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'?


116. Make or Break


“Hey Harry.” I clutch my phone and put the nail polish brush down –closing the pot swiftly so that my nails can dry.

“Hey Rachel, I was hoping to catch you. You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I’m trying to play it cool; if anything I’m buzzing for our date –sorry, cinema trip- to go and watch the new Disney movie called Frozen, but I hope my excitement doesn’t come across too strongly on the phone. “So what’s up?” We're meeting in two hours, he probably wants to double check times.

I look at the opposite side of the room where my navy blue dress is. I’ve decided to wear it tonight for both the meal and the film, and it hangs up on the outer door handle of my wardrobe. “Ah Rach…”

“What?” My voice turns serious. How had I been blind enough not to hear the discomfort in his voice the whole way through our short conversation. “What’s the matter, are you okay?”

“Yeah… I’m okay. I think anyway, but I called for a reason.”

“Which is?”

“I’m not going to be able to make it tonight.” What?

I lean over in my antique, wooden desk chair, placing my feet fully on the carpet beneath. “Oh…” I cough to cover up my disappointment and the high pitch of my voice. “Well, that’s a shame…”

“Yeah, I’m really sorry. It’s just –something’s come up with work… you know what it can be like.”

I guess I have no other choice but to forgive him. “Well that’s crappy. Maybe we can meet up another night before you leave then? Tomorrow?” Fuck. I sound desperate. “Well, I mean we don’t have to but, anyway. Rosie's concert's on friday and Rosie’s family’s party is on Saturday so I’ll still see you then if-“

“Yeah…” He coughs awkwardly and I hear something else in his voice, maybe anger? I should probably shut up and stop pissing him off. “Maybe…”

“Okay, well,” what else am I supposed to say? “I guess I’ll see you then?” It’s the first time this week that I’ll have hung up on Harry; unsure of the next time that I’ll see him. I shouldn’t have been so stupid to have gotten my hopes up –all of this ‘date’ shit was probably just him being too good a friend who felt sorry for me. Great.

“Yeah okay.” I’m about to hang up when I hear him say something. “Rach, are you still there?”

“Yeah…” I just want to get off the phone as soon as possible, before my voice can crack and he’ll think that I’m crying. I certainly won’t be crying. What type of weak girl cries over a boy? I have to hold the moisture back in my eyes.

“Rach, I’m sorry.” He huffs on the other end of the phone and I can imagine the wrinkles over the stressed parts of his face; mostly his eyebrows, nose and forehead. “Like I’m really sorry.”

This is stupid. He’s only turning me down for work. “Don’t worry about it… you can’t help it.”

“No… I can’t.” There’s something oddly mysterious about his words; like they have a double meaning. It’s something I can’t quite put my finger on… “Okay bye.” Before I know it, his caller ID’s picture –one that I snapped of him on a night out on Monday- disappears off of the screen. He’s gone; taking the cheeky smile with him that I managed to capture on camera when we went to dinner at Nandos. I can’t help but wonder where we would have gone tonight.

I can’t just sit here miserably; with a ruined night and a pissed off frown being the only things to look forward to. I pick my phone back up again and type quickly. ‘Be ready for me in 10. I’m bringing lots of ice cream and chocolate. I’ll explain when I get there; you better be at home Stephens –I need my best friend tonight. :( xx’

Not even five minutes later –after I’ve packed a bag and ventured downstairs to collect the indulgent desserts and put them into a seperate bag- I’ve already received a reply. ‘Okey dokey. Come quickly :) missed my gorgeous best friend today –can’t wait to see you, hope everything’s okay. Rosie xx’


“So he just ditched you like that?”

“He didn’t ditch me –he called me before I could get there- so that’s not ditching.”

“Okay, wrong word.” Rosie sighs and rolls over the bed, still in Niall’s over sized tracksuit bottoms. I hope he doesn’t get too attached to his clothes, or it’s going to create a lot of problems when Rosie comes home in a different outfit of his each day. “So Harry just cancelled on you like that?”

“Yeah…” I’m staring up at the ceiling with my hands resting on my bloated stomach. We’ve just eaten two packets of biscuits and a whole tub of Haagen-Dazs ice cream between us. I feel extremely sick now, although Rosie looks to be fine. It makes me smile, because she’s just told me all about her McDonalds date with Niall and how much the two of them ate, only a few hours ago. She must be getting better now –surely if she can eat that much and just as much ice-cream and cookies as me then she must have recovered from the illness.

“So how did you feel… when he called?”

“Great. Ecstatic. But then he told me that he couldn’t make and I just felt… like I was sinking. I was really looking forward to it Rosie –so much more than our last few nights out.”

I look up at her expression and it confuses me; there is a dazzling smile across her face. “He might have had to cancel on you, but you know what this means? It means you’ve come to terms that you like him –and it’s not just a sentence anymore –it’s a real feeling.” Well of course it is –I’ve always had the feelings… I think… but admitting them has made them so much stronger. And just as I admit them to myself he decides to cancel on me. Oh man, I’m so confused.

“What does it mean? The fact that he cancelled on me… He might not like me-”

Rosie looks over at me to read my expression and my eyes meet hers quickly. She’s only just flopped back down when she replies over my reasonable theories. “-It means that he’s busy with work. Do you really think he’s lying to you?”


“Well what then? It’s likely that he’s telling the truth. Seriously, Harry can’t even lie about using the last of the milk when he’s in the other boys’ flats –he couldn’t lie to save his own life.”

She’s right, but my instincts are still kicking in. Something feels wrong and I won’t back down on my instincts. They’re nearly always right. “What if he’s not lying… just, you know, not saying the whole truth?”

Rosie lets out a low laugh. “Harry? Yeah right.” I don’t know why, but whilst one half of me wants to laugh, the other part wants to feel offended on his behalf. “Look, Niall got called into the office after we arrived here. Apparently management was pissed off that he didn’t turn up at the meeting this morning. Maybe it was something to do with that. Harry was the one who passed the message on that Niall wasn’t coming in –they probably just want him to be there too.”

“Well they’re idiots. They ruined my night.”

She giggles quietly. “Aw, I know babe. Let’s just watch some movies on Netflix and scroll through tumblr. We can forget the whole thing.” The thought cheers me up.

Rosie pulls out her Macbook Air whilst I switch Netflix on, on the large TV; putting on the least romantic move that I can find. The Hunger Games. We both love that film and there’s only the mildest amount of romance in the film. There. Well, it’s not really the least romantic- but at least the small amount of romance is all fake; in this movie at least. The familiar opening titles reassure me as Rosie notices what I’ve put on and smiles enthusiastically.


That evening, the film has just finished and I’m scrolling through twitter on my Macbook Air when a sponsored article from the Daily Mail internet page appears at the top of my time line. Rachel is leaning over the keyboard with me. I recognize a familiar pair of cowboy boots next to a woman’s pair of black heels. The picture is cropped at their feet whilst the tweet is closed. The caption reads ‘Harry’s New Gorgeous Girl?’

Rachel perks up from beside me. “Hey, aren’t they Harry’s shoes?” I smile at her beaming face.

“You made the news!” I laugh sarcastically. Yeah right; ‘New’? They’ve been going out together every night this week –how have the magazines and paps only just reported on it? “Aw they called you gorgeous too! That's flattering compared to my regular criticisms and curses. I wonder what my favourite OTP’s been up to lately…” With a wink to my best friend, I click the tweet to open the picture fully and my fingers freeze over the mouse pad. Both mine and my Rachel’s intake of air is audible as we gasp. It’s not what I expected. Yes, the cowboy boots belong to Harry, but the girl beside him is not someone whom I am familiar with, and she’s certainly not laying next to me right now. No.

Kendall Jenner is clutching onto Harry’s arm, a huge grin on her face, as they walk out from a busy restaurant –probably in London. I nearly choke on the nothingness making its way past my throat, as I hold my breath commitedly.

Rachel is as still as stone beside me.

The picture is captioned as being half an hour ago.

“Well,” Rachel squeaks finally “I guess we both know why he cancelled on me now.” Niall had warned me about this. He had told me to expect it, but how can I control my anger and mixed emotions at the boy who led on my friend?

No, I can’t think that. It’s not his fault. It’s Modest’s. Harry loves Rachel as much as I do, if not more. But how the hell am I supposed to explain this to her? The simplest answer is that I don’t need to, because before I can close the article or say a word, she has hopped up from the bed and walked out of the door confidently.

“Fucking work my fucking arse.” She doesn’t even bother to keep her manic voice down and I hope that Lola didn’t hear from her bedroom.

To be fair, even I can’t help but curse now. Stupid Kendall fricken Jenner. What a bitch. No, calm down –it’s probably not her fault either. “Fuck! Rachel! Come back!”

She shouts something inaudible (and as equally crude) back to me from the bottom of the stairs. I’m glad that everyone’s in bed right now –except for my brother, who’s probably midnight feasting in our kitchen downstairs. It scares me that Rachel's run out. In our friendship I'm the one who run's out crying; she's the one who runs out to throw a chair or punch a wall -although I feel we've kind of swapped personalities as of late.

I follow after Rachel but come to a stop on the landing of the stairs. Through the house’s back windows, I can already see a small girl making her way to sit on the middle of my garden’s patch of grass, sitting cross legged as she looks up at the stars and the floodlights turn on in her presence. Her shoulders, only covered by her pyjama top, shake slightly as she either cries or shivers and curls up on the ground –crumpling like a paper bag– I can’t blame her either way.

This couldn’t have been timed any worse though –Rachel is the only one unaware of what’s going on with Harry's set-ups, and at such a crucial point in Harry and Rachel’s progressing friendship, I can’t help feeling that this will be a ‘make or break’ situation. Unfortunately, I’m predicting that Modest might have forced it to a ‘break’.

Only a few minutes ago she was finally coming to terms with her feelings for Harry. Now, all of it has probably been swept from her mind, as she doubts whether any boy will treat her right again. I don’t know the answer for sure, although what I do know is that Harry will work his butt off, to win her back, because that’s who he is. He’s a fighter, and I know that he’ll fight for whatever it is that he loves.

I can't call Harry -I don't know what he'll be doing now. I can't call Niall -he'll still be in the meeting. There's only one other person sensible enough to deal with the situation, that I can think to call. Hopefully he'll be with one of the other boys too, and they'll be able to advise me and let Harry know before Rachel can do something stupid like call him or find a way of going to see him. He luckily picks up on the second ring. "Rosie?"

"Liam. She's seen the pictures of Harry with Kendall. What the fuck do I do?"

"What?" I can hear Louis in the background, asking Liam what's wrong. Great. He'll be able to help too. "Louis shut up for a minute. Talk slower and calm down babe... I can't hear you properly." Fuck.


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