Endlessly (A One Direction Love Story)

Anika has always been friends with Liam Payne. She forced him to play with her dolls when they were little, saw him in the front row at each of her dance recitals, forced him into the car for hours while she drove to auditions, and made him critique her every move at the studio. But two years ago, she sat backstage as her best friend sang his heart out for the second time. But this time, instead of coming home after two weeks, he was gone. For good. Liam and Ana still spend every waking hour together, but things are different. Niall and Ana are spending every waking hour together, and Liam's jealous. Will it be the classic story of the best friends who are meant to be, or are Liam and Ana destined to be... just friends?


4. I'm Out



I awoke to my phone buzzing. Again. I yawned and got ready before I checked my texts.


'Good morning, Ana!' I had a text from a number labeled "God;)" I snorted as I headed out the door and onto the slick sidewalk. There were flakes of snow swirling around me and I pulled my jumper closer around my torso.


'It's snowing down here, how's the weather up there?' I texted back. It only took a minute for God to text back.


'A fucking mess.' I burst out laughing and slipped a little on a patch of ice. I steadied myself and texted back, 'I thought you were anti-language?' I was almost at the station, I could see the stairs about ten meters away. 'Oh, right. Well, I'm a bit more lax than you may have heard. Bible ain't got nothing on me.' I literally almost peed. I opened a new text when I reached the stairs, and suddenly my feet were no longer under me. I tumbled down the stairs, my legs hitting the cement steps as I fell. A few people let out shouts of shock, and one even reached to stop me, but it was useless. In what felt like minutes I was finally in a heap at the bottom of the steps. I clutched my ankle with both hands, my phone a meter away on the ground. A man and woman came over and offered me help standing.


"Are you alright?" She asked. Her American accent was almost painful. I let out a weak moan. It felt like my foot had been run over by a car carrying a tonne of coal. I shook my head. I didn't want to look down, but I knew I had to. One big breath, and then I moved my hands and looked at my ankle. One of my bones was not where it was meant to be, and not shaped like it was meant to be. Nausea overcame me and I looked away, not even bothering to touch it again. The woman commanded her husband to pick me up, and he did. I gave them directions through my tears to the nearest hospital and the woman muttered sweet nothings until we arrived.


The man was panting by the time they dropped my off at emergency services. The woman gave her name and tucked her mobile number in my pocket as I was rolled away in a wheelchair. I managed to plant a kiss on her cheek and give my name and number through my tears, and then a needle jabbed my arm and everything went black.







"What's wrong!" I practically shouted at the doctor when he walked through the door. I couldn't see my foot past all of the hospital blankets piled on my bed. The doctor quietly and slowly took a seat, glanced at his clipboard, and then looked at me. This was even more dramatic than the movies.


"Anika Lane, you have broken two bones in your ankle, and unfortunately torn your achieles tendon." He kept talking but it was like I was deaf. That was is. I was out of the ballet. No more Clara for me. My dreams were over.


"Shutup a second. So you mean that my achelishiphon or whatever the fuck may not heal correctly?" I interjected. The doctor was slightly taken aback by my language, but nodded.


"That is correct." He said formally. I snarled at him.


"Stop talking like a gameshow host. You can go now. I'm going to call my friend to come pick me up if that's alright?" I asked. The doctor sighed dramatically and nodded, carrying the clipboard with him out the door.


I grabbed my phone off the side table and scrolled through my contacts, hovering over the one labeled God. This was either Niall, or a serial killer. I silently begged it was Niall as I hit talk.


"Ello?" An irish accent asked. I let out a sigh of relief and clutched my ribs, which sent out a shock of pain at the action.


"Niall? It's Ana. Erm, I've had a bit of an accident and I'm in hospital. I was wondering if you might come and pick me up? I would have called Liam but he would have flipped his shit, so..." I trailed off. There was a pause.


"I'll be over in a second." Then the line went flat. I pressed the call button and a nurse came in with some crutches and my bag with my clothes. I hopped off to the loo and changed, and once I opened the door I was met with the sight of Niall playing with his phone on the bed.


"Fancy seeing you here!" I said, and Niall lept to his feet.


"Ana! Oh, god! What happened!" He shouted, reaching out and touching my arm as if to check it was real life. I shrugged.


"Uh, fell down some steps. Broke some things, whatever." I said, holding in another sigh. Niall raised his eyebrows and grabbed my bag from my arms. He looked so cute in his trackies carrying my neon pink tote. I held back a laugh and hobbled after him on my crutches. "Niall, slow down!" I panted. He stopped and rushed back to me, meeting my pace. It took nearly ten minutes to get down the hall.


"For God's sakes, Ana!" He shouted, exasperated. Niall squatted in front of me. "Hop on. I am not walking at half a kilometer per year." He said dramatically. I rolled my eyes and climbed on his back. I held my bag in one hand and Niall carried my crutches as we made our way through check-out and out onto the street. Niall carried me the block to his car, where he situated me in the passenger seat and then got in the driver's side.


"I like the pink." He said, pointing to my cast. I giggled.


"I wasn't even awake for that. They must have guessed because of my bag." I said, fiddling with my phone. I don't know what part of me had made me call Niall and not Liam, but I was happy I had.


"Where to?" Niall asked. I looked at him, and he was looking at me.


"Erm, my flat I guess. It's three buildings down from yours." I said. Niall turned on the radio on the lowest volume and we drove in silence to my flat. Again, he carried me all the way up to my flat, because the lift was broken and my flat was on the third floor.


"I'm going to have to walk on these eventually, Niall." I pointed out. He waved me away while I unlocked the door over his shoulder. "Here we are." I said as Niall flicked on the light and set me down in a chair at the table in the first room. He let out a sigh of relief. I laughed and dropped my bag on the floor as he set my crutches against the wall.


"Where do you want to go now?" Niall asked. I glanced around and decided my bedroom would be best so I could relax and think this all through.


"Bedroom. At the end of the hall on your left." I instructed. Instead of picking me up, Niall pulled back the chair I was sitting in and pushed it down the wooden hall to my room. I hopped off the chair and into my bed, which sunk down as I adjusted myself. Niall sighed and sat in the empty chair next to me.


"Anything else you need?" I shook my head and layed back on my pillows. "I should go then, I guess." Niall said after a moment. He made to leave and I reached my hand out and grabbed his wrist.


"Niall, wait. I don't know that I want to be by myself just yet." I said. I don't know why I was being vulnerable, I was never vulnerable. But I let someone in, just once. Now was when I needed someone the most. "I- I don't know what to do, what to think about. I'm not sure how to be... not a dancer. This is it for me. I'm not Clara. I'm not a part of the London Ballet anymore. My tendon... It might not heal. I don't know how to be a teenage girl living in London by herself. I don't know what to do in my flat alone if I can't dance." I said in a rush. Niall turned back and climbed onto the bed next to me. I stuffed my face in his armpit and tried not to cry. I had never been a normal girl, not since I was six and started dancing. I wasn't sure what it felt like to just be lazy and watch the tele.


"It might not heal, and I don't know what I'm supposed to say to make you feel better because I don't want to lie to you if it doesn't get better. But I hope it will. You would have been an amazing Clara, and the way Liam talks about your dancing... It's like he's never seen anything so amazing in his life. Even if you can never be a ballerina again, that will never go away. You will never siece to amaze Liam, or me. Ever. You will always be amazing at dancing, even if it's not in the same way. It's... your legacy. That won't change. You were the amazing eighteen year old girl who got into the London Ballet and got cast as Clara in the Nutcracker and then broke her ankle. You're already a legend!" I giggled and felt a tear slip out of my eye. I dried it on Niall's shirt so he wouldn't see. I'd never cried in front of anyone before. Crying... it was something I just didn't do.


"Thanks, Niall. I have one favour to ask of you, though." I said, putting on my best pleading smile. Niall looked down at me and raised his eyebrows.


"When you aren't on tour, you're kind of a normal teenage boy. What do normal teenagers... do?" I asked. Niall laughed and thought for a moment.


"Well, this 'normal' teenager likes to order food first." Niall said. I grinned and grabbed my phone, hitting number six on speed dial. I ordered an arse load of Chinese food and then looked up at Niall when I ended the call. "You have the Chinese place on speed dial?" He asked. I nodded sheepishly. "Good girl." He said. I laughed and sat up straighter so I wasn't buried in his chest anymore.


"Then what?" I asked. Niall chuckled and ran a hand through his hair.


"Well, then they turn their music up really really loud and sing along off key." He said. I laughed and grabbed my iPod, popping it on the doc and turning the volume up as loud as I could.


"I'm good at the singing part!" I said, and began to rap along with Eminem. And by rap I mean I didn't know the words and I sounded like a white girl. "Next?"


"Well, you know what boys do..." Niall said awkwardly. I chuckled and slapped his arm.


"Get your head out of the gutter! Next!" I said. Niall laughed and thought for a second.


"Well, you're a girl. And I assume girls usually paint their nails or hang out with their boyfriends or get their hair done or watch soap operas or something." Niall said. I laughed and shook my head.


"I've never done any of the above, but I can try!" I said. Niall laughed and I instructed him to where my nail laquer was. He brought the three lame bottles I had and got back on my king sized bed with me. "You paint my toes, and I'll paint my fingers." I said to Niall. He looked worried but nodded.


"If this looks terrible, I apologize." Niall said, pulling off my sock. "Jesus! I forgot dancers have nasty feet!" He said. I shrugged. I was used to my broken toe nails and the scabs and bloody peeling skin on my feet. Niall winced the whole time he painted each of my toe nails - or toes I should say since that shit was everywhere- bright pink. My colour options were pink, black, or runny sparkles. I opted for black and painted my nails the dark laquer.


"Done!" I said. Niall capped the polish at the same time as me and nodded.


"Done! And glad to be. This looks worse than I expected." He said, and held up my cast-free foot for me to see. I made a fae.


"You were not kidding. Anyway, on to number two! Let's eat Chinese food and watch soaps!" Niall pushed me in the chair to the living room, where he paid for the chinese. I switched the tele to Pretty Little Liars and curled up on the couch with my pork fried rice with orange chicken mixed in. Niall put a ton of soy sauce on his rice and sesame chicken, and sat next to me. We watched Pretty Little Liars until we cried at Toby's death and had eaten every last piece of chicken in sight.


"I feel pregnant." I said, rubbing my belly. Niall laughed and shook his head, passing me a glass of water.


"What next?" Niall asked, glancing at the wall clock. It was nearly four. I shrugged.


"Well you said they change their hair and stuff?" I asked. Niall shrugged.


"That or shop, I don't know. I'm a boy." I laughed and made Niall put on my shoes for me and carry me to his car. I directed him down the road to a salon. Niall piggy-backed me through the front door and set me down at the counter.


"Hello, I'd like a cut and colour." I said. The woman sent me to a chair and Niall sat down next to me, looking at a magazine with a picture of One Direction on the front. I snickered and kicked him, giving him a look. "That's a little selfish, eh?" I asked. Niall laughed and shook his head.


"Looking at the crap they make up. You're in here as my 'new girlfriend!'" Niall said, holding up the magazine where the picture of us kissing was printed with a sassy caption. I rolled my eyes and sat back as a lady approached.


"What are you looking at for today?" She asked. I looked at Niall with my eyes wide. Niall laughed and flipped to a random page in the magazine. He showed a picture to the woman secretively. She nodded and left, returning later with hair dye.


"Niall, what are you doing to me?" I asked. Niall shrugged with a mischevious look on his face.


"It's a secret, Ana. Come on, don't want to ruin the surprise, eh?"

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