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'?


130. 'Kinda Hot.'


"The film was great. Did you like it?"


"What's wrong?"

 "There's nothing wrong Rach."

 "You sure?"

"Yeah, it's just I think there might be some paps down here. Keep close to me, okay?"

 I don't have time to nod before Harry puts one arm over my shoulder and uses it to keep my tightly held against him.

 We're just rounding the corner of the cinema's basement car park when a whole group of bulky men with cameras spring out from behind different cars.

 "Shit." Harry mutters. There could be about 6 or 7 of them, hardly any compared to the groups I've been faced with before, but our lack of security guards doesn't give us much of an advantage against them.

 "Is that your new girl Harry?" One of them calls. We keep walking with our heads down. I don't get scared around paparazzi like Rosie does, but that doesn't stop them from pissing me off with their ridiculous comments. Maybe not so ridiculous anymore... but still -Harry's supposed to be dating Kendall in the media.

 "What's your name love?" One of them asks now that he's reached us and is walking parallel with my elbow. Again, I ignore the comment and keep walking. Harry secures his arm even tighter around me.

"Well we know it's not Kendall."

 "Don't wanna talk?"

 "What've you two been up to?"

 I can see Harry's car now. Only five more between us and we'll be there.

 "Hot date?"

 3 cars.

 "Tell us what film!"

 Just one more car. We file between the  range rover and it's neighbouring car when suddenly there are people pushing us from all directions. Everybody is squeezing into the tiny amount of space, so much so that I feel like I'm going to shoot up like the cork out of a wine bottle. Someone, I'm not sure who, grabs my hand and pinches it harshly.

 Fuck, that really hurt, but I grit my teeth and wait for Harry to unlock the doors. The person who did it isn't giving themselves away so I just regard all of the camera men with looks of disgust. Who would seriously go to the point of pinching a girl's hand, just to get a reaction off of her?

 "Jesus, can you give me and my friend some room here? It's not cool."

 Harry urgently pushes me through the back seats door of his Range Rover, so that I can climb to the front without having to go through the crowd of paps by the passenger seat.

 When I'm sat down, a few of them bang on the door and try to open it, but I make sure it's locked before allowing myself to relax.

 "Sorry Harry." One guy says. "You know we don't mean no harm."

 "Well tell your mates and everyone here to do me and my friend a favour and fuck off."

 He jumps into the car as a few people behind cameras grunt in shock at Harry's out of character words. 

"Your friend Harry?"

"Just a friend?"

He's normally really cool in situations like these, but instead, he reverses out of the space as soon as the engine's on and flips off his fingers at the cameras before flying out of the parking lot.

 I hold onto the bottom of the seat until we make our way out onto the congested streets of London.

 "Jesus... Well that was..." I try to think of a word to describe it.

 "Unneeded? Idiotic? Rude?" He puts one hand against his temple like he's disappointed in himself.

There's a white pinch mark on the back of my hand but I hide it under my scarf and rub the skin there to even it out. The last thing I need is yet another court case. I turn towards the driver seat, with a smirk on my face, to look Harry in the eyes. "Actually," I giggle "I was gonna say it was kinda hot." 


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