When You Live in London (One Direction Fan-Fic)

Chapter Twenty-Two

Reagan's POV

"Thanks, Ella! See ya tonight!" I called after my roommate as she left for her first class.

This week has been crazy with starting classes and still trying to figure out the mess I've put myself and One Direction in. All my classes for the first semester are after nine, so I have time to get myself composed in the morning. I had been on Twitter for a half hour this morning and realized that I should probably get up and be productive before I have class.

I skipped over to my small closet and pulled out a maroon t-shirt and black jeans. As I changed out of my batman pajamas, my eyes wandered over to Liam's flannel. It reminded me that Sarah might have written back. I quickly zipped up my jeans, slipped on my gray Nike running shoes, grabbed my purse and Liam's flannel and ran out the door. (outfit #6)

Jogging down the hall, I tied the flannel around my waist. When I reached the elevator, I pressed the down arrow and knelt down to tie my sneakers. I popped back up and ran into the elevator, viciously pushing the close doors button.

I pulled my phone out of my purse and opened Twitter. I tapped on my feed and read some of what the fans were saying.

"Did @rea_white realy forget @Real_Liam_Payne 's birthday?!" Did you really just spell "really" wrong?

"I can't believe their first stop in the U.S. is Boston!!!" I read out loud in a high pitched voice, mockingly.

Wait. How did I not know about this? What's going to happen when they come? I really want to hang out with the girls, but that would mean seeing the boys and that would mean paparazzi and that would mean rumors and fan hate and-

I stopped thinking as I realized I was breathing really fast, my head was starting to hurt and I couldn't feel my right foot. I flashed back to the day the boys told me they told the fans I worked for them. I had a panic attack and blacked out. I know how to control it now.

I shook my hands out and took a few deep breaths. Everything is going to be okay. Just calm down.

I walked out of the elevator and out the door into the cold weather. I stopped by the fence to put the flannel on and kept walking to the sidewalk crossing to the street the post office is on.

Danielle's POV

(outfit #2)

I told the girls I was going to New York for a job, but that might have been a little white lie. I was really going to Boston to apply for a job at Reagan's college. A week or so after we met, she told me all about why she had moved in the first place and what she would do if she moved back. I remembered the name of the college she told me she would have to go to and I looked it up. Lucky for me it's mostly a school for dance and even luckier for me, there's an opening for the first semester!

I'm on my way to the interview right now and hopefully I'll get the job so I can see Reagan a lot more. It really seems like she needs a friend close by right now. She must be going through a lot, I still get crap from the fans and it's been more than a year since Liam and I broke up. I've seen that she's been on Twitter, so I know she's curious about what they're thinking. I even read a tweet this morning about how she didn't wish Liam a happy birthday.

Before I left London, I stopped by Rea's flat and brought her tea mug that us girls got her as a house warming gift. I hope she's okay with that.

I stopped in front of the fence to the college and took in a deep breath. This is it. If you get this job, you can help Rea and try to fix some things. You can tell her the truth about why Liam broke it off and tell her to warn Lilian about Niall.

If you don't get the job, things could keep going on as they are and I'm not sure how many people want that. I know I don't and I don't think the fans do either.

As I walked up the path to the front doors, I saw some people stare and point, but I just kept walking. The sun came out from behind the clouds and it got warmer. I took off my sweater and stuffed it in my bag as I made my way up the steps. I opened the door to the main office as my phone went off and I frantically dug through my bag to find it. I pulled it out and looked at who was calling. I smiled as I saw the face of a certain ginger ballerina that I know and love.

"Reagan!" I said happily as I walked up to the counter.

"Dani! Oh my god I missed hearing your voice!" She said happily then sipped something.

"I missed hearing your voice too! But what I miss more is seeing you!" I said.

"I can't believe you actually picked up! Management hasn't forbid you from talking to me?"

"No, one sec," I put my phone to my chest and told the lady at the desk my name and that I was here for an interview. I then put the phone back to my ear, "I'm technically not associated with the guys anymore."

"I see," Rea said then she said a quiet thank you.

"So did you need something?"

"Actually I wanted to give you an update."

"Okay, on whats been going on?" I asked as I took a seat in the waiting area.

"Yeah. Things have gotten so crazy since I left. I haven't been found by the fans or paparazzi yet, but when I am, I'm sure things will get even more insane and I don't think I can deal with that. That's one of the reasons I wanted to take a small break."

Reagan's POV

"I understand," Dani said sympathetically, "Well I actually have to go, I have an interview."

"Oh okay. May I ask for what?" I asked as I walked out of Starbucks and crossed the street.

"It's like a dance teacher, but I have to go. I'll talk to you later okay? Bye!" She said hurriedly before she hung up.

A dance teacher aye. Whoever gets her as a teacher will be very lucky.

A little while later, I walked into my dorm room and grabbed my dance bag off the end of my bed then turned back around and went right back out the door. As I made my way to the studio, I bought a water bottle and kept going. Last class we were told we were having a guest dancer and to be on time. Cause I'm always on time...

I walked into the studio dressing room and got changed into a leotard, tights, flats, shorts, and a dance sweater. I plopped my bag in a chair, grabbed my water bottle and phone and walked into the studio.

"Hey Reagan," a girl Katie said casually and quietly as I made my way to the bar next to her.

"Hi, what's up?" I asked as I turned to see a different teacher standing at the stereo, her back facing us.

"Um-" she started as I recognized the curly brown hair, tall figure and fuzzy leg warmers. It couldn't be true.

"All right class, I'm going to be changing it up a bit today," she said as she turned around and her eyes landed on me.

We both smiled so big I thought my mouth was stuck, "Dani!" I whispered.

"Rea," she breathed out and then we were off. I ran into her arms and we hugged for what I thought was ages.

"What are you doing here?" I asked as I put all the pieces together, "You got a job here?!"

"I did!" Dani said as she went over to the stereo and turned to the class again. I took a deep breath and went back to my place at the barre.

"What was that all about?" Katie asked.

"Old friends," I said and shrugged my shoulders.

"You know Danielle Peazer?!" she asked in disbelief.

I started to answer, but Dani cleared her throat, "If you two are finished I would like to teach you a new dance."

We nodded as she continued.