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'?

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150. Against My Chest

NIALL'S POV:

By the time that we finish our 2hour lap of the River Thames, Rosie has gone from sitting on my knee and steering to falling asleep against my chest; her head buried in my neck and her legs dangling off of the arm of the scooter. I manage to steal glances at her softly shut eyelids and warm, pink cheeks between steering and manoeuvring us around the empty London streets.

I’m just driving back towards the block of flats when the sun manages to rise, high enough to glitter over my shoulder and onto Rosie’s forehead, the orange light of dawn texturizing her skin in a way I’ve never seen. It’s an understatement to describe her as beautiful. She’s gorgeous, radiant, dazzling –even under the influence of sleep.

I kiss her forehead lightly and continue to accelerate into the early morning. Hardly anyone’s been out since we got down here at 4am. It’s now 6am, and still, the streets are abandoned. London has never been this quiet –it feels almost apocalyptic, but I know that I will never take this morning for granted. How many more times will I be able to steer myself and my girlfriend all the way around the most touristic parts of London without turning a blind eye?

I’ve just gone up the ramp, showing my card to the scanner which opens the doors in the absence of a receptionist, and decide to park the mobility scooter at the side of the lobby, against a wall of windows. I’m just stepping out of it, cradling Rosie to my chest, when two people make a mad dash to get through the automatic doors before they close. I turn around and find myself looking at a giggling couple. Who else could it be but Louis and Eleanor?

“Morning guys.” I smile, crossing over to the elevator. It opens automatically and I hold the doors open until they cross the marble lobby and step inside.

“Morning Niall.” Eleanor chirps, grasping Louis hand to pull him forward as he drunkenly pretends that he’s going to step back out of the lift.

“Hey Louis.” I chuckle, seeing that Liam wasn’t the only one to go out of their comfort zone with the alcohol tonight.

“Morning bro…” He imitates Zayn’s accent, cracking up for his own amusement before turning back to me in realization. “You’re not drunk! Niall when have you ever been sober on New Years?”

“Since I had to look after this one.” I smile, gesturing to Rosie with my head. I take a second to make sure she’s okay –she hasn’t even turned an eyelash at the sound of other people’s voices. She must have been tired.

“Now that’s adorable.” Louis coos, standing on his tiptoes to get a better sight of her. “Glad things are okay now man.” He pats my back happily. Drunk Louis is a very strange Louis. He can either be toned down or even more amplified –watching him drink alcohol can be a very scary process until you can be exactly sure who he’s going to turn out being that night. Luckily, I’ve caught him on a good night where he’s a bit more sensible than his usual self. “Wait…” He takes out his phone, snapping a picture of the two of us with a sleeping Rosie in the foreground before I can even realise.

“Now that’s going on Instagram.” He points out, smiling to himself as the doors open.

“You don’t even use Instagram anymore.” I call after him in amusement, trying to keep my voice lower than I would usually shout.

“Maybe I’ll start again.” He calls back without saying goodbye or acknowledging me as he walks straight to his and El’s room to sleep. I chuckle as I always do around Louis. Eleanor puts the back of her hand against Rosie's cheek, smiling at me before following after her boyfriend.

"Look after her Niall. Night night."

"Night El."

It’s on the short ride up to the seventh floor that I look forward to the long day of lounging and sleeping ahead of me, but what makes it even better is that I know I’ll have my girl right beside me the whole time. I can’t wait.

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