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?


10. Chapter Nine


Niall's POV

"This is so dumb. I'm not anorexic, I just skipped a few meals," I groaned to the woman sitting next to me. She had to watch me eat every meal, making sure I ate atleast some of it.

My eyes fell on the food in disgust. Hospital food made me want to puke. I poked the 'steak' with my fork.

"Then why don't you eat?" She interrogated me. She moved her plump fingers over the horrid platter like it was a wonderful feast.

"Because, I eat food. And this," I pointed towards the things they were making me consume, "Isn't food."

She chuckled and shook her head back and forth. "Mr. Horan," she started. "You have to eat here. How about I get you a yogurt? It's a little more appetizing."

"Okay." I shrugged, while the woman got up from the circular table and approached the line.

"Hey, Blondie." A slightly familiar voice made me perk up. I smiled at Brooklyn as she sat across from me. "They forcing this glop on you?"

"Yeah," I breathed, but then I felt my eyebrow raise. "Did you call me....Blondie?"

She giggled and nodded, her black curls dancing around her face. "Here." She smiled, handing me a box of chips. Golden arches were printed onto the red cardboard background. I hadn't had McDonalds in forever.

"Thanks." I shot her a crooked smile. She returned with a more exquisite grin.

"You know how you were playing guitar last night?" She asked, a mischievous smirk fell on her rosy lips.

"Yeah?" It slipped out my mouth more a question than a statement.

"Well, this weekend....we're having a small concert for the children's wing. And maybe you could play."

"I-...I don't know." I looked down at my feet. The offer was nice, but I want sure that it was a good idea.

After all, I hadn't played in years.

"Oh, come on," she pouted. "Please?"

I smiled sheepishly at the ground, then looked up at her. "Why me?" I questioned, throwing a few chips into my mouth.

"Because, the kids will think it's cool that someone in the building is talented!" She exclaimed. "Please? For me?"

Alicia always said that. Just hearing Brooklyn say it made me crack.

"Yeah, whatever."

"Yes! Thank you!" She lunged over the table and hugged me. But, then she pulled away. "Oh, sorry," Brooklyn spoke awkwardly. "Uh, don't forget to practice."

"Uh, yeah." Heat rose to my cheeks, but it went away when a tub of yogurt slammed on the table in front of me.

"Get to eating, Mr. Horan."

I nodded and did as told.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* (The song is Therapy by All Time Low. But let's pretend Niall wrote it(;)


"I'm a walking misery? No!" I crumbled the paper into a bask and tossed onto the pile gathering beside my bed.

I was writing a new song to play at the concert, well trying. Nothing was clicking though. Why does it have to be so hard?!

"How about...waking travesty?" Brooklyn's voice piped in.

"Yeah, yeah. That's good." I complimented, scribbling the lyrics down.

"Show me what you got so far." She sat down at the edge of my bed.

"I only have the chorus. But, okay." I picked my guitar and slid the pick out from under the strings.

"Give me therapy,

I'm a waking travesty,

but I'm smiling at everything,


You were never a friend to me,

And you can keep all your misery."

She smiled. "How about I help you with it," Brooklyn suggested, lying in her belly with her petite feet in the air.

"My song writing buddy?" I questioned, raising my eyebrows.

"Your song writing buddy," she agreed.

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