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'?


48. Light Sleep


“I’m telling you guys, if we don’t get to meet Brad in the next year, then I’m definitely putting a complaint in. He’s an amazing actor.” We chuckled sleepily and Liam yawned. “Right, I’m off.”

“Me too mate.” Zayn got up with Liam and they turned back before disappearing behind the tent’s cotton curtains. “Are you guys going to be okay putting Rachel to bed?” Their gaze fell on the lightly snoring girl that was turned away from us. Her hands were cupped under her own face and Louis' blanket still fell over her slender body.

“Yeah, we’ll be fine, won't we Lou?”

“Okay,” the boys were already out of the door before I got to take a look at Louis’ drooping eyelids. He gave a huge yawn and I doubted myself. “Well we’ll run down stairs and just check all the doors and windows –just in case Rosie needed to do them and forgot. Night guys.”

“Night Lou, night Haz.”

“Good night.”

“See you in the morning!”

They hopped down the stairs and I got up from mine and Louis’ nest of pillows and blankets. I walked over to Rachel quietly and walked around her to find the best place to pick her up from. Louis pulled back the duvets and she shivered ever so slightly at the loss of heat.

I crouched over and saw that Louis’ eyes were putting in a great effort to even make an appearance, in between his closely touching lashes. “Don’t worry about Rachel, mate. I can handle her. Go and get some sleep.” My hand clapped him on the back and I realised that it was much less swollen, so I pulled what was left of the ice off, to throw it onto the table in the corner.

“You sure?” His voice was toned down and drowsy. I nodded and he gave me a grateful look “I owe you bro. Sleep well. Love ya Harold.” I grinned at my good friend as he whispered “Sweet dreams Rachel.”

“Haha, night Lou. See you in the morning.” He slumped out of the door and I blew out a deep breath. I collected all my strength and hoisted Rachel into the air, so that she was on her back, lying over my two tattooed arms.

I held her close against my chest as I made my way out of the silent Den, and figured out how I could get her down the stairs. I really didn’t have enough energy to move her all the way into Lola’s bedroom, so I finally decided to put her in the attic room. After pushing down the handle of the door, I moved forward towards the bed and carefully lowered Rachel onto it. I tightly moved the duvets around her, covering every small limb and gap where cold air could reach her. Rachel's face was covered by a few strands of hair. I kneeled down beside her and sat back on my legs.

Carefully –quietly- I lightly brushed the hair from her face and watched the fairy lights glide over the rich coloured skin. Tiredness took over my body and I found it hard to keep my eyes open any longer. My head fell forward against the edge of the bed, and before I knew it, I had to fallen into a light nap.

That’s when I heard it. It was soft and muffled at first. It was nothing extreme enough to wake up anybody else in the house. Nobody except from the guy who was leaning against her side of the bed, sleeping lightly, against his own will.

I waited patiently for it to stop, but then the realisation of who it was kicked in and my eyes gradually opened. There was a hiccup and a small sniff. My eyes adjusted to the dark room and I picked out the person in front of my arms -that were stiffly placed on the bed. She was in a different position to how I had put her down, about an hour ago; rolled over facing the other side of the room and curled up into a ball. I rubbed at my eyes and un-knotted my curls; urging myself to wake up.

There reason that I had slept by her bedside. I was subconsciously waiting for her to break under the pressures of her day. But most importantly- I didn’t want her to be alone when she did. She needed a friend -and I needed to be that friend, for my own peace of mind.

Still half asleep, I pushed myself off of my knees and onto the bed; soothing and comforting her with soft words. “Shhhhh. It’s okay. I’m here.” Rachel’s shoulders were still shaking slightly so I rolled her over to face me. Her eyes were shut but small tears ran from the corners. I rubbed them away and ran my fingers through the roots of her hair –massaging her head and calming her down. It broke my heart to see her crying in her sleep. Unaware to the rest of the world and the state that she was in.

 I tucked myself under her covers, still keeping a little bit of distance, before kissing her forehead in a loving and friendly manner. I settled myself into the pillows to wait until she stopped sobbing and the tears stopped running. “Rachel please don’t cry, I’m here with you. You’re okay.” It was only when drowsiness had creeped up on me, and I was practically asleep, that I felt her shuffle closer and the pillow beside me shake lightly. I reached forward with my fingers, wanting the last thing I felt to be her soft, tear-damp hair that lay beneath my palm.


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