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'?


156. "Blood, Sweat and Tears."


The sight of Niall marching outside with Jace in front of him, at arm’s length, sends a scurrying feeling of paralysis up and down my body. All of the staff behind the bar look over in interest, but not one person looks concerned as they role their eyes and carry on with their work.

Either it happens a lot or they don't get on with Jace. I'm guessing that both explanations are probably just as valid as the other.

Liam rushes past everyone, trying to catch up with them when I call for him quietly. "Liam... don’t let him do it!"

He turns back momentarily to give me a hard-set nod, before running out of the pub.

"Shit..." I hear Harry whisper as he half stands up, debating whether to go after them or not.

"What should we do? Rosie? Are you okay?" El asks, breathless.

"Never seen him that angry." Louis adds, making my own decision for me.

"I'm going." I say quickly before setting off into a jog, avoiding all of the calls of protest from the rest of the group behind me.

People milling around the pub with food and drinks get in my way, similarly to the last night I was here, and I push past them weakly before someone over takes me and barges through the crowds; making space for me to get through easily.

"Thanks Zayn." I say, but he just dips his head in acknowledgement before pushing the double doors out into the small car park.

At first everything is silent, but then I hear gruff voices as they size each other up and argue between themselves. Zayn keeps a hand on my arm to keep me out of trouble and then we side-step around the pub to the beer garden, where they are stood in front of each other on the dark patio tiles between an assortment of hanging lanterns.

"Alright, alright." Liam says, stepping between the two of them and pushing them back with a hand on each of their chests. "Let’s just cool it down a little bit okay?"

"Why?" Jace snickers. "You know your mate can’t hack it?"

“Oh, we know he can hack it.” Zayn laughs from beside me.

"Who the fuck do you think you are? I'm not deaf, I'm standing right here you prick!" Niall scoffs at Jace.

"Okay, okay!" Liam says as he intervenes again, but neither of them move back this time.

"Well you're something. Maybe blind if you couldn't see what me and your 'girl,'" he encloses the word in quotation marks, "have together." What the hell? Does he seriously think that?

"You have nothing together." Niall laughs, running a hand through his quiff as he turns around to walk away from the pathetic loser.

I'm just walking over to take his hand, when he's surprised to see me standing here and takes a deep, calming breath.

We can leave this all now. We can just turn around and forget everything that ever happened here; vowing to never return, but someone else has another idea. "Why don't we let her decide that?" Jace asks, lunging forward to catch my hand.

I shrug away from his deathly warmth instantly, praying that Niall didn't see, but he turns on the spot slowly, and I know that he did. Zayn sighs and Liam just shakes his head.

"Niall..." I plead. "Please let’s go!"

"Dont. Touch. My. Girlfriend." He says, very easily to understand through gritted teeth.

"Or what? You going to punch me?"

"No he's not." I say loudly, with a desperate tone in my voice. "Unlike you he's not trying his hardest for a fight."

"Shame... Always hated the Irish." Now that really is stepping over the line and asking for a fight. Jace shrugs before darting forward with a curled fist.

I shriek and jump backwards, with my hands covering my mouth, but luckily Niall is quick enough to dodge it, letting Jace swing to the left of his face. Then without a second's hesitation he drives his own fist into Jace's jaw, making a loud connection. He repeats it for what seems like a lifetime, but only a few seconds, before Jace gets a grip on his bearings and takes a punch, landing it on Niall's collar bone.

People start to pour out of the pub after hearing a racket, and crowd around the beer garden; shouting as soon as they realise there's a fight.

Somehow, Jace puts all of his bodyweight into tacking Niall to the ground, nearly driving him into a wooden bench, making me cry out in shock and panic.

Zayn holds me back lightly, feeling sorry that I have to witness this. “Don’t look.” He tells me, trying to put himself between me and the fight; working out what he and Liam should do at the same time.

"Someone stop it!" I scream, but everyone is too busy booing at Jace or cheering for their favourited opponent -Niall.

Liam keeps trying to get involved, but there's never a large enough window of opportunity for him to get Jace off of his best friend, until Niall finds the moment to roll over and pin Jace down on the floor.

He throws one more punch at the gruesome dark haired boy, landing it once again on his jaw, before Liam hooks his elbows under Niall and pulls him up and away. There is no protest from Jace this time, however Niall keeps trying to edge forward and get back to him; his teeth clenched and a new found look of determintion on his face.

It’s so hard to watch -so impossibly hard. Niall takes a step forward, against Liam's restraint and I free myself from Zayn, running over to him to help.

I put all I my courage into standing between the boys, right up on my tiptoes to lean my forehead against Niall's.

"This isn't you." I whisper, softly running my hands through his hair, pleading for his attention. I don't care. I don't care who can hear and I don't care whose sorry arse I'm saving by doing this. He keeps his eyes on mine; his irises softening around their blue shores with each second.

"This isn't you Niall. Don't listen to him. Don't let him do this to you." I tighten my fingers in his roots, planting kisses along his cheekbones. He lets his eyes fall shut in disappointment as I knew they would and he lets me support some of his weight.

I look back and watch as Jace lies on the ground -fallen and retiring- whilst everything that previously happened starts to catch up with Niall's confused eyes and becomes a harsh reality.

Jace’s nose is bloodied and the thick, crimson paste has been smudged across his cheek. One eye is starting to swell, but that doesn’t put a stop to his abusive language as he points a finger at my cowering boyfriend.

“Fucking dickhead! He attacked me!”

“I think we all know what really happened.” I say threateningly as Niall wraps an arm around my waist, bringing me closer, but I’m scared of what people will think. Will they know the truth?

“I’ll call all the magazines –all the newspapers! Tell them what you boys are really like! Explain how this-” He points to his swollen eye and slowly bruising jaw “-really happened.”

I was scared of this from the start. This was my next biggest fear, after Niall getting hurt from the fight.

Imagine the publicity. Imagine the paparazzi following us around; using abuse to see if Niall will strike out once again, like the monster people will think he is. He’s not a monster, but that will be his label.

Or at least that’s what I thought before an older guy, who served us from behind the bar earlier, pushes through the crowd and pulls Jace up by the collar of his shirt, roughly.

He’s plump and grey, with a white beard and tired, wrinkled bags under his eyes. The tag that he wears on his tight, black shirt names him as assistant manager. Everyone can see that he is taking a great deal of amusement from the situation his boss’s son has been put into as he smirks and rattles the sixteen year old boy in his fist, like a maraca.

“The only person you’ll be explaining anything to, boy, will be your parents. Driving famous faces like them out of the business that they made with sweat, blood and tears. And what’s even worse is that you started a fight with one of them! I can’t wait to see you talk yourself out of this one kid.” He drags him by the collar, back towards the pub, giving me a wink on his way past. I can’t help but give him the hint of a smile.

Harry, Louis and Eleanor emerge from the double doors just as the assistant manager drags a beaten-up Jace over the premises, yet he still stops to apologise on his way. “I have to apologise on behalf of him sir,” He explains to Harry, who looks taken aback by the entire conversation, as well as Jace’s battered predicament. “His behaviour was completely outrageous. Apologise to all of your friends on behalf of me and my managers?”

“Of course.” Harry says, shaking the man’s hand, with a creased brow and a sideward glance at Jace.

I can see Louis assessing the damage as he steps forward in front of Eleanor with a smirk on his face. “Jace isn’t it? You’re lucky you won’t be hearing from our lawyers.” Oh Louis. You can see him practically drooling over what’s happened; knowing that ‘our lawyers’ were never going to be taking any action in the first place.

Jace turns as pale as a white sheet, understanding that luck is no longer in his favour. Louis narrows his eyes at him, nodding ever so slightly with a silent threat and patting his shoulder; patronising him as an inferior child.

 “That’s very good of you sir.” The grey haired man nods curtly, stepping back inside of the pub.

I smother a giggle and turn back to the crowd, who are exchanging looks and creating a loud, source of mumbled conversation. That’s when I see Niall beside me.

He looks around at everyone’s faces, particularly the rest of his band, a look of distress in his eyes before he backs away from Liam and then takes a fast paced walks straight past me, trying to get as far away from the crowd as possible. Only a couple of seconds pass before I run to catch up with him. I take his arm, trying to get his attention, but he shrugs away before I can tell him it’s me.

"Hey," I say, jogging to get in front of him, finally getting his attention. "Hey, it's me." I breathe out, before he wraps his arms around me and holds me tight.

“I had to get away.” He says quickly.

“It’s okay.” I say, tightening the crook of my arm around the back of his neck. "Let’s go home. We don't need to be here any longer."

"I'm sorry-"

I shush him with a simple kiss on the lips. "Don't. It's not your fault."

"Right, everyone alive? Ready to go?" Louis jokes from where he, Harry and El are making a beeline for us -along with Zayn and Liam- although I can tell they're worried and will be asking about what just happened during the whole and extremely long journey home.

I don't know what will happen to Jace –whether he’ll be punished, whether he’ll go blabbing to the media, or if I’ll even see him around school again- but I couldn't give a fuck to be quite honest. The only person who matters to me is safe in my arms.

Everyone starts to back away from the beer garden -heading towards the car. I let my blonde broken boy take a few more deep breaths before asking "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. He did get my collar bone… I think it’ll be okay." He rubs it lightly with his fingers and I press my hand tenderly on top –letting him know that I’m here.

"That was a really silly thing to do. You don't need to jump into fights for me, but... I'm kind of flattered."

"You are?" He opens his eyes, a small gleam reflecting the lanterns around us.

"Yes. But that doesn't mean that it's going to happen again... Okay?"


A crowd is looking to see where we’ve gone, spotting us just a little way out into the car park. I need to get out of here, and by the look of him, so does Niall. "Now come on." I let him tuck me under his arm on the short walk to the car. I let him help me with my shoelace when I realise it's undone. I even let him hold one of my hands in both of his, but somehow I still feel like the roles have been reversed.

I'm allowing Niall to take care of me, but only so that I can help him. I'm the one keeping him tied to the spot. This time, I'm playing the part of his anchor.


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