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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158. Everything I Can't Do

ROSIE'S POV:

“Niall give me back my leggings!” I jumped out of the shower half an hour ago to find that my leggings had disappeared from where I laid them on top of the toilet lid, beside my shirt and underwear.

“Nope.” He teases, hiding them behind his back. I just roll my eyes and dart forward with one hand. He dodges it carefully and rolls his tongue between his teeth.

“Stop this.” I moan, folding my hands over the large, blue, button down shirt that I’ve got on. My wet hair drips down onto his apartment floor and he spots it with a raised eyebrow. “Please, I’m cold!”

“You’ll have to get them first.” He sings teasingly.

I know exactly what I’ll do to shut him up. “And what would you do if I said I’m going to leave in a few seconds unless you give them back?”

“I’d say that you’re definitely not going anywhere with those bare legs.” He grins at the goose bumps starting to form however the sight pushes me to an extreme reaction.

“Watch me.” I grunt unhappily, crossing the bedroom floor and pressing the button for the lift. All I’m trying to do is prove him wrong.

I walk with my head high and make sure to swing my long hair as much as possible over my back –leaving a long trail of water behind me. It opens automatically and I jump in without a second’s doubt, tilting my head to one side expectantly and holding out a hand for my leggings.

He observes me with squinted eyes, finding the whole situation mildly amusing and reluctantly shrugging in answer. He pulls the leggings from behind his back to hand them over to me when the doors start to shut.

“Shit!”

His eyes go wide as they close in, however I can sense the presence of a laugh. “Press the button! Press the-” I slam my hands along the display of buttons in panic, not remembering where the one that opens the door is but nothing responds. The doors cut him off and I am being whisked down stairs. Oh god no. The lobby’s going to be freezing.

I look at my damp, bare reflection in the mirror at the back of the lift and curse myself. I’m only covered by a blue shirt that come down to the tops of my thighs. At least I had a chance to put my underwear on, I reason with myself.

I’m slamming my hands down on the buttons, panic spreading through me. “Shit. Fuck no.” I look up at the screen to see that the elevator is still travelling down the block of flats. Any of the boys could step in at any moment. “This can’t be happening…” But then the lift comes to a sharp stop, far too early for my liking and the loud ‘ping’ tells me that the doors are opening. I breathe, slamming my head against the control panel of buttons as the doors open on the 4th floor. That means… “Oh god no.” I whisper to myself a Zayn steps through the doors and I straighten up.

He comes strolling into the lift, slumping into his walk and muttering a quiet hi before he takes notice of my presence and stops short, his big brown eyes parting wide in shock and amusement. He does a double take as he looks at me and notices my lack of clothes.

“Hi.” He says again, taking another step into a lift.  At first his eyes stare straight at my bare legs in surprise before he recollects himself and diverts his eyes; turning himself in the opposite direction from me. “Uh… sorry. Ha.”

“No worries…” I say, knowing that apologising to him will only, somehow, make it even more awkward than it already is. If I wasn’t already embarrassed enough I would have hid my head in my hands and slapped myself by now. Oh dear lord… I’m never going to get over this mortification.

“So, um…” Zayn coughs awkwardly before turning his head to meet my eyes and grinning with all of his teeth. “Are you going down to the lobby too?” I look down at my bare legs in shame and embarrassment. I really wish I hadn’t been so cocky now. I’ll just have to play it off.

“No, actually, just thought I’d take a short ride in the lift. You know…”

“Okay…” Zayn chuckles; splitting the word into two different syllables, whilst he probably wonders just how crazy I am. Who just casually goes for ‘a short ride in a lift’ for fun? Really Rosie?

“Kill me now…” I mumble to myself, but Zayn must have heard it because his shoulders start to shake as he turns away from me momentarily. “Where are you going off to anyway?”

“Oh, I’m going round to the girls’ house to see Perrie.”

I bite my lip, wondering what to say next. “Oh cool, you know, you two are engaged now.”

“Really? It escaped my attention.” He laughs sarcastically.

“Are you not thinking about moving in together or buying a house sometime soon?”

“We practically live together already; we just have a choice of two different places.” Zayn looks down at the floor with an amused smile. “But you’ll see.”

“I take it that you’re looking for houses then?”

“Maybe.” Zayn smiles, his eyes skirting away from everything but my face, and the doors open up to the wide, chilly lobby. “Okay, well, um see you later Rosie?”

“Yeah sure,” I smile, pulling the hem of my blue denim shirt down, as far as it will go past my knickers.

He’s just in-between the doors of the lift when he turns back suddenly. “Hey,” there’s an evil glint in his eyes. “Remind Niall that the lift isn’t a toy –he shouldn’t mess around with it.”

“Okay, sure.” I say, feeling my whole face turn red in embarrassment before he shakes his head with a chuckle and walks out onto the London roads.

As soon as I get back to the flat, Niall’s standing against the door frame, looking up at the panel that tells him where the lift is. “Why did you go downstairs?”

“Zayn got in!” I say indignantly, grabbing my leggings from his hands as he tilts his head back and laughs manically.

“No way! What did he say? How did he look?”

“Niall, it was honestly so awkward. You should have seen him…” No matter how humiliating it was, I must admit it was pretty hilarious -especially looking back on it now, from the safety of Niall’s flat. “He did a double take and everything. We talked about him and Perrie’s living arrangements and he was trying not to laugh the whole time.” It just makes Niall laugh even more as I attempt to do a sucky impression of Zayn’s face and tell him even more. “Don’t ever do that to me again!”

“You’re the one who got in the lift in the first place you idiot.” He argues, a full smile in possession of his lips the whole time.

“Yeah well you stole my leggings.”

“Yeah, well I like your legs.” He pulls me closer and I pretend to be pissed off.

“Yeah, well…” I try to find a retort. “I like your abs… But I don’t go around stealing your tshirts!” I don’t think I was expecting for that to come out.  Where did that come from? I instantly feel my cheeks flush.

“You should,” he smirks, pulling me closer; placing his hands on my hips and digging his fingers into the slightly sensitive spots there. “If that’s what you like...”

“Niall!” I giggle, squirming away from the ticklish sensation below my waist. He knows exactly how to get me there. “That’s not the point.”

He takes my leggings back from where they’re bundled up in my fist and throws them behind his head comically. “You’re a weirdo.” I laugh, but my eyes are still as we both go quiet and they find his blue irises. It takes a few gorgeous seconds for me to move again; pushing him roughly, back towards the centre of the room, my hands finding his hair as I guide my mouth to his lips, holding him there before he can ruin the moment by making another stupid joke. He steps back with me, shuffling along the floorboards and over the wood whilst he pulls my hips along with his. I can’t get enough. The motions are beautiful. I want to be as close to him as possible.

He pulls his shirt off over the top of his head, giving me full access to touch and feel the muscles in his chest, arms and back with my fingertips. We’ve just fallen onto his bed when things heat up. Niall holds me closer, squeezes his hands around my skin tighter, and I want this, I want him but not at a pace that’s too much for me to handle. I’ve got a fist tangled in his hair and one hand running up and down his back when he starts to unbutton my shirt from the top down. That’s when I place my hand over his, adding pressure to keep it still and warm against my collar bone.

“Niall…” I don’t want to give him the wrong idea, or work him up- only to receive a fizzle instead of a bang, like a wet firework. “I’m sorry…” I sigh, disappointed in myself for still being so shy and frigid.

He opens his eyes, narrowing his eyes in kindness. “You don’t need to be sorry.”

“I do. You’re being patient but I’m still not ready. I want to give you-”

“You don’t need to give me anything. I want you to know when you’re fully ready –to know when you want to do it. Forget how I feel about it. You know I’ll always want you… no matter how long it takes baby.” He runs his hand through my hair and then cups it under my chin, leaning down to kiss me softly on the lips. “I want it to be perfect for you. That means you make the rules. And tell me when I’m breaking them.” I smile with him, running a hand under his jaw where slight stubble is already starting to appear since he shaved this morning.

“I love you.”

“I know. I love you too –and I’ll do anything to make sure I can carry on loving you for the rest of my years.”

“You know how to woo a girl.” I smile, complimenting him for always saying all the right things.

“Nah, I know how to woo my girl.” He swoops me up into his arms and lies back so that I end up lying on the region between his hips and chest, resting my head on his shoulder. My feet fall of the bed, but as soon as Niall notices he grabs them, tickling me slightly as he moves my legs to lie against his body. “But since we’re here, I don’t see anything wrong with a bit of cuddling.”

“Oh no, now you’ve gone and crossed the line.” I smile, wrapping my arms around his chest and holding on as tight as possible; making up for everything I can’t do for him right now.

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