Whatever The Pain: A Niall Horan Fan Fiction by Emily6

Moving? To London? Not really a big deal, unless you've lived in Florida your entire life. Well, that's exactly what happened to Emily Walker. The move excited Emily, but she sure wasn't expecting the crazy events that happened when she got there. When fate, or her dad's new job, brings an unexpected person into her life, what will happen? Will things work out, no matter what's thrown her way?

Categories: Romance Characters: None
Series: None
Chapters: 1 Completed: No Word count: 1693 Read: 17467 Published: 11 Mar 2013 Updated: 28 Mar 2013
Chapter 1 by Emily6

I slowly woke up; the sun shining through the window onto my face as I sleepily rubbed my eyes. The clock said eight but the incredible smell coming from downstairs told me it was breakfast time. I sat up in bed and it hit me. "Today I'm moving to London!" I thought to myself. My dad got an amazing job opportunity there as a golf professional at one of the best golf courses in England! I was so excited when my parents told me the news. Mainly because that's the home of my favorite band One Direction, but it's also a chance to see new places and explore the world. But mostly One Direction. I slowly got out of bed and looked up to see my reflection staring back at me. Wow, I am so not a morning person. I thought as I noted my tangled curls, tired eyes and pale complexion. I went downstairs to find my dad and younger sister, Ally, at the kitchen table. They were both waiting on the eggs and sausage my mom was preparing in the kitchen.

I walked over to her, gave her a peck on the cheek and said," Good morning. Need any help?"

She smiled at my offer and handed me napkins and silverware. "Here, you can set these out on the table, if you wouldn't mind. Thanks."

I did as I was told and sat down in my chair by the window between my parents. When my mom brought over our meal, we ate and made small talk; mainly about our long flight in only 4 hours. I may have been happy about the move, but I was so not looking forward to the countless hours that will be spent on a cold plane, not to mention our coach seats.

We finished up breakfast and I headed upstairs to get ready and do some last minute packing. I got dressed and left my long curls loose to fall over my shoulders, finishing them off with my favorite hat. I brushed my teeth and packed my carry-on bag with everything necessary for the flight. I put any remaining items in one of my suitcases, not wanting to forget anything. I heard my mom call my name telling me to hurry up, so I picked up my luggage and walked to the door. I turned and took one last look around my room, silently saying goodbye to all of the good memories it held; the one's I'm leaving behind forever. I closed the door behind me and made my way to the car where my parents were filling the car with our bags. I handed mine off to my dad and climbed into the backseat with Ally. I heard the trunk slam shut and soon my parents got in, turned on the car and carefully backed out. With one last glance at my old home I thought I'm really going to miss this place. But soon the empty house faded from view, and I focused on the amazing journey ahead of me.   I stared blankly out the window at the endless stretch of clouds rushing past us. I felt as if I could touch them, they were that close. I had my headphones in with One Direction on replay, blocking the rest of the world out. I checked my phone and the time said one o'clock p.m. It's only been half an hour? I complained to myself. It seemed like it'd been hours already! Oh well, might as well get some rest then. That was my last thought before I drifted off to sleep.

I woke up to a faint shaking on my shoulder and heard my name being whispered.
"Emily" I looked over to see my mom telling me to look out the window. I did and I couldn't believe my eyes. Just below us was the most beautiful view of the Atlantic Ocean.
"That's amazing!" I told her as a voice came over the intercom.
"Passengers, it's going to get a little bumpy due to high wind speeds. Please fasten your seatbelts." I stretched mine around my waist and lifted my arm to take a look at my watch. Five o'clock. Wow, four hours, not bad. Only five more to go...

About an hour went by and I decided to put my headphones back in. After a few songs I spent a while thinking about how I'm going to make friends at my new school. I'm 18 -a senior in high school- and nobody's going to want to talk to the new American girl in the last month of school. I was reminded of how much I miss my friends back in Florida, so I looked down at the friendship bracelet loosely tied around my wrist. My best friend Danielle gave it to me yesterday when we said goodbye.
I missed her the most. We'd been like sisters ever since we met. Always laughing and having a good time, we were inseparable. But now I was going to a new school, a new town, a new country! It'd be like starting all over again. I felt butterflies grow in my stomach from the nerves. My first day was Monday, and it was Saturday now, so I have one day to prepare for it. My mind was so busy worrying and imagining what London will be like that I hadn't even heard the captain announce that we were landing.

The wheels hit the ground and I was glad I still had my seatbelt on! We waited for the crowd to exit the plane so we didn't get trampled. Then we grabbed our carryon bags and headed to the baggage claim. We waited about 10 minutes and then the conveyor belt started up. I spotted our bags and my family followed as I went to retrieve them. We walked outside and signaled a taxi. Once our stuff was in, we piled in as well and watched the city move around us as the driver took us to our hotel that we were staying at until we got everything moved into our house.
15 minutes later we pulled up at the hotel, tipped the driver, and went to explore our temporary home. I walked inside and was amazed at the extravagance of the place.

That must have been some raise Dad got! I thought, looking around while my dad got us checked in. We rode the elevator to the 5th floor and set our stuff in the room. I searched through my suitcase for different clothes and changed because we were going out for dinner. Once I put on my outfit, we walked two blocks to a small café and ate. I heard a group of girls nearby talking about how One Direction would be back in London next weekend. I doubt I'll run into them, though. They'll probably be really busy. Oh well, one can only hope. I thought as we went back to our hotel. We turned in early, due to jetlag.

  School wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought it would be. I made a few friends within a few days and there were plenty of activities and clubs for me to join. Not to brag or anything, but I’d say I was adapting pretty well to a new school in LONDON! I still couldn’t believe this was my new home. Everything was so amazing and it seemed like there was always more to see.
It was Friday and we were finally moved into our house. I was happy I got a break from school, but the weekend meant work. Yep, my dad is in charge of this huge golf tournament at his work and he needed my help. I was going to be assigned a player to drive around the whole day. He said he’d pay me, I just hoped I wouldn’t get stuck with some loser…
I woke up bright and early so I could be ready in time to meet my dad at work. He said I should dress “appropriately”, so I put on the clothes I picked out when he told me. I went outside and waved at a taxi driver, hopped in and told him the destination. When I arrived, I paid him and hopped out in search for my dad. I found him inside organizing and checking people in. When he saw me, a look of relief came over his face.
 I walked over to him and said “Hey, I’m here. What to you need me to do?”
 He got someone to take his place while he explained my job to me.
“Okay, your golfer hasn’t showed up yet, but your cart number 48. Just go out there and wait for them. They’ll know the tee-time and where to go, so you just drive them around the course as they golf just to keep up the speed of play. There are so many golfers; we can’t afford to get behind schedule.”
“Okay, I can do that. Do you happen to know who it is I’m driving around? I’m just curious.”
“No sweetheart, I’m sorry. I don’t have time to check right now. Everything is so hectic, and I’m really busy. Just go wait in the cart, its right out that door. They should be here soon.”
He handed me the key to the golf cart and a quick kiss on the cheek. Well, this should be fun. I thought, making my way to cart #48. I took a seat behind the wheel and set my bag behind me. I sat there waiting patiently for almost 20 minutes before getting annoyed.What's taking so long? I thought. I took out my phone and answered a text from Danielle.

D- Hey what’s up?
Me- I’m helping my dad at work. I have to drive some golfer around while they play
D- ouch, that doesn't sound fun

I was just about to reply when I heard someone say in a familiar accent. “Sorry I’m late. Traffic was terrible!”
I looked up and locked sight with the most beautiful blue eyes on Earth.
I noticed the wavy blond hair and braces as the owner smiled at me. Oh. My. Gosh. I thought as they climbed in the cart, still flashing that amazing smile.




Emily: Plane Ride

Emily: Dinner

Emily: Golf Course



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