Michaels pov
"Hey" I yelled walking into the shop.
I turned around when I felt someone smack the back of my head. It was Calum who had an annoyed look on his face.
"Stop yelling" he grumbled.
"Sorry" I laughed "where's Heather?"
Linsey smirked at me. "Why?"
"I want to see her" I whined.
"What about us?" Tessa challenged.
"Your over rated" I rolled my eyes.
"Rude" Linsey yelled.
"Just kidding I love you guys" I smiled pushing the door to the back room open.
Heather was laying on the couch in there with her back facing me. She didn't turn to face me so I assumed she was sleeping. I stood at the door for a few seconds before laying down behind her. That's when she turned over burying her face in my chest.
"Your up?" I questioned.
She nodded but wouldn't look at me. I wrapped my arms around her, rubbing her back.
"Are you ok?" I whispered into her hair. She wouldn't answer me and she wouldn't look at me. It wasn't long before I felt her shaking with sobs and her tears through my shirt.
"Sweetheart what happened?" I asked worriedly.
She pointed to her phone which was laying on the ground. I reluctantly let go of her and picked it. There was a news article that said Maria Williams confirmed dead.
I sunk to my knees in front of Heather and placed my hand on her forearm so she would look at me "Who is this?" I whispered.
"My mom" she sobbed again.
I furrowed my eyebrows and scrolled down the news article trying to find out more. I remembered Heather saying her mom left when she was little. I started tracing shapes on her arm still keeping my eyes on her phone.
"But she left" I whispered.
Heather sat up wiping her tears "When she left there was always a part of me that hoped she would come back. That I would see her again. But now it will never happen"
I stood up and hugged her. I laid my head on hers rubbing her back. This was such a terrible thing to happen. Heather had enough going on she didn't need something like this to worry about.
I brushed my thumb under her eye and pecked her forehead.
"I'll make sure everything turns out ok" I whispered laying my head on hers again.
"We use to do everything together" she started. "We would bake things and once we even wrote a song together. On days when my father was angry she would get my sketch book and we'd go up in the tree in our back yard and draw"
"Wait" I said glancing around the room.
I told Heather to sit on the couch while I got her sketch book from the corner of the room. The unopened box of colored pencils laid next to it.
"Draw your mom for me" I said softly. I sat next to Heather with my arm around her back while she started drawing.
"What do you think?" She smiled turning to show me.
"I think it's beautiful" I whispered against her lips.
I carefully ripped the paper out of her book and taped it to the wall.
"In memory of her" I smiled.