If We Could Only Turn Back Time (A Niall Horan Fanfic)

Nikki Kubler is just a regular 18 year old girl who fell in love. Nikki is no different than any other 18 year old, well I mean, not really. Nikki is in love with Niall Horan, only difference is, he's in love with her too. Nikki has never had a perfect life, her parents are constantly nagging her about her grades making her do drugs from a young age, her brother absolutely wants nothing to do with her and "It" keeps her awake at night, haunting her so she will never forget. One more thing, the love of her life is dead.


5. Nightmare

Bryce Holt. It was all in the name, all the pain I felt for what he did to me those terrible years ago. The worst part of it all was that when I was young and living in Ireland, Bryce was my best friend, but now he was just a living nightmare. We were best friends until about 5th grade and we were both 12, and in the same class. We were inseparable. We did everything together, family vacations, shopping, homework, even sleepovers.
Then one day, something was different. Bryce was acting strange at recess and was wobbling around like he had no control over himself. Curious to see what was wrong, I asked him if he was okay, but he firmly said he with fine, with a hint of anger in his voice. I just let it go because we had to get to class, but nothing compared to what would happen next.
The teacher was Mrs. Hamlet, and I absolutely loved her. She was a great teacher and I was one of her favorite students, Bryce however, hated her. I never understood why, but I never really brought it up to him because he always got so angry when I did. We were in the middle of the lesson and Bryce went to go sharpen his pencil. I saw Bryce pull out something from underneath his shirt but I didn't know what it was. The teacher's back was toward Bryce and in a blink Mrs. Hamlet was on the floor after the loud bang of a gun, lying motionless. I sat there in horror trying to acknowledge what just happened. Bryce...my best friend...just killed my teacher. I could not believe it, how could Bryce do that? I was best friends with a murderer? I refused to believe it happened and suddenly a bunch of police, teachers, and paramedics came rushing into the room and sent us all home. Well, all of us except for Bryce. The police took him and I glanced at him only once before I left, seeing anger in his eyes. I lost all my respect for him then and there, never to speaking to him again.
When I got home nothing could have prepared me for what was to come. My brother was laying on the couch in the living room asleep, with vials of a strange liquid surrounding him and ordering forms. I flipped through some of the papers finding the name Bryce Holt at the top of one of the forms. I gasped loudly and quickly covered my mouth so I wouldn't wake my brother, Trevor. I began to read the paper wondering what Bryce ordered, and what I read killed me inside. It was some kind of a drug which made you lose control of your body and immediately react on an emotion you were feeling. I may have only been in 5th grade,but I was very smart for my age, due to my parents demands for high grades and the best education. I put the pieces together realizing that my brother had sold the drug to Bryce...my best friend. At that moment I was filled with so much hurt and anger. Two people that I trusted and loved hurt me more than they could ever know. After that experience I was traumatized for basically all of my life. To this day I still have nightmares where the scene is replayed over and over again in my head. I cut contact with Bryce and my brother, ever since the incident.
All of these memories came flooding back into my mind when I shut the door on Bryce's face. I locked the door and the rest of the doors in the house and made sure all the windows were locked too, so there would be no way Bryce could get in. I was really scared right now and went up into my room locking myself in there, debating on whether I should call the police or not. I called the police afraid of what would happen next. The police said they would be there soon and I let out the most loud piercing scream I had ever made. I saw directly outside my window staring through my soul, Bryce. It gave me the chills and I hid under my blankets afraid to come out.
After about 5 more minutes I heard the sound of sirens and relief washed over me, thinking they would lock him up so he wouldn't hurt anyone ever again. There was a knock on the door again ,but this time I knew it was the police because I heard them saying "Please open the door it is the Mullingar Police Department." I ran downstairs as fast as I could and let the cops in so they could ask me questions. They asked me a bunch of questions like, what did the man look like, what did he do, why was he there. I answered the questions the best I could, but I really didn't know why he had showed up at my house. How could he have known I was staying at home today? The whole situation scared me. I asked the police if they had captured the man (Bryce) but they shook their head no, letting fear pass through my body. That meant he was still out there, somewhere. The police left after gathering some clues, and I went back to bed hoping I would be able to fall sleep.
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