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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2. Getting Ready

ROSIE'S POV:

I walk over to where Lola is sitting on the bed and pick up the clothes she has placed in front of her. She smiles up at me, as she always does, while I finger through the clothes. It was her favourite white t-shirt that One Direction had sold for Comic Relief, with each of their cocky and happy faces smiling back at me, which she had paired with a pair of light blue skinny jeans that could hardly get any skinnier to hold her bone-like legs in. Lola had also brought a hoodie along with her. She had brought after seeing the dark-haired one,her favourite Zayn, wear it for an interview. It was navy blue, slim fitting and had silver string through the hood. “What shoes are you going to wear with this monkey?” I ask her and she looks up at me from her t-shirt where she was watching the boys’ faces.

“I was going to wear my Nike airs?” she said uncertainly.

“Yeah sure,” She had style for a 12 year old. “Now go and jump in the shower and don’t be long, we have to leave at 7:00pm.” She hops off the bed which is just too high for her and runs into my en-suite where I hear the shower turn on as she closes the door. I love the relationship that I have with my sister; it was like whenever she was around neither of us could stop smiling and she has always looked up to me as a role-model, smiling her cute smile and chirping away at me.

The last time she was genuinely upset in front of me was when I had just started high school and I came home to find her crying. I had asked her what was wrong and she had said that a boy at school had pushed her over in the playground. As she told me, tears were rolling down her cheeks and her bottom lip was wobbling. It was heartbreaking to watch but she was six at the time and I feel lucky to not have seen her that upset since then. Another thing I feel lucky about is to have such an amazing little sister and older brother. We never argue, just tease each other, but it only ever ends in giggles and smiles. Justin is 20 and is doing an apprenticeship to become a mechanic. He’s extremely bright and could have gone to University but he chose not to.

I pull a pillow onto my lap, waiting for Lola to finish in the shower, when my phone buzzes in my pocket and I pull it out and lay back against the pillows on my bed. It's from Rachel

‘Hey. Sorry, I forgot to text you when I got home. Miles rang me and I lost track of the time’. She sure did. It was already 5:41. ‘Anyway, Miles is coming round so we can watch Catching Fire together; again ;) have a great time at the concert! Is monkey excited? Xx’

I love the way that Rach refers to Lola as Monkey too. I was the only one who called her that, but it was common knowledge between me and Rachel, so that’s how we referred to her.

So Miles her boyfriend is going around to her house? I text her back quickly.

‘Heya. No problem, you can tell me all about movie tonight tomorrow ;) Have fun and yes she hasn’t stopped bouncing around since I got home. She’s just getting out of the shower so I’m gonna go and get ready now. I’ll message you when we get to the club:) xx’

I place my phone down just as monkey comes out, wrapped in a towel, and I squeeze her shoulders and go over to the home-sound system that I have in my room. I flip One Direction's latest album into the CD player and put it on as loud as I dare to before giving Lola a wink and walking into the bathroom. I'm not a fan but tonight is about my little sister and her happiness comes first.

I take my skinny, black trousers off and fold them up on top of the toilet seat. I then place the burgundy, long sleeved, see-through shirt I wore for school on top. I hop into the hot shower and before I know it I'm back out and looking for some clothes in my walk-in wardrobe that I have next to the en-suite bathroom in my bedroom.

I decide on a thin knitted jumper that is pink with a white lace collar. I wasn’t sure on what to wear with it but just threw on some dark blue skinnies and a heeled pair of brown boots with laces. They're not extremely high but they do have quite a big platform. No pain, no gain I say to myself as I think about walking through London in them.

As a last minute thought I put an emergency pair of flats in my evening bag that are brown like my shoes and the leather jacket I will wear with it when we leave.

My hair is starting to curl as it dries so I just leave it to its magic powers and start with my makeup. Foundation, powder, a stroke of bronzer blush and some light mascara to enhance my thick lashes. Perfect.

Before I know it, there is a little arm tugging on my jumper with a big smile awaiting me. I laugh, knowing what she wants. I sit her on the spinny chair where I always do my makeup in front of my dresser and turn her towards me. I don’t bother with the foundation or powder this time, but just apply the bronzer blush, some mascara and a little bit of lipstick. There; she looks so adorable and I can tell she's starting to look forward to the night we have ahead of us. She flings her arms around me and says thank you before she jumps up and starts dancing around.

“One way, or another, I’m gonna find ya. Im gonna meet ya’, meet ya’, meet ya’, meet ya’!” I laugh at her canny timing and put my makeup away whilst she performs the rest of ‘One Way or Another’, perfectly in time to the loud music. Her voice is cute and childish.

It's approaching 7:00 so I allow her to finish the rest of the song before I walk over to the sound system and shut it down, before opening my brown clutch and checking it for the last time. Shoes, purse, concert tickets, mobile and lipgloss. Right. We're ready.

“Come on Monkey!” She looks at me in excitement and races down the stairs, singing to another one of their songs before I turn and leave the room; turning off the lights. I rush down stairs, grab my leather jacket and grab Justin by the elbow -pulling him away from the kitchen.

I say bye to my dad whilst Justin and Lola put their shoes on, before walking out to my brother’s new Range Rover that my dad had bought him recently. Lola clutches my hand as we get in the backseats.

"I'm going to see Zayn! And the rest of them! Oh my god we have to be at the front!"

I laugh at my little sister. "Okay, but people might have been queuing all day to get to the front so don't be dissapointed Lola."

Croydon is only about a 45 minute drive from the centre of London, but Justin decided he is going to take us there and then wait with some of his friends that live there whilst we finish up at the concert. We sing to the songs that are playing on Capital Radio on the way there, and then before we know it, Justin pulls up right outside the club. It is now 7:50 so he'd gotten us there in perfect time. I thank him and told my brother I’d ring him when we needed a lift back. “Have fun girls!”

I get out and then pull Lola out behind me before Justin drives away. She holds my hand and we go to join the back of the line. We were told this concert was exclusive, but we didn’t expect the paparazzi to be crowding around on a nearby pavement. Lola had won the tickets on the Capital Radio Show for phoning in and telling them about her huge crush on Zayn Malik. I just smiled and kept walking with monkey, whilst she clutched to my arm nervously. I beam at her as we get to the end of the line for the concert.

“Thank you for coming with me! You look stunning by the way.” she chirps.

“It’s my pleasure monkey and thankyou!” And for the first time that night, I realise just how excited I am to be there; especially as I look up at the club’s sign above the entrance.

‘Koko London’

©nialls_tribute

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