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?"


11. Blind Date

Peyton's POV:
Andrea's friend was gorgeous. Now that he was closer, I could get a better look at him. I knew he was tall, but not this tall. I was 5'6", and he had at least four more inches on me. The curls on top of his head were a caramel color. He wore a tight fit black V-neck, and even in this horrible lighting, I could tell he regularly visited the gym. Something about him made me feel like I'd seen him before, but I pushed the thought aside. He smiled at each girl as he greeted them, and when my turn came, I thought I might faint. That smile of his was flawless, and it truly knocked the wind out of me.
I just noticed I was staring when he waved a hand in front of me, breaking me from my daze. "Hey, babe. You alright? You must be Peyton. I've heard a lot about you," he spoke, his accent indicated that he wasn't from around here. I tried to muster together a sentence, "Umm, yeah. That's me. Sorry, I wasn't trying to stare, I just-" I didn't even get to finish talking before I was interrupted by one of my friends. "You see," she said to him, putting her hands on my shoulders from behind, "Peyton is trying to get over a boy, and we thought you might be able to help her with that. Can you?"
Oh my god. You've got to be kidding me. They are setting me up on a blind date, and they didn't even warn me. Honestly, I couldn't complain; he was pretty hot. But still, a little bit of a heads up would have been nice.
He looked about as shocked and embarrassed as I did, but a few moments later, a smirk formed on his lips and he looked right at me. "Yeah, I can do that. Is that alright with you," he asked me, already knowing the answer. "Fine with me!" He smiled again, causing my head to spin, and took my hand, leading me over to a set of couches. I sat down, and he joined me not very far away. I knew it was just so we could hear each other over the blaring speakers, but I couldn't help but blush at the lack of space between us. I could almost hear the girls giggling from across the dance floor.
"So, Peyton, I want to know more about you. What kind of things are you into," he asked me. I thought, then said, "Well, I'm currently a college student working to get my doctorate degree." He rose his eyebrows, obviously impressed. "Wow," he said, "a doctor, huh? That's pretty impressive. You must be pretty smart, then. Brains is one thing I tend to lack. I was never good at math or spelling." I was in the flirty mood, so I replied, "Maybe I could tutor you sometime." He flashed his smile at me once more, and I could swear I was seeing stars. He laughed, "Yeah, I'd like that."
I looked around nervously, trying to find something else to talk about. I looked down at my hands, just now noticing that he had never let go of them. I felt my cheeks go red, and I was thankful that it was too dark in here for him to see it. "So what about you? What do you do in your free time," I asked him. He pondered this, "I'm actually into music. I'm a singer." Now I was the shocked one, "Seriously? That's really cool. Do you ever sing publicly?" The way he nodded his head and chuckled made me feel like I was missing something. Either that, or he was way too cocky. "Yeah, a few times," he said. "I'm getting thirsty. Let me go get us some drinks," he said, raising himself from the couch. "Ok, I'll be right here," I told him before he was gone.
Sitting back down on the couch, I had this eerie feeling that I was being watched. Before I had the chance to confirm my suspicion, a hand was on my shoulder. "So, you're a doctor I hear," the anonymous man said into my ear, and I could smell the alcohol on his breath. I sat there frozen to my seat, my head facing downward, too scared to meet his eyes. My words caught in my throat, so all I could do was nod. His hand began to travel down my back, moving increasingly closer to the bottom of my dress. "You seem more like a nurse to me. You know, with that tight little dress on." His words made my heart pound so hard and so loud, I was sure he could hear it.
His hand was inches from the hem of my dress, and I tried to discretely swat it away. As soon as I did, his grip on my shoulders tightened, his fingernails digging into my skin. It was all I could do to not begin to cry. All I could think was, 'Where is he with those drinks? I need him right now.' "You're a bad little girl, aren't you?" I shook my head violently, trying my best to hold back tears. I had never been so scared in my life. His hand was on my thigh now, working its way towards the middle of my legs. My breathing became heavy, and right when I thought there was no hope...
"Peyton, I'm back with - Oh my god! Peyton," my savior called, noticing my predicament. I reached out my arms to him, and he engulfed me into a tight hug. My adrenaline wearing off, my eyes watered again, and I cried into the front of his shirt. "Shhh, Peyton. Everything's alright. He's gone," he tried to comfort me, stroking my hair soothingly. I dried my eyes, still clinging onto him. He picked me up bridal style, navigating us through the mass of people guarding the door. The cold night air rushed over my body, causing me to shiver. I snuggled in closer to him, burying my face into the crook of his neck. He carried me to his car, slowly easing into his passenger seat, me situated on his lap.
He looked up at me, "Peyton, I am so sorry. This is all my fault. I shouldn't have left you, I should have just brought you with me. I was stupid to think that no one would approach you. I mean, look at you. You're beautiful. What guy wouldn't want that? But that's no excuse for my or his actions. I'm so sorry. Are you alright?" I could only look at him, shock plastered across my face. "Did-did you just call me beautiful," I asked, not sure that I heard him correctly.
Our faces were inches apart, so close, that I could smell the sweet scent of his cologne. His hand reached to move a stray piece of hair from my eyes, and it rested on the back of my neck. I was looking deep into his dark brown eyes, getting lost in their perfection. "Yes, you are beautiful. And I swear, I'll never let that happen to you again. You're safe with me. I promise," he said, his eyes flicking down to my lips, then back up at me. His lips looked so pink, so soft. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to feel his lips on mine, and he must have wanted it too. He gently pushed his lips onto mine, causing my heart to skip a beat. His kiss held so much electricity, it could have powered all of downtown New York for a whole day.
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