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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15. Chapter Fourteen

 

 

Alicia's POV

My feet fell onto the white tile that covered the shower floor. The hot water dripped down my body, loosening my muscles that were tightened from my full night of drunken sleep on the living room rug.

I massaged the shampoo through my dark hair. The coconut aroma filled my nostrils when I washed the soap out of my locks and they stuck to my back from the wetness.

After washing my body and face, I exited the shower and watched the steam fly aimlessly through the air. My hand flew to the storage shelf built into the wall to grab a towel. I wrapped myself in the fluffy, white cotton.

Fog drew it's way out the bathroom to my bedroom, I shut off the light and tip-toed to my wardrobe. I was only being quiet because it seemed that Karla crashed on my bed last night along with some anonymous lad who laid next to her. Funny, since it was "girls night".

I grabbed a random outfit, in which I believed was a pair of sweats and a plain t-shirt, and started to scurry back into the bathroom. A long yawn crept into my ears, making me jump and my towel fall to the floor.

A pair of green irises darted towards me. I yanked the cotton fabric of the floor and wrapped our back around my body, shielding my body from his wandering eyes.

My foot slammed the bathroom door with such a force that the sound pulsed throughout the entire flat. I slid the clothing back on quickly before running back into the dark room. I squeezed my eyes shut in frustration when I bumped into him.

"Maybe we should meet properly. I'm Harry," the boy spoke. I noticed a thick British accent, which confused me at first. I opened my eyes to face a hand jutted out in front of my body, I swallowed and shook it.

"Leah," I simply stated, making my way past him. "Why are you here?" 

We were sure to keep our voices low since Karla was still stuck in a peaceful slumber on the bed next to us. Light snores were the loudest things sounding about the room.

"What's it to ya?" he smirked slightly. I could tell already. I wouldn't like this Harry guy.

"This is my house. I would like to know why strangers are sleeping here." My voice raised just enough to make Karla stir.

"Oh." his cheeks reddened. "This is your house?" I nodded sternly, he just smiled sheepishly. "Karla invited me."

How about I kill Karla? It was supposed to be girl's night and she invited a guy. Well, I was drunk so I might have gone along with it. But, she's going to pay.

I moved past him to the kitchen. I decided on making pancakes for everyone because, well, who doesn't like pancakes? My spatula moved the pancakes from the pan to the plate in a few swift moves. The lovely aroma filled the room and senses as the twins scurried into the kitchen with bright smiles fixed onto their rosy lips. "Pancakes!" They shouted in unison. I snickered at their childish behaviour. Harry and Karla came in seconds later.

"Leah, this is Harry," Karla announced making her way towards me, making everyone's plates. "Harry, this is Leah."

"We, uh, already met," I stiffed out the sentence once Harry sent me a wink. Uggh, is he like this with every girl?

We all sat on the settee, plates in hand and mouths filled with syrupy goodness. "So, Harry, what do you do?" Elle decided speaking up. "Like what's your profession."

"Well, right now I'm in uni. I don't really have a job though." he shrugged, taking another bite. "Oh and Leah, these pancakes are fantastic."

"Thanks," I muttered. This boy had seen more of me than my own boyfriend had, it was sick but a total accident. He'd seen my cuts, my flaws, everything.

"Why don't you tell them about your band Harry?" Karla suggested, resting her head on his shoulder. He smiled.

"Yeah, I'm in a band."

"What's it called?" I asked, my eyebrows raised in interest. I'd always liked music and if this guy was any good I'd check him out.

"White Eskimo," he stated, blandly. But, he shouldn't have said it like that. That band is so YouTube popular, it's crazy.

"Didn't you play at the hospital last night?" Kat jumped in the conversation eagerly with a grin. I stayed back, chomping on my pancake. 

"Yeah. For the children's wing. It was so sad seeing all those kids just sick out of their minds. They seemed to like us though."

"Really?" Elle proceeded with interest. 

"Yeah, but they liked the act after us waaayy better." he seemed to be exaggerating, but I wanted to know more.

"Who was it?" I asked.

"His name was Niall Horan. He was amazing."

My heart dropped. My Niall? I left the room immediately and darted towards my bedroom. Locking the door, I fell onto my bed.

Aren't I subtle? I thought sarcastically. 

A lighy knock noised from the door. "You OK?" Elle asked. She was always the most caring and solemn out of the twins.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I mumbled. But, truly...I wasn't. Just the mention of him made me feel all funny inside. It wasn't butterflies floating in my stomach it was a stampede.

"You just seemed to get upset when he mentioned that boy." she paused, then I heard a sharp intake of air from behind the wooden barrier. "Leah, do you know him? The boy Harry was talking about?"

I didn't respond because I didn't want to be Leah. I wanted to be Alicia. I wanted to be me. And I needed him. I needed Niall. I needed his blue eyes, his soft blonde hair, his rosy cheeks, his contagious laugh and his room brightening smile. And for the first time in a long time I realized something:

I wanted to go back.

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"Hey, baby," Mason greeted as I stepped outside of my flat and into the halls of the apartments. I grinned as he slid his arm around my waist. 

"Hey," I spoke softly, pulling my coat tighter around my body. He kissed my temple, the warmth of his lips made my smile grow bigger.

"Are you OK....," he paused and looked around. ", Alicia?"

"Yeah," I let the word escape my lips quietly. I heard Elle talking to Mason over the phone last night about me because I didn't come out of my room for the rest of the day after the incident. I pursed my lips and looked to the floor as we stepped into the elevator.

"Are you going to even talk to me?" he pressed the button with a star symbol, taking us to the lobby. I huffed and looked up to him with an evil glare.

"Where are we going anyways?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. He looked over at me and smirked, tapping my nose. 

"There she is!" he exclaimed. 

I giggled and shoved his hand away. "Tell me!" In put on my best puppy dog face that I knew he couldn't resist. 

"Let's just say I'm glad you didn't get too dressed up. Even though you're changing." he winked. I looked down at my outfit.

I was wearing a Ramones tee, some skinnies, and teal Chuck Taylors. Casual look.

This made me wonder even more..where are we going?

I made my eyes bigger than they already were. "Tell me, please?"

"Fine, Fine. Were going boxing," he explained as we stepped out of te elevator.

I crinkled my nose in confusion. "Why?"

"Because, it relieves stress. And you need some relieving. Plus, it's fun."

This is the moment when my real life started to come back.

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