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?"


16. No Air

Peyton's POV:
I shook my head violently, "Harry, I can't do that. I'm a horrible singer. I'm just going to embarrass myself." He slid across the room, bringing himself to stand inches from me, "Peyton, you and I both know that's not true. You have an amazing voice, but you just don't want to show it. Remember when we were thirteen, and we both auditioned for the talent show?" He paused, and I nodded for him to go on. "You told me that you wanted to sing, but you'd only do it if I sang with you. This is no different."
I hung my head low, "But do you remember how as soon as we got on that stage, I freaked out and didn't sing a note? I can't do it in front of people." He put his hand out forward, "Do you see anyone else in here? No. It's just you and me." He had a point. When we were younger, I was always able to sing my best when it was just us two. After thinking for a bit, I smile and said, "Ok. What are we singing?" He walked to the stereo against the back wall and pressed play. I closed my eyes and smiled to myself as No Air by Jordin Sparks and Chris Brown filled the room.
Knowing this song, I prepared myself to sing this first line. I took a deep breath, and let the music take over me. "If I should die before I wake, it's cause you took my breath away. Losing you is like living in a world with no air." Harry cleared his throat, "I'm here alone, don't want to leave. My heart won't move, it's incomplete. Wish there was a way that I can make you understand." It was back to me, "But how do you expect me to live in a world with just me. Cause my world revolves around you, it's so hard for me to breathe."
We exchanged glances before harmonizing, "Tell me how I'm suppose to breathe with no air. Can't live, can't breathe with no air. It's how I feel whenever you ain't there. It's no air, no air. Got me out here in the water so deep. Tell me how you're gonna be without me. If you ain't here I just can't breathe. It's no air, no air."
He shut the music off and walked back over to me. "Peyton, that was beautiful. Thank you for doing that for me," he said, his voice hushed. I blushed, "It really helped me realize that singing is still an escape for me. I had forgotten how much I loved it. So, no, thank you." I smiled up at him, the corners of my mouth spreading from ear to ear. He took my hand in his, "Come on, time for the next surprise."
Throughout the day, Harry had taken me to a flower shop to pick out my favorites, to an ice cream parlor, and now, we were headed to the cinema to see the new movie 'Bloody Massacre.' I wasn't necessarily excited to see it, but Harry had done so much for me today, I wasn't going to tell him what movie he couldn't watch.
Harry's POV:
After the movie was over, Peyton's body was trembling, thoughts of the movie still ripping through her mind. As we exited the theater, I held her close, my arm wrapped around her waist holding her body against me. Checking my watch, it read 8:30pm. I led us to the car, opening her door to let her slide in safely. I felt so bad about suggesting that movie. If she would have said she didn't want to see it, I would have picked something else.
I eased into the driver's side of my car, and looked over at my best friend. "Peyt, I'm so sorry. I was so selfish to pick that movie, knowing how much you hate horror movies. Now you'll probably have a hard time sleeping tonight, and I-" She cut me off. "Harry, I'll be fine. It wasn't your fault. I could have said something, but I didn't. Don't beat yourself up about it." I only nodded, putting the car in drive and backing out of the parking lot.
Halfway to Peyton's house, a thought popped into my head. I quickly took a U-turn, and headed the opposite direction to our new destination. "Harry, what are you doing? My house is that way," she asked. I smirked, "Just be patient." She sat back in her seat and folded her arms across her chest. Five minutes passed, and we pulled up to an abandoned apartment complex. I hopped out of the car, and grabbed Peyton's wrist, pulling her out with me. I dragged her up five flights of stairs, until we reached a door that read, 'Authorized Personnel Only.'
I pushed the door open, and felt the cool night air rush over me. I looked back at Peyton, and took her hand, leading her onto the rooftop. We walked to the very center, and laid down on our backs, staring up at the millions of stars in the sky. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a smile form on Peyton's face. For a few minutes, we stayed just like this. She rolled over to lay on her side, now looking right at me. I sat up to meet her gaze.
"You never told me. Why did you choose that song for us to sing earlier?" My heart began to beat 90 m/p/h. I looked straight into her eyes, "Because its true. You take my breath away with everything you do, and when we're apart, I feel like I can't breathe." She didn't say a thing, she just snaked her arms around my torso, and laid her head on top of my chest. I rested my arms around her body, and planted a kiss on top of her head.
A tear rolled down her face, "Harry, this day has been absolutely perfect. Even after all these years, you still know how to make me feel like I have a place on this earth." I wiped her tear with my thumb, stroking her cheek. "I don't ever want you to think that you don't belong. Because you do - right here, in my arms."
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