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?"


15. Catching Up

Peyton's POV:
It's been about a week since I saw Harry at the recording studio, and I haven't stopped thinking about him. That moment when he held me still replays in my head about twenty times a day. Whenever I'm in his arms, I feel safe. Like nothing in the world can hurt me. Going through school with Harry, he saved me from being seriously hurt in bullying situations more times than I could count. He was my protection.
I was worried that after Liam saw how I acted towards Harry at the studio, he wouldn't want anything to do with me. But I was wrong. Earlier this week, he said he was going to take me out for lunch. Little did I know, he was bringing me to the park for a picnic. He had strung lights up in the trees around us, the soft sound of love songs playing from his phone. It was beautiful, and it was by far the most romantic date I've ever been on. He took me home afterwards, and we started kissing on the couch. Things got a little heated, and I knew he wanted to go further, but I wasn't ready. He respected that, and allowed me my space. It meant a lot to me that he cared, and that he wasn't just here for one thing.
It was Saturday morning, and I had every intention to sleep late into the afternoon. However, a knocking at my door disturbed my slumber. I threw my covers off of me and slowly walked to the hallway. Suddenly, my heart filled with joy as I thought about the possibility of it being Liam. I bounded down the stairs, and swung open the front door. Standing behind it, was Harry.
"Harry? What are you doing here," I asked him. "Well, it's a beautiful day, and I thought that we could spend it together! You know, do some catching up," he proposed. I thought about it for a second, and thought, why not? "Yeah! That sounds good. Just give me a few minutes to get ready, I just woke up," I told him, leading him inside and onto the couch. "Alright. Take your time," he called up the stairs.
I hopped in the shower, scrubbing my body and my hair clean. Afterwards, I dried off, wringing my hair out with a towel as I picked out my clothes for the day. I decided on a light blue flowy top and my favorite pair of white high-waisted shorts with studs on the pockets. I blow dried my hair, and let it fall into its natural curls down my back. I finished off some light make up, and grabbed my black vans. Walking back down the stairs, Harry was standing at the bottom looking up at me.
This small gesture reminded me of when Harry took me to prom. It was about a year before we dated. No one had asked me to go with them, and although Harry had been asked by several girls, he turned them all down, for me. He told me that all those other girls didn't matter, and that there was nobody he would rather share this night with. I had spent hours finding the perfect dress to compliment my figure, and it really paid off. The look on his face when I descended the stairs in my house today was almost identical to his expression on that night.
"Peyton, you look amazing," he said, his jaw nearly touching the floor. I blushed, and turned my head so he wouldn't see. "Thanks. So what are we going to do today, Harry," I asked. He smiled, "You'll have to wait to find out yourself." I groaned as we made our way to his car, "Come on, Harry. You know I hate surprises. Why can't you just tell me?" He chuckled, opening the door for me to slide into my seat. "Because it's classified information, and if I told you, I'd have to kill you. I really don't want to do that," he said, laughing at his own cheesiness. "You really haven't changed, you know that?" He looked over at me, a smile on his face, "Neither have you, Peyt."
As we drove, I tried to pay attention to my surroundings so I could determine exactly where he was taking me. For a while, we were on main roads, but once he realized what I was doing, he only used back roads-probably some that no one knows about. Twenty minutes later, we pulled into the parking lot of an establishment that I was not familiar with. "Harry, what is this place?" He turned off the car and pulled the keys out of the ignition, "You sure ask a lot of questions." I scoffed, "You sure don't answer any of them!"
He exited the car and rounded it, opening my door for me. He was being such a gentlemen. This was one of the things I missed about him the most. He told me to close my eyes, and as much as I didn't want to, I followed his orders as he navigated me through the doors. He led me into the building, my vision still useless. "Can I open my eyes yet," I pleaded. "Fine," he said, and my lids fluttered open.
To my surprise, we were back in the recording studio that we were a week ago. Without saying a word, Harry walked me into a vacant studio and flicked the lights on. He took my hand and led me into the area where the microphones were. There were two, each hanging from the ceiling. He left me in front of one, and took his place in front of the other. "What are doing here?" He looked at me with a smile on his face, "I want you to sing for me."
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