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?"


14. Falling For Lies

Peyton's POV:
My breath caught in my throat, and my head began to spin. There he was, my best friend, standing right in front of me. I couldn't believe it. After we broke up and the band got really big, I didn't expect to ever see him again. But now, fate has led me here, to him. What was I to say? Should I ask how the band is doing? Just as this thought was passing through my brain, a realization hit me like a ton of bricks. I was standing in a room with One Direction.
"Oh my god. You guys are... and I kissed... How did I not notice this before," I shouted, causing a laugh to escape Liam's lips, "I'm not quite sure, babe. I actually couldn't believe you didn't recognize me this morning. Last night, I could understand, with all the dark lights and what not. But even earlier, you didn't notice."
I giggled, and turned back to look at Harry. He looked so different, and exactly the same all at once. He still had those curls, looking like a mop on top of his head. His dimples still showed up whenever he smiled. The boyish sparkle in his green eyes still remained. However, he seemed maybe four inches taller than before. His hands, holding two bottles of water and his keys in one, were ginormous. The other hand was outstretched, asking for mine to meet it for a shake. But I didn't want to shake his hand.
I stepped forward, throwing my arms around him in a tight hug. His hands found their way around my body, pulling me in closer. He whispered in my ear, "Peyton, I've missed you so much." "I missed you too, Harry," I said, my voice beginning to crack. I knew I should pull away, but my heart thought otherwise. I guess he didn't want to either, so we stayed like this, for a while. "Umm," Liam choked out, "do you two know each other?" I took that as my cue to let go of Harry.
I wiped my face, ridding it of the few tears that had fallen. "Yeah. He's been my best friend since we were, like, three. I haven't seen or heard from him in years. But, wow, here you are," I said, smiling as I looked up at Harry. He smiled too. And not one of those 'You smiled, so I'll smile back' kind of smiles, but a genuinely happy smile. I glanced at Liam, sensing his uncomfortableness. He looked gob smacked. "Seriously? Wait, Harry. This was the Peyton you were talking about," he asked him. Harry only nodded, his eyes still glued to me. Liam ran his hands through his hair, and I looked at my watch, seeing how late it gotten.
"Well, I should get going," I said, reaching forward to give Liam a quick peck. "See you later, babe," he called as I walked out the door.
Harry's POV:
We arrived back at the hotel, and I headed straight for my bedroom. I needed time to process what had just happened. Crashing on my bed, I kicked my shoes off, and pulled the covers over me. A thousand thoughts clouded my brain. I saw her, and man, did she look amazing. Her hair grew out, now going to about halfway down her back. Her figure was the most transformed. Peyton never used to be... the smallest of the group, but now, she was so tiny! I would have hugged her tighter, had I not thought I would break her.
That's another thing. I held her. It felt so good for have her in my arms again, after all this time. After our break up, I thought she hated me, and honestly, I wouldn't have blamed her if she did. Back then, I was so young and naïve. Looking back on how badly I ended things, I wish I could redo it. No - scratch that. I wish never would have done it in the first place.
I was pulled out of my thoughts by the knocking at my bedroom door. "Who is it?" "It's Liam. Can we talk," he asked. I hesitated, already knowing the conversation he wanted to have. "Yeah, sure." He entered the room, and sat down next to me on my bed. For a few minutes, he was silent, until finally, he spoke, "So what exactly is the history behind you and Peyton?" I told him everything about our lives together, excluding the part where we dated for several months. I really didn't like lying to Liam, but it was for his own benefit.
"So," he began, "you two never had any kind of... relationship, right?" I could hear the hope in his voice. He wanted so desperately for me to say no, and I understood why. He really really liked her, and he didn't want anyone or anything getting in the way of them. And as much as I cared about Peyton, I couldn't do that to Liam. "Nope." He let out a relieved sigh, "Oh thank god. I know I'm not usually the type to be in a relationship, but this one's different. When I was with her last night, I felt like we got on really well. And when we kiss, I don't feel a spark. Fireworks is a better way to describe it."
Right now, Liam was really beating around the bush, but I think I got what he was trying to say. He had fallen in love with her. But, what if I had, too?
Liam's POV:
After my talk with Harry, I felt a lot better. It was good to hear that Harry had no intention of hooking up with Peyton, because as far as I was concerned, that was my job. I just got out of a relationship, and I'm not looking to start another. I just want to live a little. My plan was to get Peyton comfortable with me, then once we hooked up, I'd come up with some excuse to break things off. She'd be upset at first, but trust me, she'll get over it.
I honestly didn't feel any sort of guilt for what I was doing. I'm a guy, and guys have needs. And right now, I need to sleep with Peyton. It wasn't like she was a virgin. With a body like hers, she's probably slept around once or twice in her life. This would be no different. In fact, she's probably looking for the same thing in me that I am in her. Just sex.
I really wish Harry had told me that he had feelings for her. That information would have made all of this ten times more satisfying. Harry ALWAYS gets the girl. Me? I'm more like an underdog. If he would have told me that he liked her, I would have been happy to teach him a lesson on how he does not always get what he wants. I know it sounds bad because I'm suppose to be his best friend, but this is what best friends do! They help each other learn from their mistakes.
I've always had this reputation where I'm the 'good one' of the group. Over the years, I've gained nicknames like Daddy Direction or The Sensible One. I was tired of being looked at as the boring grown up. I could have fun, I could get in trouble. If they didn't believe me, they would find out soon enough.
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