Plain Pain: A Niall Horan Fan Fiction

Chapter 3

        (A/N) : You can watch the  'Plain Jane' promo video that Rachel sees in this chapter on the sidebar, thanks for the support and enjoy!

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Half asleep, I lifted my arm and clicked the snooze button to stop the incessant ringing coming from my alarm. The button was softer than usual though, and - it had two holes in it?

"Rachel, what are you doing?" The alarm spoke.

Oh my god, the alarm just spoke.

With my eyes still closed, I answered,"Looking for the snooze button," moving my finger around to try and get the stupid alarm to shut up and let me sleep.

"That's not a button, that's my nose."

"Why would an alarm have a nose?" I mumbled, still having my eyes closed.

I heard a chuckle and my bed shifted, "Rachel, wake up. I'm Niall."

"Who's Niall?" I said as I yawned, stretching my arms out, finally opening my eyes and seeing Niall standing by my bed with an amused look on his face.

"Oh. Hey, Niall"

"You thought I was an alarm," he laughed.

"I'm sorry I'm not good at maintaining conversation while half asleep," I said with a tone of sarcasm as I stood up and lifted my messy bed hair into a ponytail, using the hair tie that was on my wrist.

"We should go check the mail," Niall said, pointing at the window next to him.

"What time is it anyway?" I asked as I walked towards the window, pushing Niall out of the way to see the sun peeking out from beyond the horizon.

"Come on," Niall snapped me out of my thoughts, grabbing my wrist and tiptoeing towards the door.

"Wait, where are we going?" I asked, stopping in my tracks, making him stop too.

He gave a sigh of frustration before speaking, "You forgot already? Thank God I stayed over. We need to get your letter before your mom wakes up," he pointed at the door behind him.

"What lette- oh, right. That letter. Well, lets get going then!" I told him, walking towards the door and opening it slowly, squinting and cursing at the door for squeaking so loudly.

Niall followed me down the stairs very slowly as the stairs squeaked underneath our feet. Why does everything have to be so loud when you're trying to be quiet?

We finally exited the house and grabbed an umbrella in the process, not closing the front door behind us as we didn't feel like getting locked outside of the house for the millionth time.

Niall reached our mailbox, slowly opening it and pulling out a bunch of envelopes, mostly bills.

He kept searching through them, with his eyebrows scrunched.

"Shit, I can't find it," he said and my breath caught in my throat. What if my mom woke up before us, had already checked the mail and seen my letter? 

I started hyperventilating, terrified of how much trouble I thought I was in.

"Looking for this?"

A voice said. My heart was beating quicker than ever, then slowing down as my mind processed the voice I just heard. It belonged to a man, so it definitely wasn't my mom. I mean, my mom's voice was husky in the morning, but not that husky. And it couldn't had been my dad because he was on a business trip all the way in the States. I finally looked at whoever owned the voice to see that it was just the mailman, holding my suspension letter between his fingers.