Not A Fan(Niall Horan Fanfic)

Chapitre 4. {edited}

 Heather's pov

I gasped and backed away slowly to where my back was against the wall. Oh my god. I am freaking out. I'm in the same room as a freaking dead body! And not any body but my fathers! Should I call the police? Ambulance? I've never been in this situation before. I was literally shaking with worry. I ran out of the room and ran across the hall to get my cellphone. I figured the quickest thing to do would to diall 999.

I quickly dialed the number as fast as I could possibly type with shaky hands. I was so scared right now. I hate dead people. I hate death! Most of all though is my father is gone. It of course won't affect my life at home but I would still be a little sad. I mean who wouldn't? All the memories we shared came running back until I heard the voice on the other line. "999 where is your current location?"

Oh shoot! I don't know my current location. My voice trembled as I spoke "I don't know the address."

"Don't worry sweety. We can find your location through the mobile phone number on our gps navigator. We will be there shortly. Just stay calm."

The phone went dead and I nodded even though they couldn't see it. I started crying and thought it would be best not to contact my mum until the emergency vehicle got here so that they could help me.

Very quickly I got a knock on the door and a shout "can we come in?"

I ran towards the door and opened it. It was two nurses and a fire fighter. My voice trembled as I tried to speak. "Father. Dead." I couldn't get the words out fast enough. They quickly nodded there heads understanding what I was going through.

"Where is he honey?" Their voices were laced with concern.

"Room. Upstairs." My voice trembled on. They rushed upstairs and I followed after more terrified than I have ever been in my life. I just got here 2 days ago. What was my mum going to say when I told her the news?

They rushed into the room where my father's body was laying and a nurse that looked quite nice stayed out in the hallway with me.

"Honey It's not good for you to be in here. Would you mind going outside with me?" I nodded not knowing how to speak as I followed the nice nurse outside my father's house. We got outside and just stood there in the driveway standing motionless not speaking, nor was I crying. I was just silently thinking over what was happening. I come here hoping to actually spend time with my father and then two days later he dies. That was the depressing part.

All the childhood memories I had with him before he moved to England four years ago. They never faded away. I still loved my dad even though I ddin't ever really see him even when he did live in America. I saw him maybe once every two months but when I did see him I had so much fun. All those were gone though when he moved to England. All the memories just washed away and I grew to be attached to my mother and love her more than anybody in the world no madder how much I wouldn't admit it to any of my friends. Now 4 years later I'm back after hearing my dad is going to die soon and he dies 2 days into my visit. I think I would have just been better off just not knowing he was going to die. I would have never asked about him .It wouldn't have been as heartbroken. But here I was two years later. It was too late.

I stood there taking in the surroundings when I saw the ambulance dudes came out with a stretcher and my dad on it. They put him in the back of the ambulance. The guy came up to me. "We are taking him to the hospital. He is not officially dead yet. His heart stopped but we are going to see if we can save him before it is too late. You will be riding in another ambulance with Nurse Jenny."

So that was nice nurse's name. I nodded not daring to speak as I hopped into the second ambulance with Nurse Jenny.

The ride the hospital was not long at all and in fact only took about 5 minutes. It was the biggest hospital in Cheshire. We entered the back in the emergency entrance and I was asked to wait in the waiting room. Luckily I had my phone in my pocket so I felt more safe about being a American girl in the middle of England without a parent that was currently alive or at least stable. I took out my phone and texted my mom.