Barely Breathing

"The day before your whole life changes forever, feels just like any other day"
Alison was just a girl. She just transferred schools, getting that fresh start she wanted since she was 12. But at that school, she found what she least expected. Friends. She hasn't ever really had a friend before. She had her flaws, like being afraid of the dark, and being alone. But, she was also afraid of love. That's where she's different, all of the girls in school are dreaming of love. Not Ali. Another flaw, her dad left when she was 12. She still hears her moms cries at night. She became popular, keeping her past a secret. That is, until, her little brother Kyle drowned while at the beach- when Ali was supposed to be watching him. She's devastated. But then, Louis comes along. Everyone has to face their fears, right? What happens when Louis falls for Ali but she turns him down? Will he give up or stick around for the fight?


1. Chapter 1

    "Alison! Hurry up! Don't want to be late for your first day of school!" My mom yelled from downstairs. Today was my first day at the new school. I ran downstairs and stood in front of my mom.

"How do I look?" I said, running my fingers through my long, wavy, golden-blonde hair.

"Beautiful." She smiled. I rolled my eyes and gave my little brother, Kyle a hug.

"Have fun at school, Ali!" Kyle said. I ruffled his hair and headed to the door. I was walking today, my mom thought it would be a good idea, get a see of the neighborhood. Her mind works in funny ways but she always ends up being right. That's what moms are for, right?

It wasn't very cold out but it wasn't warm, either. Doncaster is definitely different than Texas. I come from America, my mom moved us to England to give us a new start. It took her three years but she finally gave in. Kyle was just as excited as me. He was only four when my dad left. He wasn't sure what was going on but he knew he was leaving and that's enough to scar a kid. I was twelve, and fully understood what was happening. I try not to talk about it to anyone. Ever. Since then, Kyle and I have been very close. Even though he's only seven and I'm fifteen, he's my best friend.

I arrived at the school, and it was much smaller than the one back home. I went to the office and got my time table. I looked it over a few times, I have English first. Great. Not my best subject. I sighed and looked for my locker. On here, it says locker 179. 

Locker 176, 177, 178, oh, here it is. Locker 179. I put my combination in the lock and opened the locker. These lockers are even smaller than the ones back home. I put the books I won't need back in the locker and locked it again. I turned around, and started walking to my first class. This school isn't that big, it can't be that hard. Can it?

I was roaming the halls looking for the class for about ten minutes. No luck. I'm five minutes late for class. This school is actually bigger than it looks. 

"Lost?" Someone calls from behind me. I spin around and a girl with shaggy blonde hair is walking towards me. She takes the time table from my hands and her face lights up. 

"We're both going to English! Now I have an excuse for being late! Come on!" She takes my wrist and drags me to the classroom. She opened the door and an annoyed looking teacher looked turned to face us.

"Carrie, what did I tell you about being late? You disrupt class and you-" He stopped mid sentence and turned his attention towards me. "Who are you?"

"Alison Winters, I'm-" Carrie, I suppose that's her name, interrupts me.

"You see, Mr. T, I was helping Alison find her way to class, she was lost."

"Oh! Alison! It's great of you to come! Come in!" I followed him in and looked at the class. Carrie hurried to her seat in the back of the class.

"Everybody, this is Alison. She's our new student from America. Everybody make her feel welcome." I put on a fake smile and waved. 

"You can sit over there by Mister Tomlinson." He points to a seat by the window in the back.

"But sir, Hannah sits there." A preppy red head called from the other side of the room.

"Oh, I guess your right, er- sit there for today and I'll call the janitor in later to bring an extra desk." I smiled and walked to the desk. I tried to keep my face down, knowing everyone was staring at me. It wasn't a good feeling, you know, if I mess up today, that's how the whole school will remember me. I have to try and play it cool all day, and maybe make some friends for once.

At my old school, I didn't really have any friends, except Katie, my best friend. Now, my best friend is Kyle. I know I should really make some friends my age but no one really ever likes me. Maybe it'll be different this year, and maybe it won't. I don't really mind, though. 

"I'm Louis." The boy next to me said. I looked at him and smiled.


"Beautiful name, Alison." He said, causing me to blush a little. Then, Mr. T hit Louis' desk with a ruler. He wasn't that old, actually, he looked like he was still in his twenties. What made this young guy so uptight? 

"Louis, no flirting with the new girl while I'm trying to teach." He smirked. What is this about?

"I wasn't flirting, Mr. T" He just laughed and walked back to the front of the class. I just sat there confused. Louis looked at me and chuckled.

"He's my cousin. Mr. T, Tomlinson." Oh... I guess that makes sense. 

"Oh, okay." I smiled then started paying attention to the lesson. Now I see the resemblance of the two. They both have hazel-brown hair, but Louis' is longer and more flow-y, if that's a word, and they're both kinda cute, if I'm being honest. But I have no chance whatsoever with either of them, one because he's my teacher, and two because Louis seems to be a more popular guy.

The bell rang, saying we had about ten minutes to get to our next class. Math. I'm actually surprisingly good at math, unlike English.

"Hey girl!" Carrie said, coming up to me. "You kinda saved me back there so, that makes me in your will." She said, following me to my locker. 

"Well, actually, you saved me first or else I would have never found the class but, if you insist... I need to know where Math is..." I said, looking down at the piece of paper in my hands. 

"Which teacher?" 

"Mrs. Wright..." She smiled and pointed to a door directly across from the English class I just left. Well, that won't be hard to remember. 

"Thanks." I smiled, walking past her to the class. When I reached the class, I went to the teachers desk and cleared my throat. She looked up at me and smiled.

"You must be Alison, I'm Mrs. Wright." She held out her hand for me to shake and I quickly shook her hand. She pointed to a seat more towards the back. I was sort of hoping to be in the front but I won't complain. I sat in the seat, which was behind the preppy red-head from English. 

"Alison! We're in English together, right?" She said, turning around to face me. I smiled and nodded. "I'm Imogen, but everyone calls me Immy." 

"Nice to meet you, Immy."

"Hey, would you mind sitting with me and my friends at lunch, I think Hannah might like you."  What does she mean by that? I just smile and nodded. 

"Sure, why not." She smiled and turned back to Mrs Wright. Am I actually making friends? Huh. 


The rest of the morning kind of just flew by. I was going to music class now, then lunch time! I walked into the room, or shall I say ginormous auditorium with an inviting stage. This place is breathtaking. I've always been the musical type. Before my dad left, he taught me piano. He always encouraged me to be something with music. He said I was the most beautiful singer. But, he was lying. Everything he's ever done or said was a lie. I don't know why he left, all's I know is he did. 

I walked in, looking at my surroundings. Then, I looked up to the stage, and on it was a beautiful piano. It was a silver that glistened in the spotlights above. With a nice, fabric bench where the pianist could sit while he played. I imagined my dad. He was sitting there, hitting each note with pride. A single tear slid down my face. I missed him. Even though he left our family, I couldn't hate him. Ever. 

"You okay?" Louis said, standing in front of me. I jumped, and snapped back to reality. I looked at him and nodded. 

"Yeah, I'm fine." I said, walking past him. I went to the teacher. She smiled when she saw me. 

"Miss Winters. It's great to finally meet you! Your old music teacher has told me a lot about you!" She beamed. My old music teacher?  

"You know Mrs. Boye?" I said, a little confuse. 

"Yes, we went to college together. I'm from Texas too, you know. Small world, yeah?" I nodded and smiled. I miss Mrs Boye as well. She was always my favorite teacher.

"Now, take a seat and let's get this show on the road!" She smiled, walking to the mic on the stage. I sat down in one of the red velvet seats. "Hello, everyone!" She said. The class said a 'Hello Miss Rachel' in a mono tone sort of way. 

"Well, we have a new student, Alison why don't you come up here?" I looked at her for a brief second before standing up and hesitantly walking up to the stage. When I finally got up there her smile grew wider. "Alison is going to sing for us!" I quickly snapped my head at her, panic in my eyes. "Come on, just one song. Feel free to use the piano, too."

"No, really, I'm good. I'm sure you don't want to listen to me sing." I started shaking my head.

"Pssh.. nonsense! This is music class! Now, sing." She said, motioning to the piano. I sighed and went over to the piano. There was already a mic set up. I sat down on the bench and slid my fingers over the keys. I took a deep breath and started to play. 

"Step one you say we need to talk
He walks you say sit down it's just a talk
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through
Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
And you begin to wonder why you came

  Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life"

I sang the beginning of the song and everyone stopped what they were doing and went quiet, bringing their full attention to me.

"Let him know that you know best
Cause after all you do know best
Try to slip past his defense
Without granting innocence
Lay down a list of what is wrong
The things you've told him all along
And pray to God, he hears you
And I pray to God, he hears you"

I was putting my full heart into the song. I was shaking, scared I'd mess up, but I hadn't yet. And I really hope I don't.

"Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

As he begins to raise his voice
You lower yours and grant him one last choice
Drive until you lose the road
Or break with the ones you've followed
He will do one of two things
He will admit to everything
Or he'll say he's just not the same
And you'll begin to wonder why you came

  Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

How to save a life

  How to save a life

  Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

  Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

How to save a life

  How to save a life"

I finished the song, feeling a small tear on my cheek. I wiped it quickly, hoping no one noticed. And thankfully, they didn't. They all started clapping. Miss Rachel smiled at me. I smiled back and went to my seat. Everyone started complimenting me, saying how nice my voice was. I just smiled and thanked them. No one ever told me how nice my voice was, you know, besides my mom, dad and Kyle. I mean, my old music teacher did too, but none of the other kids. Everyone here seemed so nice. I'm actually really happy with this new school. 

  Class was finally over and we got to go to lunch. I walked into the cafeteria and looked for Immy. Then, Carrie walked over to me. 

  "Hey, want to sit with me?" I looked around one last time for her, but she wasn't there so I just nodded and followed her to a table. There was only one more person there. She smiled when she saw me.  

  "Hey, I'm Bea!" She said, waving. I smiled and waved back, sitting across from her.


  "So Alison, where you-" She was cut off by Immy yelling my name. I snapped my head back looking at her. She was motioning me to come over there. I looked back at Carrie and Bea and they just looked surprised.

  "Sorry guys, I kinda promised I would sit with her..."

  "Oh no, that's okay. Just be careful. They are the plastics of the school." Carrie said, glaring at Immy.

  "Plastics?" I questioned.

  "Mean girls, the popular's." Bea said. "Better not keep them waiting." She said, I got up and walked over to the other table. It was much more crowded. Popular's? And they want to hang out with me?

  "Hey Ali!" Immy said. A big smile was plastered to her face. I fake smiled back and sat next to her.

"What's up Immy?" I said, trying to play it cool and hide my un-comfortableness.   

"Nothing, but what were you doing with those dorks?" She said, motioning to Carrie and Bea.

  "Well, they asked me to sit with them and I couldn't find you so..." She laughed. More like giggled in this really annoying way. 

  "You have a lot to learn, honey." I have a feeling that's not a good thing. "Hey everyone who doesn't know, this is Alison!" Immy said, motioning back to me. 

  "Does Hannah know yet?" A brunette whispered to Immy, but I could still hear. 

  "Look at her, Hannah will definitely approve." She said, smiling at me

  "Yeah, she is very pretty. Hi, I'm Caitlyn ." She smiled and I smiled and nodded. "How about you come shopping with us later?" I smiled, even though I hated shopping, I agreed.   "Our friend's sweet sixteen is this weekend, she's at the spa today with her mom but we are shopping with her, so you'll meet her later." Immy said, I smiled again, but what if she doesn't like me? Then what? Caitlyn must have noticed the worried look on my face.    "Don't worry, babe, she'll love you." She said, reassuringly. The way people are making this girl sound makes me very unsure. We'll just have to see how it turns out...    

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