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?


2. Chapter One

 [Three years later]

His glove covered fingers snaked into the waistband of my shorts, tears rolled down my face at a fast rate. "No..please don't," I begged the man behind the ski mask.

His blue eyes got darker, every ounce of his orbs were black. "That's what she said to me. And where is she now?!"

"I-I don't k-know," I stuttered, more tears falling. He gripped the waist of my shorts.

"SHE'S DEAD!" he screamed, pulling the clothing down my legs and tossing them to the floor. He shoved me on the ground while his long fingers fiddled with his zipper.

"Please," I begged once again, while my hazel eyes watched his every move. Fear was coursing through my veins and I didn't think it would stop.

He hand pushed one of my stray hairs behind my ear while his head bobbed from side to side, as if he was thinking. "I like you. You look like her."

Fright sprung faster throughout my mind. He really wasn't letting me go, now. I reminded him of 'her'. I wasn't even sure 'she' was real, this guy seemed crazy.

"Take off your shirt," he quietly commanded. I shook my head in protest. "TAKE OFF THE FU.CKING SHIRT!" his Irish accent bounced off the walls of the small space.

"No," my voice was small making me look even smaller. His jaw clenched and the digits of his fingers traced my jaw bone.

"Stop being so stubborn, Alicia," he whispered. My eyes widened with terror.(A/N: it isn't Alicia...) "Your hair is soft, A."

" you want money?" I gulped.

A throaty chuckle roared from his mouth. "No, I have plenty of that," his blue eyes bored into mine.

I knew what I had to do. And doing it would be risking my life; I had to scream.

"HELP!" My voice echoed of the walls as I repeated the word. His rough hand clapped over my mouth, making my cries come out muffled with every ounce of sound.

"Shut up," he growled; his fingers snaked at the hem of my shirt. My knee came in contact of his groin. A long groan escaped his lips once he fell to the ground, holding the place I caused pain to.

I scrambled to my feet hoping he'd stay on the ground for enough tine for me to find safety. "Help!" I yelped repeatedly, running out of the small janitor closet, my lower half uncovered. "Anybody! Help!" my voice echoed throughout the unfamiliar building. It was stark empty. I fell to my knees knowing that there was no hope. My loud cries were weak and senseless, but the cocking of the gun behind me was still audible.

"You shouldn't have done that," his now familiar voice made me shudder as tears fell to the floor.

"What do you want?" I asked in a whimper.

"My best friend back," he said. I heard him closer and the tip of the weapon was placed to the back of my head.

The gun fired;

The bullet cane in contact with the back of my skull;

I let out a long, pain-filled scream, before I was gone...forever.


Niall's POV

"Hello, Niall," the platinum blonde greeted as I took a seat across from her. My hands gripped the leather of the arm chair as my eyes met hers for the shortest time.

"Hello, Ms.Keepling," I responded my voice only audible for her. She have me a sympathetic smile and shook her head.

"Remember me telling you that we should be on a first name bases. It works with most of my patients," her bony finger inched the glasses up the bridge of her narrow nose.

"Sorry," I felt the tiniest smirk fall onto my lips. "Hello, Tatum."

"Thank you," she grinned, placing her folded hands in her lap. Tatum was my therapist. My brother, Greg, made me start seeing her two years ago. He stared to notice my pain in the loss of Alicia. No actually, he started to notice my crazy. I became an emotional , and mental, wreck when she passed. I couldn't do anything but cry. Whenever I saw someone who looked the slightest bit like her, I cried.

I had to stop those feelings; I thought would help, but it didn't. I'd raped and killed too many people to count. But, no one knew and only I would know. I see the missing person reports all over the news and it makes me feel sick. Like a sick, disgusting person; because I am one. I'm damned straight to hell with no exceptions and I deserve it.

"Niall..? You in there?" Tatum's small, calming voice pulled me out my thoughts. I shook my head, coming back to reality; my head bobbed up and down in response. "How have you been?"

"Good," my palms tightened on the handels of the chair.

Her lips pursed. "Look, I know how you feel about this. My boyfriend passed away years ago and how many times have I told you this story?" She paused.

A long, exaggerated sigh left my lips. "Many times."

"The thing is, you knew her for so long. She became a big part of your life and a bigger part of your heart. And when that part is removed, it leaves a big hole. You have to fill that hole."

I leaned in with intrest. "How so?"

"I don't know. Reunite with your old mates, hang out with your brother...start dating-"

My jaw clenched and the word left my mouth rapidly. "No."

"It was just a suggestion, Niall. You don't have to do it. But, you do have to move on. She's gone and she has been for three years."

My head dropped along with my heart. "Don't remind me."

"But, I have to. You need to face it. Face your fear of Alicia's presence being gone."

I felt a tear fall down my cheek. The salty water hit my lip and I wiped it away.

"Did you start those boxing classes I suggested?" She quickly changed the subject, noticing my change in emotion.

"Yeah, my trainer put me in a competition in three weeks . In Dublin " I sniffled, wiping away the sorrowful tears coating my skin.

Her eyebrows raised. "Really? You must be good."

"Tiny says I am," I slightly grinned. Tiny was my boxing trainer, but don't let his name fool you. Tiny is tall and buff; kind of intimidating if you ask me. He used to fight professional, but now he just trains.


"Oh, he's my trainer."

"That's nice, Niall. Hey, maybe I can come to your match?"

"If you want, sure," I told her. She asked for the address so I scribbled down the information for her.

"Well, you seem to be making progress," she propped herself up in her elbows.


"Yeah, I think that you found a hobby to keep your mind off her."

I grinned slightly. "Thank you. For everything, Tatum."

"Your welcome, Niall. Now, have a good day."

A large smile was plastered on my face as I exited the building. I had an once of confidence streaking throughout my body. But it all died when I saw them; tears were rushing down their face as they entered the building.

Alicia's parents.






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