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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171. Being A Bitch

A/N: I'm going to start off by saying sorry. I know it feels like i've been neglecting this story, but i've been striving to get a new chapter up as soon as possible. Apparently my laptop's keyboard does not work automatically however, and therefore it requires the work of my useless brain and finger tips... Writers block is the worst and this is the most horrendous case of it that i've ever had -let's just hope that it doesnt come back anytime soon. So here's the next chapter.

I think one of the hardest things about continuing to write this book is knowing where my end goal is, however I have the most compelling need to fill in all of the gaps in between... and for the moment I have no idea where I want to take the next few weeks of this story.

Once i do beat the next few chapters i've got one killer of a plot for you, and those of you who are dying for some more mature content will be pleased to hear that it's all written and standing backstage, waiting for Niall and Rosie's time to shine... if you get what i mean of course xD ;)

Thank you for the support, i know that waiting can sometimes be even more frustrating than the urge for me to get something up for all of you. Dont worry -Rosie, Rachel and Niall have not yet been abandoned.

Keep reading, and if you haven't already, watch the trailer! Nialls_Tribute xo

ROSIE’S POV:

Stepping through the door on the first day back at school is an impossible task in itself, however with Harvey still away on holiday my nerves are just as intense –if not, higher than usual.

“How many hours left?” I whisper to Rachel as a few young, girls’ eyes are the first to fall on me. She looks just as nervous as me in a tartan, red pencil skirt and black blouse, but somehow Rach manages a giggle from beside me.

“I don’t know –but there’s only a few months until we finish…”

“Thank fuck for that.” I sigh, whispering back to her.

We decide to stay downstairs in the canteen until our first lesson starts, and Rachel manages to find us an empty table to sit at.

“So I spoke to Niall yesterday… well, last night.”

“You jumped?” She asks – a knowing smile on her lips.

“Yes. And I think you’re right. Now that I’ve put it out there I’m actually really impatient for us to, you know, get round to it.”

Rachel laughs, tapping the side of her nose cockily. “Just listen and learn baby.”

“Okay, I’ll give you that one. But I kind of need some advice… about when we do decide to do it. Just from a completely experienced and understanding perspective. I could go to Carla for help but I feel like that would be awkward…”

“Extremely awkward.” Rachel agrees; her eyes crinkling as she silently giggles.

Just as I’m starting to relax and all of my inner tension about starting back at school is dissolving, I’m brought back to a racing heart when I spot a couple -in fact, at least few- familiar and completely unfriendly faces behind Rachel’s shoulder.

“What the fuck…” I murmur to myself quietly. Rachel’s about to turn around when I try to stop her. “Rach don’t turn around-” I start but it’s already too late. She turns back to me –her eyes filled with horror.

“What the hell are they all doing together? Is this some sort of pent-up anger hate party?”

“Rach…” I murmur, lowering my eyes as she attracts their attention with her loud words. They can’t hear her from across the canteen but I’m sure they all understand what it is exactly that’s bothering us. Becky and Pattie are the first to look up.

“If they have something to fucking say to us then-”

“Shut!” Is the only word that manages to make it out of my mouth before I realise that they are starting to walk towards us. Jace, Miles and a few other girls flank them. I keep my eyes down, pretending to be interested with something in the opposite direction. There’s no avoiding them once Becky’s made it all the way to our table though; her stupid, purple nails gliding across the surface of the plastic table top.

"Hi girls." She starts -a bitter sweet smile plastered onto her tight mouth. The sight could easily make anyone gag.

"Do you want something?" Rachel asks, turning to Becky with a disgusted raised eyebrow.

"You shouldn't scowl so much babe, you'll get wrinkles faster." Finally Becky loses her smile and crosses her arms over her chest.

"Nice dress Rosie. Looks like... hm." She arrogantly pauses. "It looks like it's just walked out of a charity shop."

"It's actually Karen Millen, but I wouldn't expect you to know anything about that would I?" I give her an equally artificial smile and look down at her thin suit material trousers. "Where are those from? Does your mother refit everything of hers for you to wear?"

Rachel snorts whilst I patiently await an answer. "Actually they're custom made." It obviously strikes a nerve as Becky stands up taller and pushes her cheap, shiny, red bag further onto her shoulder. She literally looks like she's stepped out of her mother's 80s wardrobe. Cute.

"Did you want something?" Rachel asks again -more amusement in her voice this time.

"Well I was actually coming over to say that we got off on the wrong foot -that we should try to get along this term. It is the last few months we'll have at school after all."

"Sorry what?" Rachel stands up from her seat slowly, cocking her head to the side as she raises an eyebrow in disbelief. "Did you just say that you want us to get along? Us? Meaning you, abusive dick, immature jerk, miss piggy and the three plastics?" A crowd starts to gather around us as Rachel's loud, cursive words draw their attention. "You can't actually be serious?"

Becky's mouth opens wide like a goldfish, her lips popping as they try to form a coherent sentence.

I stifle a giggle behind my hand.

“Well what did you think Becky? That we’d be able to just smile and wave at the people who have caused us so much drama and even a court case for abuse?”

“I didn’t abuse her!” Miles tries to interrupt.

“Yeah, keep telling yourself that.” I roll my eyes at him. I’ve never been scared of Miles and that’s not about to change either.

He’s about to say something when Pattie rests her hand on his chest, whispering something in his ear to calm him. “Hey, Pattie, I hope you’re happy with him. Just do us all a favour and don’t complain when he starts on the bottle and ends up throwing you around. It’s bound to happen.”

She narrows her eyes at me and pulls Miles out of the crowd behind her. I hope they’re happy together because they really do deserve each other.

I’m suddenly made aware of Jace staring at me when he moves closer. “And you… what are you even doing with these people? Just here for a little bit of inside gossip on me and my friends?”

"I don't have any interest in you-"

"You weren't saying that when you were trying to snog my face off. I wish you had though. It would have saved me a lot of hassle and disgust."

Jace just rolls his eyes, sitting back on the top of a nearby table -the occupants making horrified faces as he crosses his arms and ignores them.

"What was the point of this? To cause more arguments?" I ask Becky -pissed off with her unreasonable and frustrating judgement.

"No... I just, it... It was an attempt to stop all of this with the court case. Miles doesn't deserve this from you two nasty-"

"-yeah you're right. Rachel didn't deserve the slapping and the hitting and the abuse and the kicking and the beatings. She didn't deserve his drunken words and he certainly didn't deserve her."

For once, I'm surprised by Becky's horrified facial expression as she softens up and her hard set jaw relaxes. "Okay. It was wrong of me to have thought that this would change anything..."

"So the witch does have emotions..." Rachel whispers quietly, looking up at Becky honestly.

You can see all of her empathy dissolve from her sharp features with just one of Rachel's single comments. "I've always had feelings Stormes. You've just been too blind to see them." I whistle lowly, regretting that I ever thought there could be anything different about Becky. "Anyway, where's Mr Rough and Tough?"

Rough and Tough? Jesus christ... God knows if she's not jealous of my boyfriend she's lusting after my engaged body guard. Only Becky Childs…

"Oh haven't you heard? It's all the latest news; after running away to New York to marry Demi Lovato Niall's finally gotten rid of me and my bodyguard whilst I take all of his money and come up with my own album." I patronise her easily –my eyes glittering with falsity and laughter.

"You think I'm stupid." Becky smirks -unamused with my sarcastic words.

"Well someone had to be at the centre of that story. Any ideas Becks?"

"Well it wasn't me this time Rose." She laughs with just as much spite in her crackly tone.

"Great."

"Well now that we've got all of that cleared up, are you going to tell me or not?"

The three plastics edge forward behind their friend -eager to hear.

"You'll be pleased to hear that Niall hasn't given up on me yet." I'm not surprised when Child’s face quite literally drops. "And actually, Harvey isn't here because he's currently on holiday with his fiancé and colleagues, checking out South America before the boys go back on tour." 

"You think you're all that don't you? Well you're not. And don't forget that we'll be at school whilst they're over there. I wouldn't get too excited if I were you."

I know she's right but I can't deal with her need to have an input in my life. "I appreciate your concern, but whether we travel over to South America or not, it is none of your business."

Becky just puckers her lips. "We? Oh you don't mean you and Stormes do you? I know it must be a drag having your boring girlfriend there, but who would willingly pay for the equally boring best friend to be there too?" She turns on her heels to meet my best friends hurt eyes. "It's true! Who would want you there?"

Harry fucking styles. That's fucking who.

"You know what, why don't you mind your own fucking-"

I interrupt skilfully before any more damage can be done. "She's friends with them. All of them actually. And they all like her just as much as I do. That's more than can be said for you." I raise one finger bitchily. "Who are you again?"

"Wow. Childish." Becky giggles, winking at me like a fucking infant.

"I'll be sure to send you photos -you know. Maybe one of us by the pool, one of the private jet... One of the boys and their middle fingers..." I tick off all of the possible scenario's on my fingers with a sweet smile. I know I'm abusing this power but I'm only trying to get her off of my case... Okay, maybe I'm being a bitch about it, but I'm not exactly the only one trying to keep my head above water here.

“Actually –I’ve changed my mind. I can’t wait for you to go on tour with them. Kendall Jenner will wipe the floor with your trashy little face.”

I sense Rachel tense up in front of me. “Kendall, what’s she got to do with it?”

“Well her and Harry, you know.”

“Really? Well maybe you shouldn’t read everything you see in the media. I think you of all people could learn a few lessons from that...”

“Well the amount of times they’ve been seen together they have to be dating!?”

I’m not going to give anything away here, but I’m not going to play along with it either. “Sure honey. But maybe if you’re so obsessed with her I could pass along your number…”

Everyone’s eyes around us go wide and I feel my plan falling into place.

“Wha-what? You would do that? Seriously?”

“Yeah.” I shrug. “I’m sure she could do with a few more cleaners looking for work experience. That job would fit you perfectly this summer, right? Harry mentioned that her toilet brush has been lacking in enthusiasm as of late…” The crowd bursts into laughter whilst Becky turns a firm shade of green before reddening in anger.

“One day he’ll see your true colours Rosie Stephens –and I hope that day is soon.”

I raise one eyebrow, tired of her presence. “Yeah, you’re right. He’ll dump me, get with you and I’m sure you’ll be able to live your perfect little fairy tale together…”

“Unless…” Rachel starts.

“Unless?”

“Unless Niall has already seen all of her true colours, has decided that he loves her and wants to spend the rest of his life with her –in which case he would send her to school with security to protect her from crazy, jealous, bitchy fans and is already planning on taking her on tour with him…” Rachel makes a comical face. “Ooops. Looks like you’re buggered.”

“Yeah, well look who’s talking. Hanging around with them won’t get you into any of their pants –no matter how fame hungry you are.”

“Right.” Rachel coos.

“You know what? I’ve got better things to do. See you later bitches.”

“Bye slut.”

“Ta ta butt hurt whore.” Rachel waves Jace, Becky and the plastics off whilst I kill myself laughing and they each shoot dirty glances in our direction. “You can all go now. End of show!” She announces to the crowd, signalling for them to backup and disperse around us.

“That was a killer.” I admit. “Being a bitch is hard work… I think my jaw is about to fall off from all of that dramatic, fake smiling…” I massage it lightly whilst Rachel shrugs her shoulders.

“Hmm… nope. No aching here- I think I could get used to this.”

“Of course you could.” I laugh at her fondly.

Although quite tiring, that argument has set me up for this killer of a day with at least a smile on my face. I just can’t help but wonder how long it will be before word gets out…

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