Emma's POV
Homecoming was in a 6 days.
My mom is pregnant.
Niall was taking me to homecoming.
He was also going to therapy.
It's Monday. Homecoming is this Saturday at the school. Me and Niall decided that we would just be going together, no group, just us too. He doesn't like people too much like i said before, so i'm even surprised that he's taking me to a big dance.
Dance's are gross. Sweaty people grinding and rubbing against each other. The drunks. The sluts. The nerds. And the just go home now before I stab you people.
I strutted out of the front doors of the school, and wandered over to the cherry tree. There he was, his hair swooped up, looking down at his phone. His glasses always got me, they made his facial features stand out to me.
As I walked over, he looked up. A grin appeared on his face and he grabbed his school bag before trotting over towards me. His feet stopped himself as he stood in front of me.
"hey" he said quietly. I smiled and he leaned over and gave a soft kiss to my cheek. I blushed.
"You ready?" I asked him.
His grin slightly disappeared, but he was still content. He nodded his head "I have to do this" he confessed. I nodded along with him as I grabbed his hand and our fingers intertwined.
We took of toward the parking lot so we could get to my car and drive to therapy. I called in the day I told him he had to do get help. We got in the car and i started driving. The office was a 15 minutes away. He could breathe for a little bit before. I could totally tell he was nervous. He kept adjusting his glasses and when he had his hands in his lap, he was grasping them together.
The ride seemed like forever. It was a silent drive. And once we got there, he nearly jumped out of the car and sprinted to the door. I locked the car and Niall opened the door for me, not making eye contact.
We walked into the building and it was really nice. There was carpeted floors, fireplace, looked homey. I walked up to the desk with my boy and he grabbed my hand. He nervously looked at the other people sitting in the waiting room, and i squeezed his hand in reassurance.
The receoptionist lady looked up, annoyingly chewing her gum "Name please" she spat out in between chomps.
"Horan." I said. Niall shivered throughout his body. I turned my head slightly and smiled letting him know it was ok. His blue eyes were glossed with tears. I didn't know it was going to be this rough. He already knew what he was going to have to talk about.
The lady wrote down the names and told us to sit down and wait until his name was called. She then mentioned to me quietly that I was not allowed in the room with Niall and that I had to wait out here. My heart about stopped, he wouldn't make it through without someone by his side. I nervously swallowed and Niall's eye's widened. "W-what?" he whispered as we took our seats.
I sighed "I-I'm not allowed to go in with you." I quickly told him.
His face turned pale and he shivered again. He started to blink rapidly and a tear fell down.
"Shhh" I said leaning over and hugging him. His arm's wrapped around me and pulled me close. He sobbed a couple times but not too bad since we were in public. I rubbed the blue eyed boy's back, scratching a little patch every once in a while. It seemed to sooth him.
Suddenly a door on the other side of the room opened. A tall man with grey hair was standing there with a clipboard "Horan?" He announced. Niall pulled away from me and gulped.
It's gonna be ok I mouthed to him and grabbed his hand and rubbed it with my thumb. Niall slowly stood up and shoved his hands deep into his pockets. He walked over towards the man and they exchanged smiled. The door closed and he was gone.
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He came out in tears. Bloody tears. His hair was lying flat on his head, no longer up and styled. His glasses were held in his hands, shaking as he ran through the lobby. People's head's snapped up and I jumped out of my chair running after him. He didn't look up once. He bolted out of the office and ran to the car. I chased after him calling his name, tears started to form in my eyes too.
As we got closer to the car, Niall passed it and sped up. I hadn't been running in a while and I was losing breath.
His blonde hair got farther and farther away. The distance increased between us and he turned down an alley of some sort. That's when I knew I had to bolt it.
My legs burned from the stomping on the concrete, my heart felt as though it would explode. I didn't care right now. I knew he was doing something he shouldn't.
One block to go. I forced my body to keep going until I approached the alley. I turned down and I saw a shadow of someone at the dead end of it.
I could see an outline of them, and when I did, my heart stopped. I saw his hair, his glasses were back on but this time, he was holding a sharp knife in the air, turned towards his abdomen.
This was all my fault.
If i hadn't made him go he wouldn't be sad.
He wouldn't be crying.
He wouldn't be contemplating death.
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