I stood still and nodded. That's all I had the energy to do.
Seven hours ago when we arrived at the hospital, I was a mess. Tears would not stop falling, and I could hardly hold my own body weight. Harry was rushed to ICU, and later I was told by a doctor exactly what happened. Harry had put his car in reverse, when he suddenly couldn't move his body at all. He tried to stop the car, but in his attempt, jerked the steering wheel causing his car to flip over the guardrail on the opposite end of the street. He wasn't wearing his seatbelt, so the impact to the road cracked his skull in a few places. Shards of glass were sticking out of every square inch of his body, and he was completely unconscious. The doctor said that he would have to go into surgery immediately, and that it would take at least five hours to complete. The doctor also said that it could be weeks before Harry would be able to walk properly on his own.
If I thought I was a mess before, that was nothing compared to what I was resembling right now.
I was sitting in a private waiting room, all the boys and Harry's mother gathered around me, when the doctor came in announcing that Harry's surgery had been successful, and he was back in his room. However, only one person was allowed in at a time. I suggested for Anne to go, but everyone insisted that I see him first. I agreed, and followed the doctor into the room where Harry laid, fast asleep. I pulled up a chair next to the bed. I glanced up at his face, it looked so fragile. Single brown ringlets peeked out from the white gauze and bandages wrapped around his head. I used my left hand to stroke his cheek softly. As his eyelashes rested atop his cheeks, I spoke.
"So, this was pretty unexpected. I mean, when I woke up this morning, I was definitely not prepared for this to happen. It's crazy how in such a short time, your whole world could be flipped up side down. Literally. I could sit here and whine about how unfair life is, but that's not going to help either of us. Right now, all that matters is you. I'll be honest. When I walked outside and saw you being lifted into the back of an ambulance, I felt like my heart had been ripped out. When you're hurting, a piece of me is hurting, too. When that doctor came in and told me that you were really hurt, that's when it hit me. Right then, I realized that if anything ever happened to you, I wouldn't know what to do."
I stopped, using my free hand to wipe my face of the fresh tears. A small smile crept across my face, "Do you remember when we were ten, and we were trying to get on top of your roof? I had gone up first, but when you tried to join me, your foot slipped, and you fell and broke your arm. I was so terrified. I thought you were dying. When I saw you at the hospital after your surgery, I told my mom that I didn't want to go home. For three straight nights, I stayed in that room with you, never leaving your side. We talked for hours, just like we had planned to do on the roof. But no matter what happened, I held your hand through it all."
I picked up his hand, lacing my fingers through his. "And that's exactly what I plan to do now. I don't care what happens, Harry. I'm not leaving your side. Ever. I love you," I finished before gently pressing my lips to the back of his hand.
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