BackStage (Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

12. Take Me Home

Song for this chapter - The Climb (Hannah Montana/ Miley Cyrus)

(Rachel's POV)

'Nina, is that all in number 4 box?' Ross was ticking off the name lists of cloths and other accessories for the auditing purposes. These boxes arrived yesterday and here we are checking and placing them in order to send to the correct department.

After the party last night, which went well, we came back straight away to the stadium because it was a busy working day for all of us. Aliya joined her production crew and Jazz went to handle the lighting. In the morning while we were walking to the stage, Jazz mentioned about this guy in her department. I think she likes him, but when I asked about her thought she denied it with a painful hit on my arm. What to do? She thinks she doesn't like him, but the way she's admiring him I know she does. The tough girl has some soft side that we didn't notice for all these years!

It was cloudy in the morning, but the lazy sun came back. As always I had to move everywhere attending to everyone's work with a touch of mischievousness. Luckily nothing hazardous happened yet. But God always has a plan for me so I'm waiting for that call. Seriously! Every day something happens to me. One day I fought for my food and later found out I fought with my boss, and the next day someone intentionally pushed me and I got burned. Life is hard, but that DOESN'T mean it has to be this hard!

'Shall I keep it there?' The box I'm carrying now was a bit heavy and I need to keep it somewhere right away or I will drop it.

'There. Keep it on that big box.' Seriously, why do we need such big boxes? There are only few things inside them.

While recollecting the nasty incidences I walked/ ran to place the heavy box where Nina asked me to put. After that was done, I leaned onto the same pile to make myself rest for a second. My hands were shaking due to the heaviness of the box and my hands were numb.

Did he open the package? My mind questioned me out of nowhere. I almost forgot about my "mission impossible" I went through last night. I'm sure he found it. But he didn't call me or meet me. May be he didn't like it and smashed it. But the Niall I know will never do such a thing to a guitar. But what IF the Niall I don't know hated mine? Plus, why does he have to be bothered to call me and say "I hate it Rachel, you stupid!" or say "Thank you. I love it!"?

Thank you? Ohhhhh.... What are you thinking Rachel! He's your boss and he will never call you like Harry does.

Harry? He's my boss too, but then again we are friends. Didn't I tell you that he calls me most of the time? Oh... Sorry guys. So he calls and texts me whenever he's free and it's cool to have such a funny friend. Yeah. Jazz, Ross and Aliya know about this and they are cool too. (I love them okey! They are my BFFs. Do not think otherwise!!!@#@@!)

'Rachel, come back to earth! How many times do I have to yell? Run to the garage and bring the last few packages NOW!' Ross, with a very high demanding voice ordered me. I was shocked and stunned for a moment because of the sudden calling and Ross's rare voice raise. The boxes I was leaning started to stumble as my rested elbow hit against them because of the quick movement. I managed to secure not letting them fall and ran away from the room to do my job. (Get away from the angry bird!)

On the way I met Louise, our hair stylist. She was with her tools and dragging another big bag behind her.

'Hey, what's the hurry Rach?'

'Punishment for getting a little break!' I screamed at her without stopping for a chat. Lou paused for a moment with her eyes glued to my fast moving body and laughed out loud. One or two people said Lou's my older version. I don't know the real reason, but there's one thing I'm sure of. That's our fashion sense. We both have the same taste. She likes black, I like black. We love the rip jeans like kids love their ice creams.