Autumn Leaves (Niall Horan)

Alicia Hollow has done something horrible and the only way out of it is to fake her own death and start over.

Niall Horan, her best friend, believes that she is really gone and he faces many challenges. Like becoming mentally and emotionally unstable. Even doing some crazy sinister things.

Alicia's new career makes her face Niall again.

How will this turn of events end? And what secrets lie behind their past lives?

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21. Chapter 20

 

Alicia's POV

My eyelids pulled apart, breaking the barrier that concealed my vision. My eyes searched the room for an unknown reason. I don't know what I was looking for since I had locked myself in the bedroom for almost an entire week. So, no one could get in and I didn't have to explain myself at all. 

I only left the room at wee hours of the night, while the girls slept, to get myself a sandwich or two and would quickly return.  I would spot Elle dozing on the sofa, every night, as if she stayed up in case I came out. But, she seemed to be sleeping on the job.

The carpet snuck it's way between my toes as I stood from the bed. I pulled myself into the bathroom to shower, because, truthfully, I smelled. The hot water loosened my muscles and made me feel less stuffy, since I'd been lying in my bed crying for five entire days. And I knew why I was freshening up today. . . the fight. I knew Mason was against me going and all, but it wasn't his choice, it was mine. 

I stepped out of the shower, cautious for any slipping hazards, and found myself wiping the condensation off of the mirror. I gasped at my appearance. 

Dark circles surrounded my eyes and bags dragged under them. The bruise on my left arm was healing but that only meant that it was yellow outlined with purple and blue. While the cuts on my right wrist became less visible. I looked like I hadn't slept for days and was ran over by a truck in the process. 

My naked body made it's way to my wardrobe. I found an oversized sweater, a pair of black leggings, and some brown combat boots. I threw on the attire and blow dried my hair. I quickly straightened my light brown hair and put it in a waterfall braid. Next, I applied a little makeup. After a coat of deodorant and a few squirts of perfume, I was ready to go. 

My eyes widened when I picked up my phone from my nightstand. 50 texts and 20 missed calls. All from Mason. My phone had been on silent for five entire days and now seeing this... kind of scares me. I mean..obsessed much?

I scooped my purse up from off my floor and exited my room.  "Leah?" Kat asked as soon as I came into sight. 

"Yeah, I'm alive. I was just going though," I said pointing my thumb towards the door. 

"But, Leah, Ma-"

"I don't care about Mason, okay? He hurt me, Kat! I'm thinking about calling the whole thing off."

His tear choked voice came into my ears. "Wh-what?" I turned around to meet his silver blue eyes and searched them with my own, but all I received was sadness.

"Mason, I-"

"No, come here," he said, holding out his hand. I scrunched up my eyebrows and stepped towards him. He pushed the sleeve of the arm he bruised the other day and ran his fingers over the purpling skin. "I'm sorry," he whispered, pulling me into his arms. I stood their awkwardly with my arms limp at my sides.

Kat looked at me wide eyed-- like I was crazy-- and mouthed: "Hug back." But, I wasn't going to. Why would he think I'd be so quick to forgive him? Why would I forgive him at all? 

"I'm gonna get going," I said, pulling from his body and stepping towards the door. I heard his heavy footsteps behind me as I stepped into the stairwell. 

"Alicia, I called you. A lot," He spoke as he followed me down the stairs. 

"I noticed. Why are you following me?" I narrowed my eyes into tiny slits at him. He shrugged at me.

"I can't go home? I'm actually going to work tomorrow." Shit, I'd missed tons of work haven't I? "Alicia, I didn't just call to talk to you. I didn't want you to get fired. But, you've missed so much that Spencer in considering it greatly."

"Oh." Was all I could say. The doors opened and stepped to get out but realized... it wasn't the lobby, it was the fourth floor. I rolled my eyes at him and stepped back in. 

"Would you hug me, kiss me, something?" he asked, frowning. I crossed my arms over my chest and shook my head. "Please? I missed you, baby." He jutted out his bottom lip and I shook my head again. He grabbed my wrist, gently, and pulled me close. "I love you, though."

I dragged the fabric up on my wrist and looked at him. "Then, what is this?"

"Not what you think," he answered concern filling his eyes. I realized then, I'd shown him the wrong wrist. I'd shown him my cuts. 

I felt his breath hitting my face in steady puffs while his hand snaked around my waist. I pushed him away hastily because the elevator doors opened and I jogged towards my car. "I know where you're going!  And don't think I won't follow!" I heard him shout as I sped away.

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"Glad you could make it," Isaac winked at me when he saw me sitting on the bleachers in front of the ring. No one else was their except for us and the janitors. I was just waiting with my orange soda in the non-existent crowd until the fight started.

"I'm glad, too," I said uncomfortably while he paced back and forth in front of me. "You think this fight's gonna be any good?" 

"Yeah, I mean kind of. Both my guy and the other guy are new to this. So, it'll be interesting. But, I gotta go help my friend back there warm up. You okay out by yourself?"

I nodded and he left. What felt like seconds later, people started flooding in. I watched as the people all took seats around me. What if old friends from Mullingar came? Who am I kidding? My friends? Boxing? I stiffed a laugh at the thought of that.

Isaac and the competitor that he trained walked out of the locker room and everyone cheered as he stepped into the ring. The boy was short, but buff, with red hair and tons of freckles spotting his skin. I was worried for his opponent. But, something I've learned over the years is: looks can decieve. This boy could be the weakest thing ever. 

"That's Timothy Laurence. He's crazy strong," Someone next to me whispered. A girl with black hair and bright blue eyes smiled at me. "But, I'm rooting for the other guy."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, I bet money on him at work. I'm Morgan by the way."

"Leah." I grinned. Everyone then began cheering along with Morgan. I looked to the ring to have his eyes meet mine. Niall. I began to feel dizzy as I stood from my seat and started towards the door.

It was a whisper, but I could only hear his voice say my name as I ran out of the building. 

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