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'?


126. Justin


I’m just skipping up the last stair, on my way to bed after locking up and checking on the house, when I notice Justin’s bedroom door swinging open. “Night Justin.” I call as I swing past. No answer. I turn back to notice that the light’s still on and my brother is lying face down on his bed; surprisingly alone with his arm folded over the back of his head. Where's Carla?

I creep over quietly with the intention of pulling the blanket over him and turning the light off, but decide to call his name again first, just to check that he’s asleep. “Jus?” There’s no answer. He must be asleep, but then-

“Hey Rosie.” It’s not a happy greeting. It's not a tired greeting. If I had to take a guess I would say that he sounds exasperated. He makes no attempt to move, so instead of heading over to pull the blankets over him I perch on the side of his bed.

“You okay?”

“Hmm… are you?”

“Yeah actually. It was a great party!”

I think I can see him nod gently but it’s a mystery under his golden brown hair. I lay a hand on the back of his black shirt and pat him a few times; he doesn’t sound right. “Come on. I’m your little sister –I know when there’s something wrong. Tell me.”

“No.” It comes out as a groan.

“Okay then.” I’m about to get up and leave when I remember. “Wasn’t Carla supposed to be staying here?”

“No, she left early.” That explains why I haven’t seen her around.


“No reason. She just had to rush off.”

“Oh…” It’s obvious by his tone of voice that something went on. And by the sounds of it, it wasn’t good thing either. “What happened?” I sigh.

“Why do you assume something happened?” He finally pushes his chest off of the mattress and turns his head back to meet my eyes.

“Well…” I laugh lightly, just to make the atmosphere a bit easier. “Your red eyes are a bit of a giveaway.” I'm sure he must have been crying before I came in.

He ignores my comment and rolls over to lie on his back. I sigh once more and push my way up the bed, to lie next to him, in an identical fashion. “Jus," my eyes squint in mild confusion. "Why do you still have glow in the dark stars on the ceiling?”

I’m genuinely surprised, but the comment makes him smile. “Why not?” We both sit there quietly for a while before he interrupts the silence again, a wider smile spreading across his face in the mirrored wardrobes opposite. “Do you remember when you used to get nightmares and you didn’t want to wake mum and dad up, so you’d come in here and we’d just look at the stars?”

“Sometimes you’d go down to the kitchen and find a packet of smarties or cookies for us to eat and make me feel better.”

“Oh yeah… I nearly forgot about that. When we got older I would bring you hot chocolate too. But there’d always be crumbs in my bed and it was really uncomfortable.” He grimaces through the soft expression on his face.

“And then when Lola got a bit older she realised what was going on and came in with us.”

“You do realise she’d sneek in here atleast twice, every single night, just to makesure you weren’t here and she wasn’t missing out on anything?”

“Yeah… there was never enough room in the bed for the three of us though.” I laugh lightly as I remember. 

"Sometime's I'd take a sleeping bag out of the cupboard and let you two have the bed." He was always a good brother -looking after his little sisters and putting them first in every situation.

“What happened to those times, huh Jus? I kind of miss it. Lola’s grown up so much over the past few months...”

“We all have.” Justin looks at me calmly. “And look at you. With your celebrity boyfriend and your group of famous friends. Who’d have thought it,” he teases. “you! Famous!”

I pull a pillow from behind my head and smack it on his chest. He pretends that it hurts and then hugs it tightly. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it. It feels weird to you –imagine how I feel.”

“I’m proud of you Rose. I don’t tell you that half as much as I should. Everything that’s happened to you and you’re always so strong.” I watch my feet as I wriggle my purple toenails on the bed covers and smile wryly. “I couldn’t even bare to watch you when… you know.”

“I don’t want to talk about it. It’s just something of the past now.”

“I know, but it was so scary for me to see. You’re my baby sister; you always will be. It’s my job to look after you.”

“You always look after me Jus. You take good care of everyone around you; we’re lucky to have you as a member of our family. Even though you can be an incredibly lazy git sometimes.”

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that last bit then…” We both chuckle with a hint of fatigue. It’s been a long day. “Me and you have always made a good team, haven’t we Rose?”

I look over at him. It’s hard to define his expression; something between worry, fear and excitement. What a strange mix.

“Yeah, of course. Justin... tell me what's wrong, please?”

He meets me eyes seriously. “Look, I wanted to tell you first anyway, so I might as well say it. I know how bad you can be with keeping your mouth quiet, but I thought that might help me when…”


“No offense, but can you just be quiet and listen? It will be easier.”

“Justin, your worrying me.”

“Just listen.”


“Well… Carla had to go, because… we had a chat and I-I” They broke up. I knew it. The way he’s been acting makes it so obvious. What I’m not expecting is for him to burst into tears. One second he is sitting there with a smile on his lips, looking up at the ceiling and deciding how to word a sentence, and the next he’s sobbing into his hands. They’re only soft sobs that shake his shoulders lightly, but the last time I saw Justin cry was when I was 8 and he broke his arm on the climbing frame at primary school. He was 10 then.

As I watch him sit there helplessly, curling his knees up to his face, I feel as if someone is taking great delight in folding my heart into halves, quarters, eighths and so on. I can’t bare it any more. I wrap my arms around him and wait for my older brother to stop shaking in my arms. I can barely wrap my arms around him, but he leans into my neck and hides there until there are no more sobs. Shit.

“Justin, tell me. You can tell me.” I reassure him for good measure. He composes himself, wiping the tears away and sucking in a deep breath.

I'm surprised once again as a smile surfaces -unlikely behaviour for a twenty year old man who's just been crying. There are tired wrinkles by his eyes and his stubble had been building up under his chin over the course of the day. When did my big brother get so old? 

"Rosie," he whispers "I'm going to be a dad."



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