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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10. Girls' Night Out

Peyton's POV:
Several weeks have passed, and I still can't stop thinking about Harry. His hair, his eyes, his everything. It's etched into the back of my mind like writing in concrete. I've tried to forget and move on, but all these advertisements of One Direction coming to the US for promotion are not making it any easier. I guess I'll just have to work harder...
It was Friday night, and few of my friends from school are determined to get my mind off of Harry, so they've suggested going out tonight. To be honest, I could use some time with the girls, so I agree, and head home after my last class to put my outfit together. After trying a dozen different outfits, I finally decided on one that stood out from the others: a short black, slim fitting dress with bright red pumps. I hopped in the shower and scrubbed the day away. I turned the handle on the shower, causing the water to get a couple degrees hotter, the steam acting as a shield to all the world's problems.
I turned the water off, and stepped out onto the cold tile floor, grabbing my towel from the rack. After drying off, I slid on my dress, loving the way it looked on me. Scampering back to the bathroom, I plugged my curling wand into the wall, and settled myself onto of the counter. While it was heating up, my phone began to ring in the other room. I hopped down, and made my way into my bedroom, scooping my phone off its charger.
Reading the name on the screen, I smiled and answered, "Hey, Brit!" Brittany was one of my best friends, and she would be the one driving us all the the club tonight. "Hey, Peyt, I just wanted to call and say that I'll be heading over there in about thirty minutes," she informed me. "Good, it gives me just enough time to curl my hair! I'll see you soon," I said, getting ready to end the call. Just before my thumb hit the button, I heard a noise. "Wait! Peyton! Are you still there," she asked. I brought the phone back to my ear, "Yeah, I'm still here. What is it?" "Umm, Andrea is bringing one of her friends from home with her. He's here for the weekend, and she doesn't want to leave him out." Without thinking, I said, "Yeah, there's nothing wrong with - wait. Did you say 'he'? As in, a guy friend?" She laughed, "Yeah, a guy! But they're just friends, not together or anything. So, it's cool with you?" "Yeah, most definitely. I'll see you in a few, alright? I don't want my curler to start a fire," I said before hanging up.
Twenty-five minutes and god-knows-how-many-curls later, I was finally done getting ready. I slipped my shoes on and pranced down the stairs, resting on the couch to wait for the girls to show up. While I sat, I thought about this boy that would be accompanying us tonight. A million questions flew around my head. 'Is he cute?' 'Will he think I'm cute?' 'What if he's a jerk?' 'Does he have a girlfriend?' My train of thought was cut off by the sound of honking out in my driveway. I grabbed my clutch, made sure all my lights were off, and walked out of my home, locking the door behind me. I descended the stairs carefully, trying not to slip in my heels.
I reached the bottom of the stairs, and walked to the car. I opened the door and settled myself in my set, greeting all my friends in the process. I looked around the car, not noticing a male figure being present. "Hey, Drea, I thought your friend was coming," I asked. "Oh, he is. He's meeting us there. He had something to do before, and he didn't want to make us late," she answered. "Oh, ok." And with that, we were off.
Although it was a long drive to get downtown, with all of us chatting and laughing, it didn't feel nearly as long as it should have. "Ok, we're here, ladies!" We all did a last minute lip gloss and hair check before piling out of the car and walking to the club entrance. After showing the bouncer my ID, I let my shoulders relax, my mind allowing my body to let go.
This club was the hottest in New York City, and it definitely showed. The placed was packed from corner to corner, hundreds of hot, sweaty bodies pressed together on the dance floor. The many colored lights seemed to move with the beat of the music, sending vibrations up my spine every few seconds. In the back of the room, I spotted the bar, writing myself a mental note to not spend too much time back there tonight.
Andrea looked around, then must have found what, or who, she was looking for. "There he is, over there! I'll go get him so he can meet you guys," she said, before disappearing in the sea of people. We waited for a couple of minutes, until we heard Drea's voice approaching us. The man she was with was hard to see, but I could tell he was tall. The outline of his hair told me that he kept it clean and curly, it bouncing as they walked toward us. I smoothed out my skirt as we met them halfway, hoping that I could charm this boy up. Little did I know, I was not prepared for what I was about to see.
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