Little Things (1D Fan Short Story)

Trip to BackStage (Special Fan Edition)

Dedication - To a lovely community on G+ "One Direction Fan Page <3" you are an true inspiration.

Disclaimer : This is a special story written to celebrate My ongoing Niall Horan fan fiction **Backstage**. To know more about the characters and the story line you can visit to my profile and check the book. Please enjoy the story.

Recap - Rachel Knights is the heiress for the Multi billion company "Kinghts cooperation". But nobody know she's her, but Rachel James, an ordinary fashion student who works at the backstage of the world famous boy band One Direction. She was fine, until she stumbled over the most arrogant boy in the band, Niall Horan. He was haunted with his past memories and no one could help him get out from that horrible dream, but Rachel. After many encounters and accidents they were finally together. This is their story...   

(Rachel's POV)

'So...' scratching my head, I tried to concentrate.

'To add the whole pattern... I have to use...?'

'Ahrrr...' the thick bundle of scrambled papers flew in the air, subsequent my annoyance.

This was so hard. Why do I have to study math when my major is fashion? I thought this was all about colors and crazy outfits.

I screamed leaning on to the chair.

'Hey! Bad timing?' Jazz came in with a doughnut in her mouth.

'Oh... it's the perfect time.' I got up from the chair with a pain in my bum. How long have I been sitting here?

'Rachel, Aliya and I thought we might go out tonight. Coming?'

'I'd love to, but...' Jazz was all over the bed rolling, and I crouched down to collect all the papers I just shoved away.

'Enter!!' Jazz called over to whoever standing on the other side of the door, knocking.

'Where's Butterfly?' It was Paul.

'Down here, Uncle Paul.' I emerged from under the bed with a few notes on my hand.

'Wait! Wait! Wait!' Jazz jumped off from the bed, pushing Paul back.

'Jasmine!' With a straight face I approached to her.

'Paul said he needs you in his office.' She said in one breath and was blank. 'Okay, message delivered.' That instance she was back lying on the bed like nothing happened.

'I gave you the message half an hour ago, miss.' Paul's hands were on his hips and that stern look could scare me off easily, but not Jazz. Well... she's not that close to him, anyway.

'What?' I was confused by this jolly act.

'You asked for it and I just did.' Jazz's mouth was stuffed with that huge doughnut.

Paul just shook his head with disappointment and turned to me.

'Rachel...'

'Oh wait!'

I reached for my assignment papers on the desk and with a quick grab of a pen I started noting down.

'It's Zigma..."n"... "i" equals...'

'Seriously, we have to take her to a doctor. She's gone nuts.' I heard Jazz commenting about my sudden lunacy.

Paul saw how impatient I was trying to solve the problem and chuckled. He used to help me with my math homework when I was in middle school. You should be proud Uncle Paul. Not mock.