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?


16. Chapter Fifteen


Niall's POV

My feet padded down the long halls that were horribly familiar until I reached my room. I plopped down onto my bed; the creaky springs dramatically noised throughout the small space.

The sound of a knuckle hit my door that was wide open. I smiled, suspecting that it was Brooklyn. But, I was displeased and instead was greeted by Dr. Jefferson.

"How are you today, Mr. Horan?" He questioned. I slightly shrugged, my movements probably looked more like a twitch than a shrug but I didn't care. All I cared about was getting out of that hell zone. Little did I know, I was about to gain that opportunity.

"Remember my offer?" He asked, fiddling with his stethoscope that hung around his wrinkly neck. The condition of his aged skin made me sick, it was that revolting.

"Yessir," I responded politely. He was talking about letting me go for the pizza.

"What toppings would you like?" He smiled.

A grin larger than possible he on my lips. I sat up straight and looked into his pale eyes. "Are you serious?!" He nodded, clearly amused my behaviour. "Then, mushrooms and pepperoni! Yes, I'm finally leaving!"

He grinned and wrote down the toppings so he wouldn't forget. "Glad to know you're enjoying your stay, Mr. Horan."

He left the room, letting the heavy door close itself. Before it completely shut, a small hand with familiarly manicured nails stopped it.


She stepped in, beaming at me. But, behind that smile I could see the pain. She didn't want me to leave and I knew it. I am her only friend-- or whatever we are.

"You're leaving?" She squeaked, tears brimming in her eyes.

I jumped up from the bed and hugged her. "I'll visit," I promised planting a small kiss on her forehead. She refused to take do little by grabbing my cheeks and forcing my lips onto hers.

My tongue massaged hers while her fingers tangled through my hair. I squeezed the back of her thighs, making her jump and wrap her legs around my waist.

We fell onto the bed, our lips still locked. My hands found their way up her shirt, my large hands massaged her breasts. Moans left her lips repeatedly.

"Touch me, Niall," she whispered. My hands slid down her stomach to the button of her jeans.

The door flung open; Brooklyn's father stood anger clear in his expression. "Get the fuck off of my daughter," he growled. But, before I could move a muscle, he had already yanked me away and flung me to the cold tile.

"Daddy!" Brooklyn gasped heavily and looked at him with hatred filling her jade irises. He harshly grabbed her wrist and yanked her off the bed.

"I don't want you near her again. If I even see you come close to looking at her, I will snap your neck," he some through gritted teeth.

Tears fell down Brooklyn's cheeks a she adjusted her shirt. "You're going to have to let me grow up." Anger filled her tone.

"You're only 19 and he is..."

"22," I finished his statement.

"Exactly. And plus, I don't like him." Brooklyn eyed him evily while he did the same to me.

"I'm sorry, sir," I spoke. "It won't happen again, I promise."

Brooklyn looked at me bewildered and I knew why. She wanted it to happen again. But, it was happening too fast. Way too fast. How could I come that close to touching her? I just met her, three weeks ag-

It's been three weeks?

That only gives me one week to train. What have I gotten myself into?

"Niall?" she asks, snapping me out of my thoughts. Brooklyn turned towards her father and looked at him with pleading eyes.

"No," he said his tone final. "Now come on Brooklyn."

She ran over and wrapped her arms around me, I hugged her back with my chin resting on her head. "Bye," she whispered.

"Bye," I said the same way. As they were leaving, I stuck my hand out to Mr.Tenner. "No hard feelings?"

He just stared blankly at my outreached arm. I awkwardly shoved my hand into my pocket as they exited the room.

A frown was evident as I fell onto the bed with a sigh.


I let out a loud belch and stared down at the empty pizza box. Rubbing my swollen belly, I smirked at Dr. Jefferson who I could tell was shocked.

I threw my feet atop the table; Ms.Vacky came by and slapped my feet, I dropped them at the sharp contact.

"I-I...." He paused. "With this type of progress, I'll be able to release you tomorrow."

I grinned and stood from the table. 
"Thank you."

"Go ahead and start packing. You're also welcomed to say your goodbyes," he winked as I began walking. I knew what he was getting at, but that wouldn't happen. I wasn't taking my chances with Brooklyn's father again.

All I could do was think about her.

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