Living With The Taylor's [COMPLETED]

Chapter Twenty-One: "I'm coming over there to throw some hands!"

Chapter Twenty-One: "I'm coming over there to throw some hands!"

"Knock, knock," I hear a voice say.

I pull my AirPods out of my ears and turn around. Through my window are Ryan and Kenzie.

"Hey, what's up?" I ask, climbing back inside through my window.

"Everyone is going out to dinner," Ryan says.

"Yeah, we're leaving in like five minutes. I just wanted to warn you!" Kenzie explains.

"Oh," I respond, "Thanks. I'll be down soon."

Kenzie smiles and they leave my room.

I change into a pair of jeans and a nice top before tucking my phone and AirPods into my back pocket and heading downstairs.

I ride to the restaurant with Cody, Max, Ryan, and Kenzie.

Once we get there, we tell the hostess how many we are and we all get seated near the back of the restaurant. The restaurant is very nice, with old brick walls and pretty paintings on the walls. The waiters and waitresses are dressed in all black.

I sit between Max and Tyler and across from Cody, Kenzie, and Ryan. The rest of the family is at the other side of the table.

I start looking through the menu while everyone makes small talk.

"What are you getting?" Max mumbles in my ear.

"I don't know yet. Probably a burger," I reply back.

Max nods his head as a response and leans back in his chair.

After the waitress introduces herself and takes our drink orders, I overhear the couple behind us speaking.

"Did you hear about the plane crash on the news?" One asks.

"Yeah," The other replies, "It was awful."

"Yeah. There weren't any survivors. How terrible."

I fee the panic attack coming before it happens, so I bolt out of my seat and mumble, "Excuse me," before running out of the restaurant.

I slide down the side of the wall, starting to hyperventilate.

Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out.

Why isn't the breathing helping?

Eventually I start to feel the tears slide down my cheeks and the space around me getting smaller and smaller.

"Peyton?" I hear a voice call, "Peyton!"

I feel Max's arms wrap around my body, and I slowly uncoil to wrap my arms around his neck and sob into his neck.

"It's okay, Peyton. Breathe, just breathe."

My breathing eventually starts to slow and the tears stop, so I pull away and wipe my hand under my eyes.

"You okay?" He asks, concern plastered all over his face.

I nod, looking down at my lap.

"Do you want to go back inside?"

I nod.

"Here," He says, holding out his hand.

I place mine in his and we stand up, but I stumble, feeling lightheaded.

"Woah," Max mumbles, catching me before I fall.

"Sorry," I whisper, "I'm just a little lightheaded."