Reality

Rachel Stanford thought of herself of One Directions biggest fan. Then she meets them and her life drastically changes. Is she truly living the dream or will reality come back and hit her with a bang?

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2. Lucky Application.

"Bob!" I called out to him. He came over looking worried.

"Are you okay? Did someone hit you?" He took my shoulders and looked me over. He was more like a dad than a friend.

"Yes, I'm fine. No, I tripped. There might be some blood next to one of the barriers so tell the cleaners not to freak when they see it." I opened my bag and looked for my phone with one hand. I found it and slid the unlock key. Damn whats my password. Bob saw me looking puzzled.

"Is it not Ni Ho?" He laughed. I blushed and typed it in. Of course it was. I texted Jackson, my only room mate that had a car, unfortunately, and asked him to pick me up. He texted back straight away and said he'd be two minutes. 

"Jackson is picking me up. Bye," I smiled and gave him a small hug then walked to the doors. I waited inside and tilted my head back to slow the bleeding. Sure enough, Jackson pulled up a minute late and honked the horn. I limped out onto the street and climbed inside. "Where do I go for a broken ankle and nose?"

"A & E," He booted up the car and drove quickly. "What happened?"

"I tripped. It's nothing," We pulled up at a red light and I checked Twitter then Facebook while we waited, keeping my head back the whole time. 'A girl fell right in front of 1D at the signing this morning!! Cringeee', I read. "Everyone saw me," I groaned. He patted my knee. 

"It'll be okay," He smiled then looked towards the road as the lights turned green. We pulled up in front of A & E soon enough and I got bandaged up and they popped my nose back.. Turned out my ankle was only mildly sprained so I didn't need crutches. Hallelujah. "Are you sure you want to walk?"Jackson asked as he helped me to the car park.

"Yes! I want to look into the music shop anyway to speak to Bob." I smiled and walked, limped, down the road. He honked his horn as he sped past me and I waved with one hand. It took a while but I got there eventually and waved at Bob.

"The walking wounded!" He laughed and came over. "Their packing up now, I can get you in if you want?"

"No way. Way too embarrassing. I fell flat on my face right in front of them!" I moaned.

"I know, they've been talking about you since you left," He laughed harder. 

"What?! Ugh, Bob! Not funny!" I thumped him on the shoulder. Someone coughed behind Bob and we both looked. It was their assistant. 

"We're all packed up," She smiled at Bob then saw me. "Oh! You're the girl that fell. The boys are talking all about you, I hope you're okay, they do to," She smiled at me.

"Oh, thanks." I smiled sheepishly and blushed. "Um, I better get going. Bye Bob," I waved and limped off out of the shop and down the street. I stopped again at the job center next to the house.

"Hi Sapphire!" I grinned at the girl behind the first desk. I came here a lot and we gradually became friends. 

"Hey! Anything to do with One Direction again?" She grinned and tapped her keyboard. I blushed and sat down on a plastic chair in front of the desk. I looked up at her and she was staring at the screen, frozen. 

"Saph? What's wrong?" I snapped my fingers in front of her face. She shook her head and looked at me.

"You are not going to believe this. They want a coffee girl." She grinned wildly.

"What?!" I grinned back at her.

"Well more like a lunch girl. Do you want the application?" She peered at the screen.

"Yes!" I got up carefully and picked up my bag and crutches. She tapped a few buttons on the keyboard then pulled two sheets of paper out of the printer.

"What happened to your ankle?" She asked as she handed it to me.

"I tripped"  I grimaced. I looked at the papers and grinned. "See you later!" I limped out of the building and into the house. "Hellooo?" I called. No answer. I put down my bag and sat down at the breakfast bar. I filled in each box and answered the questions carefully. I put it in the 'to post' pile just as Lucy walked in carrying carrier bags. She raised her eyebrows at my bare and bandaged foot.

"You okay?" She asked as she dumped the bags on the table.

"Fine. Can you run down to the post office please? I'll unpack." I smiled sweetly and she nodded and picked up the envelope and her bag. 

"Bye!" She called before she slammed the front door shut. I unpacked all of the food then Jason, another room mate, came in and put everything away. I smiled gratefully then went upstairs and switched on my ipod and speakers. I laid down on my bed and closed my eyes and thought of home and eventually fell asleep.

I woke up to the sound of Lucy calling up from dinner. I groaned and rolled over and was painfully reminded on my injuries. I got up and switched off my ipod then hopped downstairs. 

"Hey beautiful, you might want to fix your hair," Jackson said to me as I sat down next to him at the breakfast bar. I blushed and brushed through my hair with my hands. Lucy pushed a bowl of pasta over to me and smiled. 

"Are you not eating with us?" I asked as she walked over to the living room door. 

"No, me and Jason are going to watch a film. You can join us if you like, though," she replied lightly. I heard Jason groan from the living room. She rolled her eyes, "Ignore him."

"Oh, it's okay. I'll eat here," I smiled and picked up my spoon.

"Yeah, with me," Jackson draped his arm over me. I stiffened and grimaced at Lucy. She laughed and walked into the living room. I shoveled pasta into my mouth, the sooner I finished the sooner I could escape from Jackson. He noticed and laughed. "I'm joking, Rachel." He lifted his arm and dug into his own pasta. I laughed anxiously and relaxed. I picked up my now empty bowl and dumped it in the sink. 

"Who's turn is it to do the dishes?" I asked as I looked for the chore schedule. 

"Jackson's!" Lucy called from the living room. Jackson groaned and I laughed and limped back up the stairs. I got changed then climbed into bed and went to sleep, surprisingly, happy.

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