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?


22. Chapter 21



Niall's POV


I stood in the middle of the ring. My glove covered hands hung at my sides, my eyes watched her run, all I could hear was her footsteps. They were light and almost impossible to hear under the tens of people cheering me on, but in my mind they sounded like a ton of metal plopping onto a concrete floor. The sound echoed through my mind, making me even more dizzy and unaware of what was actually going on.

My dead best friend. She was just… there. Alive. Breathing. Living right before me. How was it possible?

Is this real life?

Alicia died, there is no way that she was there on that seat cheering. My mind drifted to the talk I had with Tatum earlier this week. Alicia didn’t have cancer, she lied to me. No one else said that they recall her mentioning any illnesses. But, that would mean she just lied to me. She still could’ve commited suicide. Was this just a figure of my imagination? It couldn’t have been because I knew, Alicia didn’t die of cancer, she didn’t commit suicide. She faked it.

But why? Why run away to Dublin and have a new life? What was so bad about the old one? Was it because of me?

“Tap gloves when you’re ready,” the referee spoke. I turned towards my opponent amd observed his apperance. His red buzz cut was accompanied with tons of freckles and jade eyes. He was fat, but I knew he could take me out, especially in that dizzy, confused state I was in at the time.

He outreached his hands and I gulped and felt my hands get clammy under the semi-elastic wrapping. I slapped my gloves against his. What felt like a second later the sting of his glove came in contact with my jaw. I stumbled back, but caught myself and took a swing at his gut, since he decided to guard his face instead.  He groaned and I smirked with pleasure. The grin was quickly wiped off my face when he hit me hard once. Twice. Three times. Four. Five. By the sixth I had already fell to the ground. The last thing I saw was the ginger boy holding his arms in the air.

He’d won.




Cold droplets of liquid splashed on my face. A groan left my lips as I wiped the water off of my skin with the back of my hand and opened my eyes. I sat up on the sofa to spot Tiny hovering over me with a water bottle and an angry expression. My hands flew to my temples and rubbed soothing circles on them to rid the headache I felt coming.


“What the hell was that, Niall?! You let him knock you out! I didn’t expect that from my star student!” Tiny shouted at me, clearly infurriated with my losings. But, the last thing on my mind was the match I’d just lost. The memories of her kept reaching my mind. She isn’t dead.  “Answer me, dammit!”

“I’m sorry. I-I just.. I didn’t get enough sleep last night and I skipped breakfast..,” I lied, letting my sentence trail off. His brown eyes darkened and I looked to the tiles on the floor. He knew I was lying. “I-I saw her, Tiny. Alicia… she was in the crowd and-”

“Oh, shut up Niall! Alicia’s been dead for four years! I don’t care if you loved her! SHE’S DEAD! MOVE ON!” my jaw clenched and I looked up at him.

“She was there! In the front row! And she ran! She left! And I want to know where she went!” I screamed in defence of my side of the arguement. My fists clenched at my sides and I could hear my pulse beating in my head.

“What’s all this screaming about, now?” the familiar female voice made an ounce of relief surdge throughout my body. Tatum entered the room, a worried look on her face. I stepped past Tiny and dragged her to the hall.

“I saw her, Tatum. I saw Alicia in the crowd,” I whispered. Why was I whispering? I don’t have a single idea.

She chuckled. “Now, now Niall. You were clearly hulesenating.” she placed her hand on my shoulders.

“No! I wasn’t! She was there! And I can prov-” I stopped myself. I couldn’t prove it. She shook her head at me and walked into the office Tiny was in. I sunk onto the floor and started to think.

She was there and I knew it. Alicia was alive. I wanted to know why she faked it though. Then, my mind drifted to Alicia’s parents and how badly they were effected too. That was when it came to me. The reason Dalton didn’t react much to her death, the reason he doesn’t go to see Tatum, the reason he hasn’t changed his life at all (well, you know what I mean….).

Dalton knows that she isn’t dead. I walked into the small room and scooped up my keys.




I reached the Hollow home and ran up the stairs. Without knocking I ran inside and past Mr. and Mrs. on the sofa. They both gave me frightened, confused looks. “Hi, Niall?” Mrs.Hollow questioned.


“Hey,” was all I said before storming into Dalton’s room, where music was blaring. Moans came from under his blankets and I knew what was going on, but I didn’t care. I ripped the duvet off of the naked bodies and grabbed Dalton by the throat before slamming him to the wall. The girl shrieked and pulled the sheets over her breasts. “Why didn’t you tell me she was alive?!”

He looked at me wide-eyed and responded: “I promised not to.” His voiced was strangled by my hand wrapped firmly around his neck. I dropped his body back onto the bed and started towards the door but stopped in my tracks.

“Oh, and Dalton. I want her address. I’ll be by tommorow for it.” Those were my last words before heading home.

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