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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4. 'In Love'?

NIALL’S POV:

Yes! My favourite song!' I think to myself with a smile. I look over at Harry and he grins cheekily at me whilst starting off the song. I go to stand by Liam who is about start singing and gave him a clap on the shoulder. We are good friends and I know he gets nervous, so I try to give him as much encouragement as possible. He looks grateful.

I walk back over to my other good mate Harry. I know we all handle our performances in completely different ways; even if Liam never shows his nerves to the crowd.

Me and Hazza start laughing away from the mics as Harry points out a bar attendant who has gotten up on the bar and is swaying to the music. I hope she doesn't get fired for showing us her support; even though she is supposed to be here to work. I wave at her gingerly and she starts jumping up and down clapping her hands. It's hard to see out into the crowd so I make myself survey the faces; waving here and there to make the most of the free moment I have on stage.

Face after face. Banners and posters mixed together, all in a blur. But wait. I double take as my eyes scan past the front of the crowd, on their way up to Harry, and then back down again as quickly as possible.

There she is, clear and beautiful, standing at the front of the crowd. She is leaning against the stage, so much so that she's just made it into the spotlight that is coming down from above. Everything about her is beautiful, including the way that the light illuminates the top of each and every brown curl and the tops of her thick lashes that are pointed down. She is looking down at someone else beside her; laughing at them in fondness. I nearly choke on my breath as I realise how long I've been looking at her and Hazza elbows me in the rib to give me my cue. Shit.

I try my hardest to concentrate on the lyrics, but my brain has other ideas and has trained my eyes on the girl’s lashes. Luckily the lyrics flow out of my mouth freely.

I have only just started singing when her eyes flash up, straight into mine, and my vision is blurred by a shocking colour of emerald green. They are the only things I see as I mechanically sing my parts through the whole song, though sometimes her eyes are illuminated by a sudden blush of her cheeks or a flash of her pearly white teeth. We don't break eye contact once, even as I move around the stage, just out of habit. When the music comes to a stop we announce to the crowd that we are taking a break and then disappear through the side of the stage. I take one last look at her before I run through the hallway; into the dressing rooms behind the stage. They are used purposefully for the nights that the club holds concerts. 

As I throw myself onto the couch sideways, I look up at the dirty ceiling and take a deep breath in; smiling to myself. Before I know it, Louis and Harry are hanging off the back of the sofa -nudging me in excitement and making a racket.

"Who the hell was that Nialler?"

"Do you know her?"

"She was fit as fuck.." Harry thinks out loud.

I go to slap at his face but miss.

"Oooooh Nialler's jealous! Nialler's jealous!"

"I am not jealous!"

"Nialler's over protective! Nialler's in love!" Louis corrects himself as he skips around the room and jumps onto the other sofa where Zayn and Liam are currently sitting in fits of laughter at Louis' outburst. He only just has enough time to dodge the pillow that I've thrown straight towards his head.

"Oooooh touchyyy!" Louis winks and jumps over the back of the sofa, to try and run away from me before I get him, but instead, he trips onto the floor behind the sofa, just as I get up and throw myself over the sofa on top of him. "Stopp! Gett'of!" He screams out laughing.

The three other boys run over and dump themselves on top of us; wanting to be in on the fun. After a minute of 'torture Louis time' we all get up and laugh the whole thing off; brushing down our clothes from the dirt we've picked up off the floor and clapping each other on the backs. We are all heading back to sit down when an attendant comes in with drinks and Harry takes me off to one side. "Seriously mate, go for it. She could be the one." He leaves me with a wink and a clear memory of the girl's evergreen eyes.

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