Suicide Notes(h.s)

Chapter Four

"Find any new clues?" Harry asked Niall. Niall frowns,"Nope I'm stuck." Harry sighs in defeat. "Maybe I should stop trying. I'm not getting any where with these notes."
Niall's eyes went wide when Harry said that he wanted to give up. Niall knew Harry since the first day of year ten. Harry never gave up.
If Harry wanted something he would fight for it. He would go to the ends of the earth if he had to. Harry Edward Styles never gives up.
"Mate, what the hell? Don't give me that shit. You never give up, especially in a situation like this."
Harry sighs,"But I keep hitting dead ends." Niall shook his head. "Don't think like that. Did you get another note?"
Harry hadn't even thought to check for a new note. "I'm not sure, let me check."
Harry walked to his locker, putting in the combination on his lock. When it opened the note fell out and Harry caught it before it fell to the ground.
Harry opened it and read it. "Damn it! I bumped into her running to my locker to get the god damn notes! I don't pay attention!"
Niall grabbed the note out of Harry's hand and quickly read it. "Well, we know it's not Becky."
"Well there's still a whole school of girls you guys tease! You're pricks!"
Niall knew what Harry was saying was one hundred percent true. "Look you're right and I'm going to stop the shit. I'm being childish and obviously it's having an impact on people. But we have to focus on this girl and who she is.
"There has to be clues. I mean even her hand writing. We bring the notes to all the teach-"
"No we can't do that,"Harry cut Niall off,"The only people that know about this are you me and my mum. We are going to have to find other clues."
Niall sighed,"I don't know mate."
"Meet me at my house after school."
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Harry and Niall sat on Harry's bed, looking through all the notes.
"What if we say we are doing a project for phycology. We are testing something with hand writing."
"That might work but it will take a lot of time. We might be to late by then."
Harry read the forth note again.
Alone.
Harry always hated that word. When his father first left his mom was a mess. She didn't get out of bed for months. Gemma and Harry only had each other. Yet he felt like he was alone.
Then, when his sister was gone he was truly alone. Anne cried and ignored Harry. He didn't have anyone. He hated the feeling.
He didn't want this girl to feel like this.
He wants her to feel safe and loved. "Niall,"Harry hesitated,"I don't know what to do anymore."
Niall looked up at Harry, seeing so much emotion written across his face. "Lad, we'll find her. We can do it, I believe in us."
Harry sighed, still unsure. "Well we better keep trying to find clues."

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