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'?


121. 'Everything We Lose Has A Way Of Coming Back To Us'


“Rosie, are the mini pizzas out of the oven?”

“Yeah, I just put them on the dining room table!” I call up the stairs to where my mum is just finishing getting ready.

“What about the mince pies?”

“Getting them now!” Dad laughs as he walks past me to make his way up the stairs. I make sure to give him an exaggerated roll of my eyes. Everything has to be perfect for any parties that my family hosts; and every little detail is sure to be overseen by my compulsive mother. Hosting parties is one of the only things that she gets agitated about, but I’m starting to think she has OCD. Everything has to be perfect; from the white marquee that my dad and Justin have been setting up in the garden all afternoon, to the right amount of drinks, covered by the right amount of ice, in the lower fridge’s pre-installed ice bucket.

I swing into the kitchen and see Lola opening the oven nervously. She’s always been afraid of burning herself on hot things like the oven and stove; which is why she generally avoids them. “Here, I’ll do it.”

I slip the tray of homemade mince pies out of the oven and tip each of them out from their aluminium casings to place on a ceramic platter that Lola’s just pulled out from a nearby cupboard.

“They’re great. Can I have one?”

I wink at my little sister. “You did a good job with the pastry. I’m sure nobody will notice if a couple go missing.”

She picks one off of the plate daintily and hands me one for myself too. “Mmm…” I smile as I walk into the living room; checking that the snacks on the coffee table are still there. Lola follows me, tutting at Justin for eating the crisps, but I just laugh at the pair of them. They fall back onto the couch together, Carla giggling at them from next to the TV, where she’s finding a good music station with Christmas songs to put on. I almost drop a bit of mince pie meat on the top of my dress when I swear and catch it with my hand.

“Good save sis.”

“You look nice.”

“Thanks Carla.” I’m wearing a crimson dress with a strapless, heart neckline that has a red sequined bodice. “Just a little bit of Christmas cheer. Red’s quite a suitable colour don’t you think?”

Carlie gives up and just switches Capital Radio on. She pushes herself up from the floor, strain present on her face, with a tough nod. “You okay?” I receive yet another nod and Justin shrugs at me with an ounce of curiosity. Carla’s acting really strange.

“Here, why don’t you sit down, you look tired?”

“No I’m okay.” But that doesn’t stop her from flopping down onto the armchair in the corner of the room anyway. She’s wearing a plain black dress that falls from neck to toe. It’s really pretty and the material flows like silky, glittering water, but there’s something I can’t quite put my finger on. There’s something abnormal about her fashion choice and appearence, forgetting the fact that she hardly ever wears black.

“I like your dress. Where did you get it from?”

“Oh thanks.” The compliment brightens her mood. “It’s from Next’s range of um, it’s from Next. It’s new –I brought it this week.”

“Well it’s really pretty.” I’m about to ask her what is different about her appearance –maybe another ear piercing out a different hairstyle that I can’t quite figure out- when the doorbell goes and I rush to answer it. I open the door to find Rach leaning against the doorframe in a sliver dress that is tight around her arms, chest and hips, reaching her mid-thighs and showing off her boobs with a normal circular neck line. The material looks stretchy but also gives the impression of metallic fish scales.

“Hey missy, you’re early.” She wraps her arms around my neck straight away and kisses my cheek. I can see a bottle of wine in her hands that she hands to me with a small smile.

“Yeah, I needed to talk to you.”

Suddenly there’s a cough behind me before my mother sets foot on the last step of the stair case. “Umm, I hope that bottle isn’t for my 17 year old daughter!”

“Of course not Mrs Stephens, it’s for you and David. My parents said to give it to you as a thank you –they’ll be coming round later on but they said you’ll probably be busy talking to other people.”

“Nonsense! I always have time for your lovely family. It’s nice to hear that they’ll be coming round –we haven’t spoken in ages, your mother and I.”

I hand the bottle over to my mother with dramatic attitude. “Gosh mum, I’m almost 18.”

She laughs and cups a hand around my jaw. “Nearly, but not quite. I’m only joking. Come on in then Rachel. The other guests won’t be arriving for another half an hour but you’re more than welcome to help us set stuff up.”

We potter around, collecting valuable objects and putting them away (so that they can’t get damaged) and we also manage to light a tonne of candle lanterns to put out in the garden, until the guests start flooding into the house at 6:35 and we are able to sneak away. We find our way up to my bedroom -one of the few rooms off limits- where we sit on cushions next to the balcony doors. Rach has been extremely quiet for the past 30 minutes and it’s quite worrying.

“When’s everyone getting here?”

“Niall said they’re in the car on the way here, but there’s traffic. I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.”

“And Harry’s coming with them? He’ll be here?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“No reason.” Yeah right, like I’d believe that for a second… She looks away quickly and distracts herself with the quickly dimming sky. Sun set is long gone, and the sky’s now in the process of turning from a royal blue to a midnight black.

“Are you okay? You don’t look too good.”

“I’m shattered,” she yawns. “I was up so late and the police woman didn’t leave until like 3am.”

Police?” What the actual fuck?

“Oh… shit. Yeah I was going to tell you in a better way than this.”

“Tell me what?” I’m panicking now, leaning forward towards my best friend with urgency in my eyes.

“Just… don’t get pissed off. Okay?” She doesn’t wait for an answer. An answer that she knows will either consist of a raised eyebrow or a scoff. “I got drunk last night.”

“You got drunk... by yourself?”

“And Miles came round.”

“Hold up… Miles came… what-?”

“-And he tried it on with me so I screamed and my parents came running down stairs to kick him out, they called the police and I told them everything about the way that he’s treated me.”

“Wow… anything else you’d like to shock me with?”

“And they went to arrest him this morning.” My eyes fly open, and just when I think it can’t get any more surprising- “And I’m taking him to court for all of the crap and abuse I’ve had to deal with.”

I seriously don’t know why, but my first reaction is to laugh. It’s a throaty contagious laugh that I’ve picked up off of Niall. Rach starts laughing along with me and before we know it, we are both in a fit of giggles. “I’m… sorry!” I giggle as Rach clutches the dress material at her stomach. “I’m so awkward in situations like… like these but wow. I’m proud of you babe.”

I lean forward to hug her, overcome with pride and joy when I remember she had said there was a reason for her parents calling the police. I’ve managed to control my giggles now, so that I can whisper something serious into her straight, black hair. “Are you sure you’re okay though? Are you in shock, do you need anything?”

“I’m fine.”

“Fine is a fucking stupid word.”

“I’m… coping.” She corrects.

“Good. I’m always here for you, you know that. I don’t even really need to tell you that, because it’s so obvious, but yeah…”

“I know.”

We both lean back when I also remember that she never called me and I have to slap her arm lightly. “Bitch, you never rang me! You could have rung me to tell me!”

“I know… I was going to… well, actually no. I was going to text you.” I raise one eyebrow.

“You’re one to be indignant anyway! I had a flyer fall out of my cereal box into my breakfast bowl this morning. Next time you’re going to hide notes in my house from Harry Styles, don’t put them in the cereal box that me and my dad share. Could you imagine if he’d had breakfast before me?” She cups her horrified face in her hands as she thinks of the embarrassment. “That would be sooo awkward.”

“Haha, sorry. I had to think of the places where I knew you’d find them. What did they say anyway? How many did you find? I never actually read what they said you know!”

She grabs her clutch bag from beside her and takes out just a few of them. “I found 6, but one of them says 7 and another says 12, so how many more do I still have to find?”

I rack my brains. There were definitely 15 of them. “You have 9 more.”

“Oh my god” She laughs. “Where have you hidden them!? I don’t know where I’m gonna look!”

“Everything we lose has a way of coming back to us in the end, remember.” I smile at the Harry Potter quote.

“Ohh! I loved Luna. She was one of my favourites.” Rachel clocks onto who said it whilst I read the notes.

One of them says ‘Remember the time I fell in the river? You’re not ‘just another fan’ if you receive VIP access like that ;) I’m sorry, sorry, sorry. Harry xx’

Another reads ‘Pleeeease call me. 09856 982 416 if you’ve deleted my number :( sowweeeeeeey! Harry xx’

The last one that Rachel’s handed to me says ‘I should have told you first, but please can you allow me the time to explain now? It’s better late than never, right? Harry xx’

“You should really give him the chance to explain you know. He’s been beating himself up that he never got the opportunity to explain to you. You’ll forgive him, I promise.”

She looks at me with a satisfied smirk, like she’s beaten me to the point. “I was actually going to call him as soon as I found the first note. It was right after Miles left. I found it down the back of the sofa and I might have even cried –I don’t know, but I do know I felt terrible and seeing the note made me feel so much better. I’m going to speak to him today. I want things to be okay.” That’s my girl.

The timing couldn’t be any better as I hear Niall and Harry calling my name from the bottom of the stairs. We leap up together and race towards the loud voices from the hallway. As soon as I can touch down on the floor I’m pulled in Niall’s arms as hugs me shortly and then puts me down with a squeeze of his hands. He talks with my parents for a little bit and then allows them to introduce him to some of our family friends. I follow behind willingly, impressed at how charming my boyfriend is being to all of the grinning adults and star struck children.

Louis, Zayn and Liam ask me if it’s okay if they show the girls round the house (including the upstairs so that they can specifically show them the den). The term 'girls' also includes Little Mix's Jessy, Leigh-Anne and Jade -who just decided to make an appearance at the very last minute and all look their usual glamorous selves in typically styled dresses. I agree and then notice Harry who’s just been bombarded by my 10 year old next-door neighbour called Jamie and his 12 year old sister Isabelle.

Harry’s leaning against the wall, asking them lots of questions and looking ever so interested. That’s when I notice Rachel, making her way past the group heading upstairs, to go over to speak to him. I hang back, telling Niall that I’ll be a second, so that I can see what goes on between the pair of unaware, unrequited lovers.

At first, Harry does a double take as Rachel walks towards him. It’s either because she looks goddamn hot -if I do say so myself as her best friend- or because Haz wasn’t expecting for her to approach him any time soon.

“Hey, you okay?”

“Mmhmm.” She nods sweetly, smiling to the kids standing around them.

“Alright you two, I’ll come and find you later, but for now I need to go and have a chat with my friend here. Okay?” They both nod and he excuses the two of them to go towards the kitchen. I give Rach the thumbs up as Niall finally gets impatient enough to grab my hand and pull me into the lounge with him. I hope things go well between the two of them –it would just be amazing if we could have a whole party without any arguing, although the chance of that happening is very low indeed.


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