Athelia Queann is living the glamorous life in London as one of the richest people in England. She's a big sensation, and everything the fans thinks she's not. She's manipulative, spoiled, selfish and nothing is never good enough for a star like her. Behind all the glitter and the fake smile, a loneliness is slowly tearing her up inside. But one day a person enters her life and changes everything. Even though Athelia don't want anyone to come this close to her, that one person starts becoming really importnant whether she wants it or not. That person is someone she used to know as Niall Horan from One Direction. Nothing more.


26. Lifeless

Athelia's P.O.V

I heard knocking on my door and without waiting for permission Dorthya walked into my room. Carefully she moved closer to my bed where I was lying tucked in in my silk blankets wearing pyjamas. I had been lying there the last days since the thing with Naill had happened. I only got up when I needed something Dorthya couldn't get for me. Lucklily I had christmas break from work, so I didn't really see any reason to get up. It was the second of April and I still hadn't got any happy new year wishes from anyone at work. Actually I hadn't spoken to anyone besides Dorthya since that day. My only friend was not my friend any longer. I had lost him.

"What?", I hissed and looked pissed at her.

"You okay miss. Queann?", she asked  with a worried look on her face while sitting down at the end of my bed.

I lifted my head from my pillow and looked at her for some seconds.

"I'm fine", I groaned and pulled the duvets up under my chin so I was totally covered.

"You not left you room since that tuesday miss.... what happened?".

"Nothing! Nothing happened Dorthya.... ", I said exhausted. "Please go. I need to be alone".

"No. Miss. Athelia what has happened? Is it that boy?", she asked still looking really worried but this time a tiny smile grew on her lips when saying the two last words.

"What boy? No!", I snapped at her wrinkeling my eyebrows. Did she know about us? Us. The words kept playing on repeat in my head. Us. What were I doing? There was no us. Not anymore. The words not anymore made my heart hurt for some short seconds.

"That blonde, I see him. He's been here some times, right? ", she smiled.

I swallowed hard. "I don't know what you're talking about. And it doesn't matter anyway. We're done". We're done. The words kept playing on repeat in my head and made my heart sink.

"So that is why you always in you room. You sad, isn't you miss. Athelia?".

"No", I sighed resting my head in my hands. "It had gotten way to far, we just didn't realize it before it got ..... way to stupid".

"You think love is stupid?".

"No... yes...No... I mean... that wasn't love", I mumbled hearing the confusion in my own voice. I couldn't tell how I was feeling. I kept telling my self I was okay, but it still felt like something deep inside of me was bleeding. But I refused to belive that. I was fine, it had been my own decision. We was to young and had been stupid enough to let ourself belive it was love.

"I think it was. I see the was you looked at blonde miss...".

"Dorthya....", I hissed trying to keep my voice a bit down. All she really did was try to help me, but I just couldn't stop myself from getting annoyed at her. "I just wanna be alone".

She sighed and got up from my bed walking towards the door. She turned around and looked at me with concern and a bit of compassion in her brown eyes.

"I must tell you just one thing miss Athelia....", she mumbled with her wierd accent sounding sad and resignedly. "You should not be so afraid of love. It's not so dangerous as you think".

"I'm not afraid...", I mumbled, but didn't get to finish before she had left the room.

No one's P.O.V

"What the fuck has happened to him?", Harry mumbled checking his phone one last time. "He don't return our calls, our texts... he won't show up at reharsels... What is he doing?!".

Liam who was driving the car sighed loudly while keeping his eyes on the road. "I don't know. I'm starting to worry about him".

"Good decison to go check up on him", Harry said putting his phone back in the pocket of his jacket.

Liam nodded stopping the car as they arrived to the bulding Niall lived in. He sighed and looked up at the window he knew belonged to Niall's appartment.

"Dear god... what if we're gonna find his dead body murdered in the bathroom?", he said glancing at Harry. "It will all be our fault, because we didn't check up on him sooner".

"Liam..", Harry sighed almost sounding like he was holding back a laugh. "I'm sure he's just fine. C'mon". He opened the door and stepped outside. The cold hit him like a hard slap in the face. The weather was grey, filled with big clouds and drizzling was quietly fallng from the sky.

The boys took the elevator up to the floor were Niall lived. Carefully they knocked on the door, hoping he would open so the worried stone both of them was carrying would go away.

"Please open up the door Niall..", Liam whispered to himself biting his lip.

Harry leaned closer to the door and knocked as hard as he could. So hard he hurt his knuckles.

"Oh gosh Harry... what on earth has happened to him?", Liam said in a worried tone.

"Try to call Athelia, maybe she knows..".

Liam pulled up his phone from the pocket in his pants. He quikly dialed Athelias number. After four very long seconds her voice finally sounded in the other end.

"Hello? Athelia? It's Liam!".

"Liam?", she whispered. Her voice sounded hoarse like she had been sleeping.... or crying?

"We haven't heard from Niall for days now, and we were wondering if you knew where he is or what he's doing?".

"No, I don't. I have to go Liam". She hung up making Liam wrinkel his eyebrows looking confused at Harry.

"It was like she didn't even wanna to talk to me".

"Wierd.... if her boyfriend is gone, shouldn't she be worried too?", Harry said.

Liam nodded. "We have to get inside".

Harry nodded and started to knock again. "NIALL!! It's Liam! And Harry! Open up!".

Harry kneeled down and leaned closer to the door and tried to listen if he could hear anything from inside. "It's like no one's home...", he mumbled looking up at Liam.

"NIALL!", Harry tried on last time. Still without any luck.

"Step back", he ordered and Liam quikly obeyed. Harry took a deep breath. With all the power he had in his body he threw himself at the door which gave a tiny crack. Harry did it one more time, another and another again until the door was so ruined they could kick it open with their feet.

The boys stepped inside and a strong smeel of alchohol, sweat and everything else than fresh air surounded them. The air was thick, almost like a fog. On the floor some sweatpants were lying next to socks and shirts. Two empty bottles of very strong alchohol was lying on the floor too. Everything in here was a mess. It was like time stood still.

"Oh dear...", Liam mumbled. "This is not good". Liam's voice was shaking and he could feel his heartbeat raising in his chest. He couldn't help, but feel like it was their fault.

"Niall?!", Harry shouted through the big flat while battling his way through clothes and dirth.

Harry went to check in the kitchen. Liam checked the livingroom where he found Niall lying on the couch on his back with his right arm hanging over the edge of the sofa. Glasses and bottles were lying in a pile on the floor and on the table. The tv was on, but without any sound.

"He's in here!", Liam screamed and Harry rushed as fast as he could into the living room. He shivered as the sight of one of his best friends lying lifeless on the couch looking really horrible met him. Beneath his closed eyes dark circles had taken shape and his skin looked pale, almost grey.

"Is he breathing?!", he asked Liam who kneeled down at the sofa to check the puls. He nodded.

"Thank god, yes he is. But we need to wake him up".

Harry agreed. "What has happened to him? This is not Niall..... do you think something happened between him and Athelia?".

"Maybe, I don't know. It doesn't look very good..", Liam sighed nervously.


Have you been drinking, to take all the pain away?

I wish that I could give you what you deserve

Cause nothing could ever, ever replace you

Nothing could ever make me feel like you do

- Nothing like us, Justin Bieber








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