*15 Years Later*
"So that's what happened?" "Yes can I
go now I'm about to be late for work?" I
asked my therapist. I was explaining
my past to him which was 15 years ago.
I'm 32 years old and still single. "Ok so
explain what you saw the other day. At
the coffee shop?" "I told you this a
million times! He was there! A guy
called out his name and he answered.
I'm telling you he's alive!" I yelled. I
hated saying things twice. "Ok first you
need to calm down. Secondly, you have
to find him and talk to him again.
Maybe he didn't die 15 years ago.
Maybe he faked his death." But he
couldn't have. I saw him in the casket. I
said my final goodbye to him. He saved
me from killing my self that day. "Its
I'm possible. He wouldn't have hurt
people like that." I say standing up and
heading to the door for work. "But he
could. What if he wanted to start over?
Start a new life? People do that."
"NIALL WOULD NEVER HURT
PEOPLE LIKE THAT!!" I screamed in
his face. I opened the door and stormed
out. How dare he tell me that Niall
faked his death. He would never do
such a thing. I walked out of the
building and into my car an drove to
work. Being late was never an option. I
floored the gas pedal and blew almost
every red light and full stop possible.
Surprisingly I didn't get pulled over. I
parked my car in its usual spot and
walked into the building. "Hello Ms.
Parker, you have a meeting today at
three and you have someone in your
office. He claims to be your boyfriend."
"Thank you Claire." I smiled as I took
the elevator to my office. I kept
thinking about what my therapist said.
"Maybe he didn't die 15 years ago.
Maybe he faked his death." No he
couldn't have. I shook my head
avoiding those thoughts and walked
out the elevator to my office. I walked
in and found a man in my seat it's back
facing towards me. "Excuse me?" He
turned around and it was him. "Oh
sorry Ms. Parker. I'm Niall Horan." He
smiled and walked over to gave me a
hand shake. "But your dead." I
whispered. "Pardon?" "Nothing. So
what can I do for you Mr.-" "Niall.
Please call me Niall." "Ok then Niall
what can I do for you?" You see I'm a
famous soccer star and I'm suing the
company for misconduct of treatment
towards me." He says as he takes a
seat. I'm still stunned that he's even
here. Alive. I quickly take a seat at my
desk and try to stay calm. "So I hear
that you told Claire that I'm your
girlfriend?" "Well that was the only way
to meet you. I mean you are one of the
best lawyers and I could only go for the
best." He smirked. His phone went off
and went to take the call. I took
pictures of him and sent to Jonathan.
"Sorry about that. I have to
go but how about dinner tonight?" "S-
Sure." I stuttered. "Great I'll pick you
up at 8. Meet me here ok?" I nodded
and he was on his way. My phone rang
and I picked up without looking.
"Julianne Parker speaking." "How did
you find him? "Who am I speaking
with?" "Julie don't give me any bull ok!
How is he alive! Niall's dead!" That's
what in saying too. I don't know how."
"Ok just meet me at your apartment ok.
We need to talk." "Ok see you soon." I
hung up and did some paper work
before I could leave for the rest of the
day. But it still stunned me how Niall
was alive. It didn't add up. He was hit
by a car and then died in front of my
eyes. He was laid to rest and put 6 feet
under. It doesn't make sense.
