Plain Pain: A Niall Horan Fan Fiction

Chapter 20

(A/N): Dedication to: @Flowergoboom. Your comment really gave me so much confidence and motivated me to do my best :) 

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"I can't believe they perform in Madison Square Garden in only a week," I said, taking a sip from my hot coffee then wiping my mouth with a tissue with the Starbucks logo printed across.

"Aren't you supposed to be at rehearsals with the boys right now, though?" Trisha, my assistant, inquired with a mouthful of cheesecake.

"No, today's their day off. We start again tomorrow," I informed and she nodded in understanding.

"So how's it going with you and Niall?" She asked.

I'd already told her everything that went on between me and Niall in the past, even before One Direction had visited my dance academy. She was a somewhat close friend of mine because I needed someone I could rant to every once in a while and she was a great listener, making her the perfect friend to talk to.

"What do you mean?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Rachel, the poor guy has been apologizing to you everyday for the past month. Ever thought about forgiving him?" She asked, tucking a piece of blonde hair behind her ear as I shook my head.

"There's nothing he can make things up for me. Besides, why does he suddenly feel the urge to apologize? What stopped him four years ago? Was he just waiting for me to come crawling back to him so he could apologize?"

"No but-"

I cut her off, "And if Louise had never recommended me to Simon as One Direction's dance instructor in the first place, do you really think Niall would've even bothered to try to find me and apologize?" Trisha kept silent, shaking her head in defeat and knowing that I had a point. Not a simple sorry was going to fix what he broke. Nothing could fix what he broke.

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I woke up the next day and my I felt my legs turn into mush as soon as I stood up. I clutched my stomach with my hand and closed my eyes in pain.

"Fuck," I muttered as I traipsed to the bathroom and opened the first aid kit. I pulled out two pills of Advil and walked into the kitchen.

"Fucking cramps," I groaned as I pulled a bottle of water out of the fridge, twisting the cap open, and gulping down the pills. I opened the fridge again and pulled out a blueberry muffin, deciding that it should be enough to satisfy my hunger.

I pondered over the idea of ditching practice and staying home for the rest of the day, but I decided against that, convincing myself that I could dance through my lady pain.

I carelessly pulled out a pair of black sweatpants and a grey crop top and began to get dressed. Then I pulled my hair up into a messy bun and walked to the bathroom, washing my face and teeth.

The pills had finally started to work and the pain somehow subsided.

I walked back into my bedroom and shoved a spare outfit, two spare pads, and a bunch of other toiletries into the first backpack I spotted in my closet. I zipped it up and grabbed the keys off the bedside table before leaving my apartment and stopping a cab.

I really needed to find the time to get my license soon.

~*~

"Sup, Richie," I said as soon as I walked into my academy.

"Hey, Rachel. Your friends are waiting for you in studio number six," he informed me and I groaned.

"They're not my friends." I pointed at him in a terrorizing manner and he chuckled. He knew that the One Direction boys and I didn't exactly get along so he liked to tease me about it.