BackStage (Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

2. A Day Out with Rachel

Hi guys... So thank you for the lovely comments regarding the first chapter... here goes the second. But before that I have to give a big shoutout for one person who gave a lovely comment. All of you gave nice comments and this person stood out....

@ultimatesparkle

Happy reading guys...

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Song for this chapter -

wings - Little Mix

(Rachel's POV)

'Rachel! Rachel! Rachelllll !!'

'Fuck off, Jazz' the living bell is ringing, again! I came to bed around 2 in the morning so I needed more sleep. Why can't they just leave me alone!?

I grabbed my pillow and hid my head under it.

'The meeting is about to start! Get your lazy ass off from the bed, NOW!' Jazz hold on to my leg and pulled me out of the bed.

'OUCH!' my head banged on the side table. Are those musical notes flying around my head?!

'Sorry mate. Now off you go!' Jasmine didn't even look at my head, just walked away like that. Ah! I want to sleep. And what is this meeting she was talking about?

'OMG... No No No...' It's a special meeting for the fashion department and I have to be there at 7.00 and it's... 7.00!

Where's my toothbrush? Where's the tap?!

I somehow managed to get dressed. But the whole process was a blur. Found a pair of denim shorts and a tank top, grabbed my note book and ran straight to the dressing room while struggling to put my vans on the correct foot.

Finally, came to the right place. I slowly opened the door to make no noise.

'Ah! Miss. James. Good morning!'

Shit! All the people are here. Caroline's voice nicely greeted me. That tone, was the warning alarm for what I'm gonna get in the afternoon. Punishment! What else.

'Hi guys!' While scratching my head I slowly walked towards the back and sat near Nina.

'Did you comb your hair, Rach?' oh... I forgot to look into the mirror. I smiled weakly at her and paid my attention to Caroline.

'As I was saying before, because of the weather changes, we have to make some alteration for the boys' cloths. The arena gets bit colder in the night.' She went on preaching while turning the pages of the clip board she was holding on her hand. I forgot to tell you, we are now in Chicago and day after tomorrow is the gig. Guys aren't yet. But we have already set up the rooms and the stage is half way done.

The meeting went on for an hour, discussing the colors and other crucial changes of every bits and pieces such as shoes, ties, laces, underpants (okey they did not talk about underpants!). I was half asleep until the end, but manage to act as I'm the best listener. I still don't know from where I got that skill, but when you have to face such moments acting is the best option.

While yawning I slowly stepped into the mess hall as my stomach was growling like nothing. I saw Paul having a coffee with some guys. I walked pass him to get my morning coffee and my slice of pizza! I know... I eat pizza all day long. My buddies were nowhere to be seen so I walked to a corner, sat on the ground with my tray. The area was cold, but bearable.

'Where's my phone?' I kept the tray aside to search for my phone but it was not with me. God! I must have forgotten to take it with me because of my rush.