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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20. Eaves Dropping

ROSIE’S POV:

As I lay my head against Niall’s chest, and listened to everyone's' animated conversations about tonight, all I could do was replay what had happened over and over. Some bits were blurry but I remember the bright flashes of light around us as Niall protected me from view and stood over me. I remember trying to concentrate on the way that his heart beat rhythmically in his chest and the continuous pattern of circles that he rubbed over my shoulder to calm me.

I knew that if I didn’t concentrate on these little things, then I would either break down into a complete panic attack or forget how to walk. Either way, it would have been problematic, so I kept myself going for Niall’s sake.

I felt safe in his strong arms; though I knew he was blaming himself for what had happened. It wasn’t his fault though. How was he to know that we were going to get mobbed? If anything, I felt like blaming myself. I could have handled the situation so much better than I did; but I didn’t. Instead, I broke down and he probably just thought of me as a burden now. I didn’t want to be just another problem for him to try and handle, so I would have to prove myself; especially if he was kind enough to even give me another chance.

I remember most people were shouting at us but my hoodie and Niall’s armpit were blocking out most of the sound.

The other thing I could vaguely remember was sitting in his lap in the empty corridor and clinging on to him tightly –never wanting to let go. He opened his mouth to speak at one point. I remember that clearly because, I don’t know why, but I made myself speak before he could. I wish I hadn’t now though, because it bothered me that he had wanted to say something and I didnt know what it was about.

I looked up at his eyes and smiled. He looked down at me and gave me a wink. I felt the urge to say something. Thank him; but I didn’t because I knew that everything was fine. I didn’t have anything to worry about because Niall was my friend and we understood each other. The best thing about our friendship, however, was that I knew he cared about me, just as much as I cared about him.

 

LOLA’S POV:

“She isn’t old enough David!”

“She’s 18 in January. If that’s not old enough then when will she ever be ‘old enough’? Roselyn isn’t our baby girl anymore. She’s a young lady now, Marie.”

“I know. But I still think it’s too much for her! These aren’t just any boys David... This is a globally known boy band with huge record deals that are known by practically everyone in the whole world.”

Mum and Dad weren’t arguing; just talking in hushed whispers, but it worried me what they were talking about. I felt like this was somewhat my fault. Rosie had come home to tell me that she was going out and I had nodded along and looked excited for her as any little sister would do.

Even though I loved the boys, I now knew that I should have questioned whether she’d be capable of being able to take the attention and be able to handle the chance of coming across fans or the paparazzi.

But I hadn’t. I had just let her go with a smile and a wave. I should have at least gotten her to check with Mum and Dad.

“If anything, that means that they’re more likely to keep her safe though, doesn’t it? Plus, she wasn’t alone tonight -she was with Rach, and we let them go out by themselves normally! How can it be any worse than that?”

Dad had a point.

“Still, she could have at least-”

“Called us? We were both at work. She did the right thing by at least letting the other two know. Some kids wouldn’t have even told anyone in their family about it. Rosie isn’t a bad girl, she’s responsible and she knows what she’s doing Marie.”

“I guess.” The kitchen door suddenly opened and my dad stood peering at me, where I was standing facing the door, trying to listen in to their conversation. Uh oh. I was considering scarpering when he laughed.

“You know that it’s bad to listen to private conversations?”

“Yes daddy...” I huffed as I rolled my eyes and walked away. I was half way up the stairs when I suddenly heard the knock at the door.

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