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?"


22. Thank You

Harry's POV:
Is it weird to say that yesterday was probably the best day of my life? Despite everything that happened–punching Liam, lying to Peyton, and the crash– one moment of that entire day turned my whole mood around. I think I'll remember yesterday for the rest of my life, because it was the day that I found the person that I want to spend the rest of my life with. I can't really propose to her, not in my condition. But I don't care if I have to wait ten years before getting down on one knee. As long as while I'm waiting, Peyton is waiting right next to me.
"Harry. Harry, you need to get up to take your medication," the nurse said, waking me from my sleep. When my eyes opened, she was looking down at her clipboard, oblivious to the fact that Peyton was in bed with me. She peered up through her eyelashes, "Oh, goodness. I'm so sorry. I didn't realize you had company!" Peyt was still asleep, so I put my finger to my lips, asking the nurse to keep it down. She began to whisper, "Yes, of course. Sorry. I'll just put your medicine on this table for you to take when you're ready." She set down the several pills and liquids, and tiptoed out of the room.
Trying not to wake Peyton, I used my free hand to unscrew the cap to my water bottle, gulping down all the pills at once. I swallowed the liquid medicines, grimacing at the horrible taste. Taking one last swig of water, I turned back to Peyton, only to see her looking up at me, that gorgeous smile plastered on her face. I shot her one back, "Good morning, beautiful." Her eyes sparkled, "Morning, curly." She ruffled the hair sticking out of my bandages, stifling her giggles. I raised an eyebrow, "You think that's funny, huh?" She covered her mouth and shook her head. I moved in closer. "I hope you're not laughing at me. That would make me sad," I said, poking out my bottom lip. "Aww, I'm sorry, Harry. Can I make it up to you?" I pondered this, then made my decision.
"I want a kiss." She smiled, pressing her sweet lips onto mine. When she pulled away, I pulled her right back. I moved my lips next to her ear, whispering, "More, please." She placed her hands on the back of my neck, her thumbs caressing my jaw line. Slowly but surely, our lips connected once more, creating a mass of butterflies in my stomach. We kissed deeper, and she allowed my tongue to slip past her teeth. For a while, we stayed like this, until there was a knock on the door.
"Harry, darling, are you alright?" It was my mom. Our kiss was broken, and Peyton smiled shyly at me, causing me to smile back. She pointed her thumb to the washroom, and I nodded, watching as she slid off the bed and through the bathroom door. "Yes, mom, I'm okay," I said back to her as she opened the door and entered the room. She looked awful, like she'd been crying all night. Although she seemed distraught, she managed a soft smile. "That's great, sweetheart. I'm glad to hear you're feeling better. When the boys called my job telling me that you'd been in an accident, I booked the first flight to New York so I could see you right away. I stayed here all night, but no one has shown more concern for you than Peyton has," she said, smiling even wider.
The corners if my mouth slid up, "Yeah, she's really something special, isn't she?" She nodded, "She is. And I wanted to tell you, before your relationship develops, that you do have priorities. Like the band, and your family. But when you find someone as special as Peyton, you have to remember that she is just as much a priority as anything else." She paused, and I nodded. "Just, promise me you'll treat her right, okay?" I laughed at how protective my mom was of her. She always had been–then, and now. "Yes, mom. I promise."

Peyton's POV:
After I handled my business in the bathroom, I sat in there for a while longer, giving Harry and his mother time to talk. I stood up, looking at myself in the mirror. Usually, I when I examined myself, I didn't pay attention to my flaws. But not today. With all the rude Twitter comments still swarming my brain, I couldn't seem to carry on with my normal routine. I lifted up the hem of my shirt, revealing the skin of my belly. I turned to the side. From this angle, I could see how far it stuck out. I tried sucking in, but it didn't work.
I sighed, a single tear drop slipping down my cheek. "Why am I so ugly?" "Peyton? Is everything alright? You've been in there a while," Harry asked, breaking me out of my daze. I shoved my shirt back down, ridding my face of my tears. "Yeah, I'm-I'm fine," I said, opening the bathroom door to see Harry laying in bed. I started to walk to him, but he objected. "Wait! No! Stay there. I want to walk to you." I smiled, "Harry, that's sweet, but the doctor hasn't cleared you to walk on your own." He looked up at me, his expression hurt. "You don't think I can do it, do you?" I shook my head vigorously, "No, no. It's not that. I know you can, but it might not be safe. I just... I don't want you to get hurt."
He smiled at me from across the room as he stood up, using the wall to balance himself. "I don't care what happens to me. I'll always find my way back to you." And with that, he started his twenty foot journey to my arms. Each time he stumbled, I tried to help him, but he wouldn't allow me. He was so determined to defy the odds, it brought tears to my eyes. When he finally reached me, he collapsed in my arms. I held him tight, tears spilling over onto my cheeks. "Harry, I'm so proud of you. I love you." He steadied himself, looking into my eyes. "I love you, too, Peyton."
I walked him back to bed. Soon after, his mom came in asking if I wanted a ride home to shower and change clothes. I didn't want to leave Harry, but a shower did sound very enticing. I told him I would bring him back some food from home, as he had complained earlier about bland hospital meals. He told us to be careful on the road, and we nodded. I gave him a gentle kiss before exiting the building with his mother.
The whole ride to my house was silent. Neither of us really had much to say. When we arrived, I invited her inside, but she said she needed to pick up a few things at the boys' hotel first, then she'd swing back over to get me. As soon as she left, I jumped straight into the shower, scrubbing off yesterday's grime. After drying off, I wrapped my hair in a towel as I chose my attire for the day. I decided on my Hipsta Please. crewneck that matched one of Harry's favorite t-shirts, a pair of black leggings, and black combat boots. I didn't feel like doing much with my hair, so I just let the defined waves fall down my back. I was just finishing up my make up when Anne returned to pick me up.
"Thank you for coming back to get me," I told her as I settled into the passenger seat of her car. Pulling onto the road, she eyed me up and down, her gaze stopping on the medium sized box that laid in my lap. "What's in there?" I rested my hands on top of it as she drove, "Oh, it's nothing, really. Just some things I brought for Harry." She smiled, "That's very sweet of you, Peyton." She pulled over onto the curb, placing her hand on top of mine. She looked into my eyes, her own looking a little glossy.
"Oh, Anne, what's wrong?" She sniffled, "I'm just happy. I mean I know my son is in the hospital, but I just," she paused, wiping her tears. "I'm just so glad that Harry has you in his life. He's always talked about wanting to find someone who will love him unconditionally, not for his fame. And I knew, I just knew it was you." I blushed at her words, tears beginning to spring to my eyes. She continued, "I just want to say thank you." I furrowed my eyebrows, "What for?" She smiled a genuine smile, and I finally saw where that sparkle in Harry's eyes came from. "For always being there." I kissed her cheek before she pulled onto the road, resuming our journey back to Harry.
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