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?"


7. Life After

Peyton's POV:
Wow, it's been a while. It's been two year since Harry left for the X Factor, and a lot has happened since then. First, Harry got put together with four other boys during bootcamp, and they finished third in the finals. Simon Cowell ended up giving them a recording contract, and they've been extremely successful. They call themselves One Direction.
Secondly, I graduated from secondary school, and dropped thirty pounds. I guess my puberty came a little late, because as soon as I got my GCSE's, my acne disappeared, my stomach flattened, and to be honest, I looked pretty hot.
Of course, a lot of boys began to notice me and my sudden change of image, but I turned them down, keeping myself single for Harry. But, just like all long distance relationships do, we crumbled. In the end, he decided that he needed to focus more on his career than a girlfriend from back home. I was in no position to keep him from following his heart, although mine was tearing at the seams. Harry was the first boy - no, first person - to tell me that he loved me. He will always be my first love, and it just makes it that much harder to get over him.
As long as we've been broken up, you would think that I would have moved on by now. But I haven't. No matter how hard it try, I still think about him at least once everyday. Those sparkling emerald eyes that used to mesmerize me so easily. His raspy singing voice that would be my lullaby on nights that sleep came in short supply. I miss his touch, his smell, his kiss. I miss what we used to have. Now it's all just a broken memory.
I'd give anything to get it back.
Harry's POV:
The past few years have been indescribable. When I left for the X Factor, never in my wildest dreams did I think that I would be where I am today. We've had a number one album in over forty countries, and a massive amount of extremely dedicated fans. I have so much more than I ever could have asked for, and I'm just trying my best to stay humble. Traveling the world with your four best mates and being able to do what you've always wanted to do is literally the best feeling in the world. I simply couldn't ask for more.
Today, me and the boys would be going to hang out with my best mate, Ed. He was a singer and songwriter, just like us, and he had a few songs he wanted to share with us for our next album. When we arrived at his flat, he led us out to his backyard, and began to play a song called 'Over Again'. It was about a girl and a boy who were in love, but they were torn apart by a toxic relationship. He tries to fix her, but she's had problems in the past, and doesn't want to be hurt by him again. He knows she's the one, so he just wants to start over again.
There's something about this song that gives me a slight feeling of déjà vu. Not the kind where this has happened before, but the kind where i feel like this is going to have some relevance in my life at some point, and not just as our new track. I discard the thought as Ed sets himself to play us a new song he's written called 'Little Things'.
As he's strums the first few notes, my mind wanders. I'm thinking about my old life, school and friends. "Harry!" Ed's voice pulls me from my trance. "Are you listening? Your parts coming up," he informed me, and I focused on the music. "I know you've never loved the sound of your voice on tape, you never want to know how much you weigh. You still have to squeeze into your jeans, but, you're perfect to me." As I'm mentally inscribing the lyrics into my brain, I analyze each word. 'Squeeze' 'Weigh' 'Perfect' 'Love'. I am staring at nothing in particular, when my train of thought seems to come crashing into me.
The image in front of me swirls, and I am suddenly inside a house, my old house in Cheshire. I scan the room, finding it empty. "Hello?" I call out, startled by how high pitched my voice is. "I'm upstairs," an even squeaker voice shouts down the stairs. Against my better judgement, I pull myself off of the couch, slowly creeping up the stairs. When I reach the top of the stairs, I notice a bedroom door cracked, the light shining through the small opening. I push it all the way, revealing a quite messy room behind it.
"Harry? Is that you," the same voice asks from under the bed sheets. I think I'm still Harry, so I say, "Yeah, it's me." I walked to the side of the bed, pulling the sheets back to reveal a little girl, about the same size as me. She looks familiar, but I can't place a name. Her eyes are red and puffy, and I can tell she's been crying. "Harry, why did you have to pick the scariest movie in the house? Now I'll never sleep again!" Without thinking, I reach forward and wipe the tears from her face. "I'm sorry, please don't cry," I try to comfort her. Although I still don't know who this is, she seems to know me.
She throws the covers off of her and stands up, stepping increasingly closer to me. Two steps later, she throws her arms around me, her scent so inviting. I take this as her way of accepting my apology. We stay like this for a while, just holding each other. In my mind I don't know what's happening, but my heart is telling me that I should never let her go, but what is her name? Wait, I remember! I'm about to yell it out, but without warning, my vision falters, and I am back sitting outside with Ed and the rest of the boys. I am breathing heavy, and all the boys look at me like I'm crazy.
Niall clears his throat, "You alright, mate?" I just look at him, barely able to comprehend. My mouth is dry, but I muster the words, "Peyton."
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