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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24. Unexpected Encounters

*2 DAYS LATER*
Harry's POV:
Today is the day. I finally get to leave this hospital. This past week has been a complete roller coaster ride; perfect one minute, and completely different the next. If someone had come up to me three years ago and told me that I would be doing what I am, I would have laughed in their faces. It's crazy that I now have the life that I've always dreamt of. Through the ups and downs, I'm so blessed to have someone as amazing as Peyton right by my side. She really is something special...

Peyton's POV:
This morning I woke up next to Harry, just as I had everyday this week. My eyes flutter open to examine a precious sleeping body. His curls were tossed around his head, his mouth slightly agape. To be very honest, he looked almost angelic. It was mind blowing how flawless he could be every second of the day, even in his slumber. I thought people were suppose to look their worst while they slept. I moved my hand to stroke his cheek. "I love you," I whispered. His eyes shot open, startling me. "Not as much as I love you." I flicked his nose playfully, "Damnit, Harry. You scared me. I thought you were asleep."
"Well, I was, but then I woke up. I just wanted to hear what you are saying about me." I cocked an eyebrow, "And what did you hear?" That cheeky smile spread across his face. "I heard you say that I was the sexiest man alive. You went on and on about how perfect I was, and how lucky you were to have me." I began to blush. Was it possible that I said all of this in my sleep? He continued, "Then you said that I was hotter than Ryan Gosling." That was the tip off. "I said no such thing!" He chuckled, snaking his arms around my waist to pull me in closer. "I know, but you were thinking it," he said before pressing his lips onto mine gently. My hands rested on the back of his neck, and I kissed him back.
"Guess what." "What?" "I get to go home today," he exclaimed. I smiled, "I know! So we better get up so you can get cleared to leave." He pulled the covers over his head, "Five more minutes." I laughed, "Ok, but if you sleep the day away, you'll miss the surprise I have for you at home." He shot up,"Alright! I'm awake!"
*THREE HOURS LATER*
It was about noon when Harry checked out of the hospital. I helped him to the car and set his crutches in the back seat. Before our departure, his physician gave him some medication that was making him very drowsy. We were five minutes into our drive when I looked over to see him passed out.
I turned on the radio at a low volume, my favorite host talking through the speakers. "So the hottest topic in social media this week revolves around boyband member, Harry Styles, and his brand new arm candy. This brown haired babe was seen tending to his every need this week while he was stationed in the ICU. She's very hospitable, yes. However, is she the ideal housewife? Most men want a skinny, jaw dropping broad prancing around their house. But Peyton? She is everything but. Her sloppy stature, messy hair, and bad fashion sense supply us with enough evidence to rule out any possibility of this relationship going too far." I shut off the radio, deciding to spend the rest of this drive in silence.
When we arrived at the house, I shook Harry awake, helping him up the stairs. He used me as support as he made his way to our bedroom. He collapsed on the comforter, shoes and all. "Harry, don't you want to take off the essentials before you get in bed?" He nodded weakly, "Can you?" I leaned down and untied his shoes, setting them next to the door. I helped him shed his jacket, and tucked him underneath the covers. "You haven't eaten all day, let me go make you something." He nodded, sleep already taking over his body. I kissed his forehead softly, and exited the room.
Once downstairs, I searched my cabinets for the ingredients for soup. Suddenly the phone rang, and I bounded across the room to answer it, not wanting the ringing to wake Harry. I snatched the phone from its dock and pressed talk. "Hello?" "Hi, is there a Peyton Grey there?" "This is she, may I ask who's calling?" Silence. "Miss?" She sniffled on the other end of the line, "I can't believe it's you." Was this a joke? "I'm sorry, who is this?" "Peyton, it's me. Your mother."
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