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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21. Waking Up

Harry's POV:
"I love you," I heard her say, then she kissed my hand. She probably thought I was asleep, but I had woken up a few minutes ago, right before she started talking. Everything Peyton was saying felt so right, so real. I knew that she would always be there for me. I could tell that she was hurting, though. For as long as I could remember, Peyton was never one to show emotion around people. She always kept to herself, not wanting to be the center of attention. Whenever something was bothering her, she would always keep it bottled up. I was one of the only people she could really open up to, and it felt amazing to know that she felt the same way I did.
"Harry, baby, are you crying?" I hadn't noticed how emotional I was getting until she pointed it out. But sure enough, a single tear was sliding down my face. She wiped it away with her thumb, caressing and stroking my cheek as my eyes fluttered open. Looking at her was heart breaking, she looked so distraught. When I opened my eyes, she smiled and kissed my cheek softly. "Oh my god, Harry. You had me scared to death. Please don't ever do that to me again. If I ever lost you..." she trailed off, but she didn't need to finish. I understood because I felt the same way.
I cleared my throat, "Peyton, about Taylor-" she cut me off. "No, Harry, it's fine. You don't have to explain anything." She looked down at her lap. Although she said that it didn't matter, I could tell that a part of her still cared. "Peyton. I just need you to know that there is no one in this world who I would rather call mine. Look at me," I told her, and she obeyed. I looked deep into her eyes, another tear rolling down my cheek. "When all of this is over, and I get to go back home, it will be just you and me. Forever and ever. I love you. Please, never forget that."

Peyton's POV:
I nodded. He started to move over in his bed, "Come here." I watched as he peeled back the sheets in front of him, inviting me to lay with him. I shook my head, "No, Harry. I don't want to hurt you. You need to get some rest." I began to walk out when he caught my wrist. The look he gave me resembled a hurt puppy. He knew exactly how to get what he wanted. "Peyton, please. I need to have you with me right now." I obeyed, and climbed into the bed with him, careful not to touch any of his tender spots. Harry put us in his favorite sleeping position: He was big spoon, I was little spoon.
He wrapped he arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him. He buried his face into my neck, peppering sweet kisses all over the skin. I giggled, and I felt him smile, too. Before we both dozed off, Harry began to recite a poem that he had written for me years ago.
"Loved you once, love you still," he said. "Always have, always will," I continued, "At your worst, and at your best..." He whispered in my ear, "I'll be here until your last breath."
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Have you ever experienced love before? I mean, has there ever been a time in your life where you thought to yourself, "I have found my soulmate." Growing up, I never thought that I would find someone to accept me for who I was. Everyday, I was criticized, picked on, and called every name in the book. So it was only natural for me to think that I would never find love. But sometimes in life, God sends you little surprises that put you on cloud nine.
For me, finding Harry again was my greatest moment. As I said before, I wanted to find someone who loved me for me. That was Harry–it always had been. With anyone else, I felt insecure, shy, and uncomfortable. But when I'm with him, I feel perfect. It was one thing to be called beautiful, but Harry was different. He didn't just say it, but he made me believe it. I never had to cover up around him, because he already knew everything about me. He adored every aspect of my being.
I don't think the term "in love" really serves it justice. Because I don't think love is something you just end up in. Think about it. We spend our whole lives searching for someone to spend every waking moment with, but when it happens, we don't even know it. And another thing, we don't fall in love with people as a whole, but little things about them slowly get us there. For example, I fell in love with Harry's smile, because whenever I see it, I know that he's happy. I fell in love with his heart, the way he'll drop everything to help a person in need. Most importantly, I fell in love with the fact that he fell in love with me.
As I lay here in the arms of my soulmate, I know that this was meant to be. And almost like he could read my mind, Harry tightened his grip on me, kissing the top of my head. "Sweet dreams, love."
And in that moment, I swear, we were infinite.
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