Roses for Roselyn (Niall and Harry Fanfictions)

She was just an ordinary, grounded girl with a young, obsessive sister... little did she know that her sister's biggest idol was obsessing over her. Join Rosie and Rachel on their journey in love, friendship, obsession, fame and passion. What will happen? Who will happen? And most importantly, how will they cope with the disadvantages of 'the good life'?


122. 'A Few Fatal Paper Cuts...'


"So... How've you been?"

After grabbing drinks from the kitchen, the house has gotten considerably busier. How do the Stephens family even know this many people? I notice men in suits -probably David's work colleagues- and groups of boys and girls in their late teens, early twenties -obviously Justin and Carla's friends. There are even five of Lola's closest friends who I recognise from school. A few people have recognised me as Rosie's friend already, so I've had to introduce myself and Harry to multiple aunts, neighbours and lots of Rosie's cousins. The atmosphere is great and the mulled wine in both mine and Harry's glasses smells so fruity and festive.

There are nearly 500 people here; all scattered around the garden, lower floor and now also the second floor, so Harry managed to pull us through the crowds to find a bedroom with not so many people in. I recognise Louis and Zayn standing in the doorway with identical glasses to ours as they talk. I feel like I'm being watched as their eyes keep flitting our way; as if to check that everything's going okay. I can't blame them -they probably think that I might be tempted to throw the dark purplish wine over their best friend -taking things a small step further than the stack of papers I threw last time.

"Yeah... Okay." A grin spreads across his face. "I recovered from the few fatal paper cuts on my arms."

"Really? I was aiming for at least a dozen."

He ducks his head to chuckle, but the height difference between us doesn't really give it much effect. 

"I'm joking. I'm sorry about that, honestly."

"It doesn't matter. I've had worse."

"Good. Although… I must admit I am sort of glad about the flyer incident."


"Well I've been finding them all over my house since the early morning. Like I said -thanks."

"Don't be stupid Ray, it was just a few scribbles."

"That's not the point. I'm thankful because I found them at... well, the most perfect timings." He shrugs subtly with a modest attitude. "Hey," I notice "you called me Ray?"

"I thought a fresh start..."

"Would be perfect." I finish the sentence for him.

"Great. To fresh starts." He toasts and I tap my glass against his.


"This is the part where you let me explain myself."

"Okay," I say, leaning back against an oak chest of drawers. "I'm listening."

He smiles thankfully. "Okay, I really didn't want to cancel on you that night. I regret it so much but I had no choice."

"Yeah, because Kendall asked you out." I say, trying my hardest to hide my jealousy and smile supportively throughout. "I get it. You don’t just turn down a Kardashian siter…"

"No you don't." Harry smirks before his face turns serious once again. "I didn't want to go on any stupid dates, not with anyone -and that statement doesn't include our plans okay? But I had to go."


"Because Modest made me. I'm the only single one left; do you really think they'd let that last opportunity slip through their hands?"

“So you don’t really like her?”


“You’d rather have been with me...?”

“Well… yeah.”

He drops his gaze.

“I’m glad. I’d rather have been with you too. Apparently that film we missed was good –I’m holding you against that.”

Harry chuckles. “I can handle that.”

“I just… I wish you’d told me before the date –given me at least a little bit of warning. That made it worse… it made it…” Hurt, is what I want to say.

“I didn’t think you’d care this much. But I promise. From now on I won’t keep anything from you. That’s what friends do, right?”

“Right…” I take a deep breath and look intently at my aquamarine nails. “Which is why… I need to tell you something too.”

“Okay.” He crosses his arms and leans on one hip, making the muscles in his arms appear much tighter under the casual black blazer that he wears over a white t-shirt.

“I’m just gonna come out and say it. No freaking out okay?” He nods assertively. “I’m taking Miles to court for everything that I’ve told you he’s done to me. All of it. No more secrets or pretending everything’s okay. It’s not. I need him out of my life and I can’t keep quiet any longer.” A smile spreads across his face.

“Well that’s great. I’m proud-”

I shut him off with a finger to his lips. “That’s not everything. It all sounds jolly and happy right now, but I didn’t stick to my side of the bargain.”

“Neither did I,” he interrupts, trying to give me the benefit of the doubt. “I wasn’t there for you when you needed me-”

“Harry.” I say. “Just shut up for a second okay?” He nods with a frown and I collect my thoughts. “I did something really stupid, and weak and completely idiotic. I let him back in. I let him get close and I let him… kiss me… when I was most vulnerable.” The hard look on Harry’s face changes everything. I suddenly regret telling him like this and blurt out everything I can think of, which has probably just made it worse. “He came over to get me drunk, I didn’t want to, but he made me and I wish I didn’t let him in and then he kissed me and I didn’t want to do that either, but I was stuck and I wish it didn’t happen… I really fucking wish it didn’t happen and I hate myself for it because it means I’m fucking weak and stupid but I just wanted to feel loved… Even for a few minutes until I realised it wasn’t what I really wanted. It wasn’t who I really wanted because-” The anger building up in Harry’s jaw and eyes stop me mid-sentence. Only then do I realise the way that he is breathing, in and out –each breathe of air gritty and pressured. His eyebrows lower to squint at me and he raises his fingers to his temples.

"Him... being... Miles?"

“Harry,” a small voice from my throat somehow finds its way out. “Don’t be angry, please… I didn’t mean to be so stupid. It was an accident –a drunken one at that. I know I promised I wouldn’t let him touch me again, but he pinned me down... I was helpless... I needed help.”


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