Afraid of Falling - Niall Horan Fanfiction

'Just keep running' I kept telling myself, ' just keep running and don't look back'. As I ran, I thought about the events of the last hour and felt my eyes begin to fill with small droplets of water before I ended up on the floor.

When 16 year old Tegan hides from her fears, she runs. But what will she do when she experiences a feeling completely new to her, a feeling that she doesn't quite understand, a feeling that her past makes her afraid of...


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As I breathed in deeply through my nose, a damp odour filled my nostrils; one which you would match with mould and peeling paint, making me feel sick. I attempted to lift my heavy eyelids multiple times before gathering up most of the energy left inside me to eventually reveal my surroundings. I blinked furiously, my eyes desperately trying to adjust to the dark room I was being held in, seeking any sign of comfort or familiarity, my attempts soon proving unsuccessful.

      The dank walls were riddled with specks of dark mould, the paint hanging on to the little adhesion it had left stuck to its surface. Pushed up against the far wall was a stained old rusty bed frame, a single flat pillow and a sheet thrown onto it. The room had no windows, only a thick-looking door and a brass handle. Not knowing what else to do, I slowly stood up, gaining my balance before approaching the door and pushing the handle, desperately trying to seek a way out.  


"There's no point. Its locked." A small voice murmured from behind me. I spun on my heels to face the direction the voice came from, but as I turned, something clattered to the floor, making me and my unknown company jump. I realized I had stuffed my phone into my bra pocket, a trick I had learnt off one of my old friends. I reached down as quickly as possible to rescue the fallen object, only to reveal a dark, smashed screen with little pieces of chipped glass poking out. I pressed down on the power button and waited until eventually the symbol for an empty battery appeared.

"Dammit. Battery's dead."

"Hide it though, just in case." The voice replied quietly. I looked again towards where the voice came from and saw a girl sitting crouched up against the wall, her arms wrapped around her knees.  I took her advice and scanned the room searching for a suitable hiding place for my damaged phone, before deciding to hide it under the mattress. Easily accessible but highly undetectable. Once hidden, I slowly walked back over to the girl and sat down beside her.

"What's your name?" I asked cautiously.


"I'm Tegan."

She stayed silent. "How long have you been here?" I continued, trying to be as gentle as possible with my words.

"A few days. I've lost count, it difficult to tell whether its day or night." "How long have I been here?"

"Just over a day I think. When they brought you in you were out cold but after a few hours you began to come round. Before you woke up they used that stuff on you again. Chlorofilm?"

"Chloroform." I whispered as it sunk in how long I had already been here for. Over a day, meaning I had missed my date, I had missed the gig.

I missed Niall.   


Niall's POV:  


As we began finished up in the studio, I felt my phone buzz repeatedly in my pocket. The first few times it rang, I ignored it, feeling too lazy pick the phone up; but eventually I grew more and more agitated with the constant caller; in the end answering my phone, not bothering to check the caller ID.

"WHAT?!" I almost screamed.


"Sorry El, I didn't mean to snap."

"Don't worry about it. Have you heard from Tegan?"

"No, what's wrong?"

"I was meant to meet her at 2, its nearly 3:15 and she's not picking up her phone. I've been back to the house and she's not here." I could hear the panic begin to rise in her voice, the blood draining from my face. "Has she taken anything with her?"

"No, all her stuff is still here."

I paused for a moment.

"Do you have any idea where she might be?"

"I'm sorry Niall, I have no idea." Her voice shook.

"Stay there, I'll be over as soon as I can." I replied before hanging up the phone and searching my contacts for Tegan's number, pressing the 'call' button. I repeatedly called her number, each time going straight through to her voicemail, until I unwillingly stopped and sent her a series of texts, asking where she was and if she was okay.  


"What's wrong?" Liam asked, furrowing his brow. I gulped as I decided how to answer.

"Tegan's dissapeared." I didn't want to say 'missing' because in most cases, 'missing' meant the person was kidnapped or hurt. I couldn't face the idea of that, imagining Tegan hurt, not again. Then the questions came flooding in.



"What happened?"

"Is she okay?"

"GIVE ME A MINUTE!" I yelled before sighing apologetically and continuing, "El was meant to meet her just over an hour ago but she never turned up. El's been back to the house but she wasn't there and none of her stuff is gone." I explained.

"Okay," Liam began, "Let's just go back to the house to start, and we'll take it from there?" We all nodded silently and walked back to Harry and Louis' cars, climbing in and heading back to the house, not one of us uttering a single word.  

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