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?


3. Chapter Two



Alicia's POV (Her new name is Leah)

"Victim has only one gunshot wound at the back of the head," Mason informed. "It won't take long to identify her. She was found like this..two hours ago."

My hazel eyes widened a bit at the girl sprawled across the floor, her lower half uncovered. Blood was staining her chocolate hair that feel down her back.

"This is an abandoned school. She could've been here for days. Who saw her?" I perked up. This was my old middle school. I went here with Niall and we walked down this very hall, taking and giggling.

"Some kid. He said he came here for the memories. Oh, and she's only been here for a day tops; the smell would've traveled," he smirked.

"I stand corrected," I squatted down next to the victim, sliding on the white rubber glove. I used one finger to lift her head; my golden irises examined her young features. She was no younger than sixteen. "She's so young. That's horrible," I mumbled.

"Yeah. I can't believe the cases we've had lately. All young females, and they all look similar," he shrugged.

"How so?" My eyes flicker to him, taking pictures of the scene.

"They all have brown hair and hazel eyes. Like you," fear sprung throughout my body. What if I'm next? He noticed the change in my expression and body language. "Don't worry, babe. I'll protect you from the killer," he winked. I felt blood creep up to my cheeks.

"I found something!" Spencer's voice echoed throughout the building. His graying hair came into sight as he ran down the corridor alined with rows of lockers. Between two of his callused fingers was a small pair of shorts. "I found it in the janitor's closet."

"He tried to rape her in the closet, but she escaped and got punished," I stated.

"Good logic, Leah," Spencer complemented. It took me a while to realize he was speaking to me. My name change was three years ago, but I'm still not used to Leah.

"Thanks," I mumbled.

"Okay, I sent Karla and Adam a text to fine pick up the body, since we marked all the evidence," Mason piped in, sliding his black iPhone in his pocket.

"All of it? What about fingerprints?" I raised my eyebrows.

"There were none. This guy seems to be intelligent," Spencer taps his head with his index finger.

"Oh..," I trailed off a bit. "Let's go, then."

We all exit the run down learning facility entering the choppy winter air. Mason's lips met mine before I climb into my car. My teeth sank onto my bottom lip. "Bye," I said barely audible.

"Bye," he said the same way.

"Have you ever heard of not dating your co-workers? It's forbidden," Spencer piped in, scratching the back of his head.

Both of us shot him a look. He put his hands up in defense. My eyes met Mason's again. He shook his head snickering.

"What?" I questioned, cocking my head to the side.

"Spence," he responded taking a piece of my hair inbetween his fingers.

"Oh, you know how he is.."

"Yeah...Leah. I really like you, a lot ."

"Who?" I asked raising my eyebrows while his furrowed together, almost making one.

"You..?" Confusion filled his tone. Shit, Alicia! Improvise! Improvise!

"Oh...yeah," I stiffed out a fake laugh.

"You did this earlier, too. Is there something you aren't telling me?" He raised one eyebrow.

I shook my head. "N-No."

His eyes slightly narrowed towards me. "Bye," he said, pecking my lips.

"Bye," my voice was barely audible. I couldn't even tell my boyfriend my secret, it was too out there. Too frightening and revolting. The only person that knew that my death was fake was my brother, Dalton. I could trust him, he was always mute and awkward but mostly he was trustworthy. I always could trust him with my secrets, and this was the one he needed to keep, because of he didn't I would have to explain why I faked my death. And that was a secret I couldn't let anyone know; everyone would hate me to pieces.

My shaky hands slid the keys into the ignition, turning down all the way. I took a deep breath as I exited the parking lot of the learning facility. My tires occasionally swerved with my each movement, I hated coming here. It made guilt drown me. My mind couldn't stop racing through the horrific thoughts. I hurt Niall, but he didn't know. He didn't know what I did and could never tell him because he thinks I'm dead.

"When I say shotgun, you say wedding! 


Wedding!" the lyrics of Time to Dance by Panic! At The Disco bounced throughout the vehicle. My hand traveled to my left, searching for the slick rectangle resting on the leather seating.

"Hello," I spoke bringing the mobile up my ear.

"Heeeeeyyy, Leah," Kat's voice made me smile. "You coming home?! It's ten o'clock!"

"Yes, I'm coming home. We got a last minute case to investigate."

"Where?" Her Australian seemed to become thicker. Kat was my roommate, well her and her twin sister Elle. They moved here to Ireland two years ago, and we met through work. She had an older brother but he died in a car accident that I had to investigate. It wasn't an accident; someone intentionally murdered him with a vehicle. Kat and Elle had nowhere to go, so...I let them live with me. They're basically my best mates.

"All. The. Way. In. Little. Ol'. Mullingar," I giggled throughout my statement.

"What the hell?! Why?"She screamed.

"Spencer wanted to get the job done and over with," I sighed.

"Well, he's stupid. Now I can't see you before bed; I made dinner and everything," she groaned out her words. "I have work tomorrow and so does Elle."

Elle and Kat both work at Starbucks. (cliche, huh?)

"Oh. Go to sleep."

She huffed. "Fine. But, not because you want me to."

I chuckled at her childlike behaviour. "Goodnight."

"Yeah, whatever. Goodnight." She hung up, making me burst into fits of giggles.

Once I was sober, I tossed the phone back to it's original placement. My hands tightly gripped the steering wheel; my knuckles turned snow white, the bone trying to rip free through the skin. My golden eyes skimmed over the bridge, letting the memories flood in.


My small fingers laced around the match, lit and dangerous. I tossed it on the gasoline covered walkway, knowing people were watching. I jumped into the water below when the flames arose above my head. Piercing screams left my mouth as I swam to the shoreline.

The rickety, unsturdy bridge fell onto me, crushing my arm. I let out a pain-filled shriek. The bridge falling was unplanned. I just wanted it to seem like I burnt in the flames and fell into the lake. But, the unexpected happened. I broke my arm and didn't get treatment until days later when I reacted Dublin and changed my name to Leah Hollow (I kept my last and middle name)

They looked for my body in the water for months. They would never find it because it was still breathing and living.

:Flashback Over:

They rebuilt the bridge that I burnt years ago. The reason I was "dead". No, I was the reason I was "dead". What I did was the reason.

I jumped on the highway, shaking every memory of Mullingar away.


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