You're so beautiful, but that's not why I love you.I'm not sure you know that the reason I love you is you, being you, just you. Yeah, the reason I love you is all that we've been through. And that's why I love you.

Peyton POV

"Remember me?"

The words ring through my ears. I slowly turn to see who said it. I am greeted by two aqua blue eyes. I instantly run up and throw my arms around him.

"Niall! Oh my god! You're here! But... how? When?"

He chuckles and says, "Well, management let us come early! Surprise!"

I hug them one by one and say hi. Louis notices that I am wearing my soccer champs varsity jacket.

"That your team?" he asks in his Doncaster accent.

"Yup! We won champs the past few years!" I say, popping the p in yup.

"Wow!" he replies, stretching the word out. "What position are you?"

"Offense or mid." I reply. I know that he is the same position as me, I have gone to his games, never meeting with the boys. It was just too much to bring myself to see Niall again.

"Twinsies!" he screeches like a teenage girl. I laugh the same infectious laugh as Niall. That sets everyone else off, and soon we are crying we are laughing so hard.

"Lets go home!" Austin says. We leave just as the paps arrive.


"And this," I say, opening my bedroom door, "Is my bedroom."

They look around and gasp. Yeah, it's big. My stepdad is a doctor. Purple sparkly walls. Hardwood floors. An entertainment center. My bed was tall, with the bed on top and a desk underneath. There was a window seat and a walk in closet. Last, there were posters of famous singers, dancers, soccer players, hockey players, and gymnasts. I did all if those things, so it made sense. Not only that, but there were quotes plastered on the walls.

"Fifteen quotes," Liam muttered. "You're 15!"

"Da der! Liam is smart!"

In response, he gave me a fake dirty glare. I smirked at him.

"Yes. Every year, I sketch a sticker of a quote that goes with the past year, and send it to this company. They make the sticker, and send it to me." A chorus of "oh!"s and "I didn't know that"s echoed through the room.

"So," I ask, "Should I do, Life isn't measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the number of moments that take our breath away. or Life isn't about waiting out the storm, but learning to dance in the rain. Which one?"

"Whichever you want, love. Think about the quote and a moment that matches it." Harry says.

"Thanks, Hazz." I reply, thinking about what he said. "You're right."

The front door opens, then closes. "Mark is home!" I say.

"Mark?" Niall asks.

"Stepdad..." I reply.

"Oh..." he says.

"Hey sweetheart!" Mark says, taking off his hat. "Long day at work. Had to perform surgery at 6 A.M.!"

"Wow! What kind?" I ask.

"Heart," he says, "The person had a problem with their diebetes. That is why I keep telling you to take caution and care of yours, kiddo!"

"I am... go get changed!" I say, shooing him to the bedroom.

"I've got to go, babe. Dinner with the family! See you tomorrow?" says Austin.

"Yeah! Bye!" I reply

"Love ya!" he says with a wink

"Love you too!" I say wrapping my arms around his tall, muscular figure.

He walks out the door, and the boys look at each other and smile.

"What?" I ask.

"You really love him, don't you?" asks Niall.

"More than you love food!" I say.

"Wow! That's a lot!" he says "Why do you love him so much?"


He carves

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into the tree. His little eight year old voice makes me a promise.

"When you turn 16, I will get you a promise ring. I promise."

I blushed and kissed him on the cheek.


"That's why. He made me, well. ME."

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