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?"


3. Finding the Right Words

Harry's POV :
As I walked into my house, I followed the smell of tender meat and brewing stew into the kitchen where I found my mom slaving over the stove. I came up behind her and kissed her on the cheek. "Hi, mum. It sure smells good in here." She smiled up at me, pleased at my comment. "I'm glad you think so, baby. I know you've been working hard these past few weeks, and I wanted to make you something special." I gave my mum a hug, "Thanks, mum. I really appreciate it." Releasing her, I started up the stairs, before I remembered something. "Oh, mum, do we have enough for an extra person at dinner?" She assessed her work, "Yeah, I think we'll have enough. Why? Did you invite one of your friends over?" I nodded, "I asked Peyton if she wanted to join us. She said she'd be over around six." She set down her stirring spoon and turned to look at me. She raised an eyebrow, and her expression turned serious. "Are you planning on telling her tonight? I mean, eventually she's going to find out, so you can't keep this from her forever. You have to tell her, you owe her that much."
I slowly let the air leave my lungs, stepping off of the first stair and collapsing in a chair. "I-I know. But, it's just, I don't know how she'll react. And you and I both know that the last thing I wanna do is hurt her. So it's hard, because I want to tell her, but at the same time, I wish I didn't have to put her through this." My mum took a seat next to me, rubbing her hand up and down my back. She looked around, trying to find the right words to say. "Harry, I know this is going to be hard for you. But, in all fairness, you can't let other people get in the way of your dream. Peyton's been there for you for how long now?" I sighed, "Since we were two." "Exactly. So I know for a fact, that even though this will be difficult for the both of you, she will support you 100%." I thought about what she was saying, then smiled, lifting my head to meet her eyes. "You really think so?" She pushed a stray curl out of my face, "I know so. Now go get cleaned up, it's almost dinner time."
I grabbed my backpack and sprinted up the stairs. I still had a lot of homework to do, and depending on how Peyton took the news, I wasn't sure if I'd be motivated to do anything after dinner. Pulling out my Geometry book, I crashed onto my bed, and began my work. "Coordinate Proof? What the hell is that," I thought as I scanned over the pages in the book. I knew we had just gone over this today, but with this Peyton thing going on, I hadn't been able to focus too much lately. I slammed my book shut and threw it in the corner. I had to think of the right way to do this. "Peyton, I - no. So basically- no. Once upon a time- definitely not," I rehearsed, finding no light at the exit of this never ending tunnel. I shoved my face into the pillows on my bed. This was going to be a lot harder than I thought.
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