Pull the Trigger

Heather suffers through depression, as her mom passes away and dad starts to act differently. When she returns back to school, she meets a new curly haired boy named Harry. For now, they're just friends, but she has no clue what life will come to her. Dreams get filled with ending her life, with a gun beside her...can that one person change her life, or will it be too late?

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5. Are You Okay?

*Harry's P.O.V.*

Well my first day wasn't the best day ever, I never really expected it to be any better anyways. Shit. I'm late. Whatever. I went up to my locker, making sure I had everything, my headphones, myself, yah, I'm pretty well prepared.

I walked up to the door to where my first class stood, English. I peeked into the little window on the door to see who was here and who was not, until I was interrupted by the door opening, looking straight into my eyes,

"You're late, Mr. Styles."

I ignored the lousy teacher and went to my seat.

"Mr. Styles, you will be sitting next to Ms. Sparkson."

I looked at her with a different look, who was Sparkson?

Then she pointed my seat out, realizing I was next to that girl. I can finally get to know her, everything that I wanted to know, was right next to-

"We're on page 145 on the bottom of the page"

"Oh, thanks,"

I felt like an idiot. She's not eve interested in me and I'd never get to talk to her because she's so focused on the teacher and not even paying attention to me.

*Heather's P.O.V.*

This Styles kid is getting kind of creepy. Every time I look down to turn the page, he would look at me. Then he would ask me all these different, stupid questions like, 'What page are we on?' Or 'What's your favorite color?'. He would not leave me alone, probably won't ever leave my side. He was not my type. Especially when he keeps talking to me.

But I gotta admit, he is pretty cute. With his brown curly hair and his emerald eyes. What am I thinking, he's flawless. I couldn't let that change my opinion on him. He must be just one of those football jocks. At the end of the hour, I looked over at the blonde kid I saw yesterday. He gave me a little smile and made a hand gesture to me to come over to him. He had a blue and red plaid shirt on with nice blue jeans.

"Hey, you're Heather, right?"

The way he said my name sounded so adorable, with a sweet, Irish accent. How adorable.

"Yah, what's your name?"

"I'm Niall, Niall Horan."

"Well it's nice to meet you, Niall. I hope we can talk more often. My desk buddy is really annoying me."

"Your desk buddy? Oh him? That's Harry, he's a friend of mine,"

"Oh I'm sorry I said that."

"Haha it's ok, he probably likes you."

Likes me? Why me? Out of everyone of the whole high school he likes me? That's can't be true. He's not, not my type.

"Huh, that's weird,"

The bell rang and we said goodbye. I was so nervous for choir. First I find the bitch from my old school and now I have competition for soprano. I've never been so nervous. Come on, Heather. You had to know this was coming. Just don't give your hopes up. Just go for it.

Then I took a moment to myself at my locker and looked at my wrist. Scars were covering my skin. Maybe if I get the part I'll stop. I took a deep breath, and went to my next class.

*Harry's P.O.V.*

I couldn't believe my eyes when she sat up and went to Niall to talk to. Does she like him more than me? Is she even interested in me? I couldn't help myself. I've never felt this way about anyone before. The moment I looked into her eyes I felt a wind blow between us, a type of wind that told me it could be meant to be. Maybe I was wrong about that sudden wind, maybe she's not into me at all. Maybe, she's just another girl in the world. Not mine.

*Heather's P.O.V.*

This new school is starting to be a real pain. I couldn't help but noticing that everyone had friends to talk to, and boys to flirt with. I felt like the girl in Mean Girls, sitting in the bathroom eating lunch. It was lunch time, and that was what I had to do. I went to grab my lunch and looked one last time at the cafeteria. Sighing, I walked to the girls bathroom, just across the hall.

Then a sudden voice stopped me,

"Hey! Heather!"

I recognized that voice from somewhere. It came from someone with a cute, Irish accent.

"Niall!! Hey!"

"Why are you bringing your lunch to the bathroom?"

"I...uh...always bring it with me...so no one takes it..."

I started smiling like an idiot, hoping he would buy it.

"You don't have a seat for lunch, don't you?"

He knew I was lying, he's not dumb. I shook my head, looking at the ground.

"Come Heather, I've got a seat for ya."

He had to be joking. No one has ever done that for me. I wonder if he does it to everyone.

"Thanks Niall:)"

"No problem!"

We walk over to where he was sitting, he sat with one guy I had no clue who he was, and then I saw him,

The guy with the emerald eyes,

Mr. Styles,

I sat next to Niall, feeling really weird, someone actually invited me to their table, I couldn't make any mistakes.

"So, Heather, I want you to meet some of my friends, Gerald and Harry."

Harry gave me a smirk that made my chest numb. He was so, addicting to look at,

Was I really saying he's actually cute?

It had to be, but I said hi to both, eating my lunch as politely as I could.

I was mostly quiet throughout the whole lunchtime, just listening to Niall's conversations is all I could really do. Whenever there was a joke, Niall would laugh so hard, I made me wanna laugh hard. He had the most hilarious laugh. Then Harry would laugh, with his eyes tightly shut. These guys have got to be the best of friends.

When lunch was over, I told everyone goodbye and quickly ran to the choir room. The first mistake I could make was being late, which I would never want that to happen, especially when there are auditions going on. I got there just in time to practice on the other side of the room. I did some warmup notes to warm up my voice. I took deep breaths, and took a look at myself in the mirror, repeating, 'You can do this, you can do this,'. Then I took my seat and looked around the room, then I saw Trisha, brushing her hair before sitting down, can her hair ever get any more straighter?

"Ok class! Now it is time for auditions! Now I will go alphabetical order, and when it's your turn, you must state your first and last name and what part you are trying out for. If you mess up, you get two more tries. After your audition, you give me your music and tell me anything else you would want me to know on a separate sheet of paper, or on a sticky note."

Sounds pretty easy, just three times I could mess up, and I don't want that to happen. I looked through my music sheet, going through every note in my head. The first girl was up, and her name was Anne. She was trying out as an alto. She sang 'Skinny Love' by Birdy. I always thought of that song for a soprano, but man did she prove me wrong. She was good, I mean really good. She did pretty good on the piano too. By the look on her face, she wasn't nervous. Usually most altos aren't as nervous, some are, and some just know they're going to be in that spot. But that was definitely not me.

The auditions kept on going, with some goods and some bad. He wouldn't tell them what they are, all he would say is 'Next,'.

Trisha was up, which meant I was next after her. She looked like a perfect Barbie doll, with her beautiful blonde, wavy hair, and no split ends. When she started to sing her song she chose, I realized she also chose Skinny Love. You could tell, by the look on her face, she was pissed at Anne. Trisha was not even close to being better than Anne. Anne won by a long shot, and she wasn't even trying for soprano. When she was done, she gave herself a bow and a fake, bitchy smile. Then I looked at my notes one more-

"Next up, Heather Sparkson."

Oh shit, I'm up. I stood up, looking around at all the different faces around me. I took small breaths and positioned myself on the piano seat. The piano wasn't sorted differently, so it should be easier for me to play.

"Heather Sparkson, auditioning for soprano."

I sat down, setting up my music and preparing to hit the first note.

I began the beginning of Viva la Vida. I can feel myself shaking inside, I kept saying to myself,

'Heather, you can do this, do it for Mom. Show her who you are.'

I began my chorus with a good start, staring at the keys on the piano playing at my fingertips. I sort of...smiled. I was having fun, like I always do. I felt, happy. What was I afraid of? I was singing, with joy. I reached the high note, with no fear ahead of me. Then I finished feeling like it was all a happy ending,

"...that was when I ruled the world..."

I looked around me, waiting for applause, and applause did I get. I started smiling like a freak. I did it, I actually did it! I turn my head towards the door. Seeing a guy smiling at me. I suddenly got really nervous.

Was he there the whole time? Did he really hear me through that window?

I stared to shake, i wasn't feeling right, at all. I got up to hand the teacher my music sheet. When he was rarely reaching out to grab the sheet, I slowly slam on the floor, not being able to get up.

I was unconscious for a while, opening my eyes slowly. All I could see was a bright light shining in my eyes, and all of the choir class around me. I couldn't move, all I could do was listen,

"Class! Class! Move away from her! Go on now! MOVE!"

Then I say a face that wasn't a girls. It was a boy. It looked like the boy from the window. I felt something shoved into my pocket, watching him walk away, out the door. Then people began to carry me down the hall, down to where it looks like the parking lot.

They took me into an ambulance and the. I just closed my eyes, hoping to wake up soon.

I slowly opened my eyes again, looking around. I was in a room, with a tube in my arm. What had happened to me? I turned to my left, looking out the window, then to my right, where my father sat.

"Thank goodness you're awake, are you alright?"

"Wha-what happened to me daddy? Where am I?"

"You're in the hospital, sweetie. You passed out in your choir room, badly hitting your head on the floor, giving you a concussion. How do you feel?"

"I feel fine now, just a little light-headed."

"That's normal, I'm just glad you're ok."

He came up to me, giving me a light, soft hug. I haven't hugged him ever since the day Mom died. It was a good feeling, knowing that he really does care about me. I sat up, breathing in the fresh air. I looked at my wrist, which was all bandaged up, oh no, they found my secret.

"...I also wanted to talk to you about something, Heather."

Oh shit. Here it comes...

"When did you start doing this?"

He pointed at my bandaged wrist, while I can feel it sting. I jerk it away from him, holding it with my left hand,

"...it's nothing Dad, I was at school and I scratched it on the corner of the table, it's a pretty sharp corner."

"Oh, ok honey, I just hope it's nothing else, because that's pretty bad."

"I know, I know Dad,"

"Be careful next time, ok?"

"Ok Dad."

Well I'm glad I thought of that. He would've killed me if he found out about my depression. He would never be the same, just like me.

I set my wrist down, digging into my pockets. I touched something in my right pocket that I don't remember putting in my pocket. Then I remembered someone shoving something into my pocket before leaving my side. I grab the object out of my pocket to examine what it was. It was a folded up piece of paper. I opened it up slowly, looking at the handwriting. I've never seen this type of handwriting before. I hear someone knocking on the door, quickly shoving the paper back in my pocket. It was the doctor.

"Hello, Ms. Sparkson, how are you feeling?"

"A little light-headed, other than that, I'm fine."

"Ok, that's good, now I'm just gonna ask a few personal questions so we can put your condition on the records. How old are you?"

"I'm 16."

"Do you play any sports?"

"No"

"This happened in choir, yes?"

"Yah."

"Grade?"

"Junior"

"11th, ok. And have you had any previous concussions before this?"

"No"

"Ok, that is all, you are now free to go whenever you're ready."

"Thank you."

I looked at the clock across from the bed, it was around the end of the day, so I might as well skip the rest and just go home. I still wanted to open that note, but I decided to just wait till I get home. Who was there? Who gave me the note?

***hey guys!! I noticed some things weren't right in the novel so I changed it a little so it makes more sense!! Hope you guys like it!! I'll be on a plane tomorrow for a few hours so I won't be able to create another chapter for a while. I might be able to !(: toodaloo!! :D

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