BackStage (Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

10. Let Me Fix It for You.

((Hi guys... I was in a little hurry but wrote it and here I am publishing it because I promised you an update on this weekend. Though it's already past my dead line by few minutes **It's 12.30 am here** I'm happy that I didn't break your trust. So yeah there will be some mistakes so if you find any just comment so I can correct them later. That's all for now.

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(Rachel's POV)

'Oooch!' The nurse was trying to apply some medicine on my cut and it was really painful. I was in the first aid room, sitting on a long couch with my legs crossed. Niall was on a plastic chair right next to the door, few feet away from me. After the incident he dragged me into this room without saying a single word. I followed him, his fingers wrapped around my wrist so he could pull me with him. When we approached, the nurses were amazed to see Niall but were not amazed to see me as I'm a regular visitor. So clumsy!

While one of the nurses asked me to hold the cotton wool on my cut, I looked from the corner of my eyes to check what Niall was doing. His eyes were glued into the phone screen supported by the hands which were on his knees. He had some little scratches on his lower arm and the nurse gave him some plasters to cover them up.

'You always bring some new work for us, Rachel.' One nurse with a very clumsy smile said. I put my tongue out at her just to make the things calm down and then turned my gaze towards my feet. I must apologies to Niall for what I did. I broke his favorite guitar and I know how it feels. I have my favorite at home and nobody dares to touch it. So it was not nice at all to say just sorry. It was not worth enough.

With all this, I began to wonder how to start a conversation with my boss, to say how sorry I am. So I looked up and turned my posture to be comfortable to talk to him. He was still bent forward, checking his phone and I was trying to pick a correct line to grab his attention. I felt the heat rising inside of me and my cheeks started to burn with guilty mixed shyness. I have never felt like this before but now I have to do this.

Finally I was able to collect some words to start with.

'I --' With a loud bang the door flew open which made my soul jumped away from me. Niall was calm to that sudden noise. Maybe he's used to it because, in came Harry with a wide smile showing off his cute dimples. Niall looked at him and went back to his business with the phone.

'Hey Butterfly. How are you darling?' Harry didn't look at Niall but came straight to me and sat on the couch.

'I'm--- fine--- Thank you--- Harry.' I said with an awkward smile as I had no idea what to do or how to reply. I am supposed to be away from them. It is strictly prohibited. But now, every time I'm trying to avoid them, they start to appear from nowhere.

'See? I brought your Fedora.' Harry wiped the imaginary dust on the hat and gave it to me. I totally forgot about this. Before I got to say Thank you again, I saw a shadow moving, so I looked up to see Niall getting up from his seat, walking to the door and within seconds, he was out of the room leaving me with Harry all alone in the room.

You must apologies to him. My mind kept commanding me. I gave my hat back to Harry and rushed out of the door with the hope of catching Niall before he goes out. I was lucky to see him walking slowly, so I ran towards him with my hand covering the wound on my forehead just to secure it from shaking.

'Niall... Ni...all...' He stopped. When I got closer to him my movements slowed down.

Finally, he turned around. The ocean blue eyes met my brown ones, but they were emotionless.