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?"

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4. Frozen and Can't Breathe

Peyton's POV:
After the incident with my mum, I tried my absolute hardest to stay in my room. As the time approached to head over to Harry's for dinner, I used my backup foundation to cover my wound, and changed my clothes to something a little nicer. Slipping on my hoop earrings in the mirror, the scale in the corner of the bathroom floor caught my eye. I knew I shouldn't, but ever since Heather's comment, I had been extra insecure about my weight. I slowly walked to the scale, gently stepping into the cold metal. I looked straight ahead, and waited for the beep to indicate that it had calculated my weight. The suspense was killing me, and to be honest, I was scared to face the number I would see.
*BEEP* My breath caught in my throat, and I glanced down at the digital numbers ever so slightly. 148lbs. A sigh of relief escaped my lips, and I smiled a little. I knew I wasn't as skinny as Heather Dye, but as long as I was far from a ton, I was content.
I ran back into my room to grab my heels sitting at the edge of my bed, slipping them onto my feet. Sashaying over to the full length mirror, I observed myself, happy with my work. At that exact moment, I noticed how dressed up I was getting to go for dinner at my best friend's house. It's not like I liked him or anything... ok, maybe a little. But, really, could you blame me? He had an amazing bone structure, his bouncy curls shaping his innocence to perfection. Those gorgeous green eyes could take out the entire British army. And his smile, oh, his smile could warm my heart even under the coldest of temperatures. I won't lie, as long as me and Harry have been friends, I've pictured us falling in love only a few million times. But, c'mon, let's be real. Would someone like him ever fall in love with someone like me? Highly unlikely.
Once I checked my hair one last time, I started towards the front door, tiptoeing past my mother's bedroom. Judging by the amount of empty booze bottles on the coffee table, she would be out for a while. "It's not like she gives a damn about me, anyways," I whispered to myself as I slipped through my home's entrance and into the starry night. Scampering across the paved road, I walked up to his doorway, and knocked. On the second knock, the door flung open, revealing a tall and clean cut teenage boy.
"Peyt! You're here," he exclaimed in a childish tone, wrapping me in a tight hug. I laughed, "Hello, Harry. May I come in, it's I little chilly out here." He cleared his throat, side stepping just enough to block me from walking through the doorway. "Umm, actually, I need to talk to you about something," he said in a nervous tone. I placed my hand on his shoulder. "Anything, Harry. What's wrong?" He tilted his head up, looking straight into my eyes. I could hear his breathing become uneven, and a bead of sweat formed atop his eyebrow. "Peyton, there's no easy way to say this, so I'm just going to say it. In exactly four weeks, I am leaving to audition for the X Factor," he confessed. For a moment, it felt like I had been hit by a train, and I allowed air to reenter my lungs, just now realizing that I had been holding my breath.
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