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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146. New Years Kiss

ROSIE’S POV:

I started off the evening by changing into the black dress that Niall got me for Christmas –guessing that the particular 'special occasion' was New Years Eve, I didn’t want it to go to waste- although after seeing my bruised legs, I did think about changing out of it until Carla came into my room to pull me downstairs.

Ever since the incident, people have been making sure that I’m never left alone for too long –although it feels like I’m just constantly being watched. I’m feeling better about my health and trying to eat more each meal time, but I’m not going to lie… Niall is a very touchy subject at the moment, and also the only one that my family want to talk to me about.

‘Is everything okay with you guys?’

‘Has he called you?’

‘Don’t worry, I’m sure things will work themselves out.’

To put it simply, I’m tired of hearing the same things over and over, which is why I would quite happily waste this evening lying under my duvets with a hot water bottle and something light to nibble, on if I wasn't made to sit downstairs in the lounge with everybody else. Mum and dad have invited the next door neighbours and their children over, meaning that the house is bustling with people and chatter.

All of the adults drink wine (except for Carla and I), whilst the children play monopoly and scrabble on the carpet. I just sit on the sofa, inanimately listening to everybody’s New Year’s resolutions and checking my constantly blank phone.

“What are your New Years resolutions Rosie?” Mr Fisher from next door asks me kindly. All eyes are on me as I try to come up with something. What I really want to say is ‘To go to bed earlier.’ Maybe it would mean they’d have to let me go to bed before midnight, but the stern look my father’s giving me tells me that that wouldn’t be the case.

“Um… I don’t know. I guess I want to do well in my A levels…” the next thing that comes out from my mouth shocks me, even I hadn’t realised that this was what I wanted to do. “And I want to travel. A lot.”

“Anywhere in particular?” Everywhere that my boyfriend -sorry, friends- are traveling. Does that count?

“No, not really.”

“Do you want to go to University?” Mrs Fisher asks.

“No.” I say bluntly.

“Why not? Many people your age love the experience.” She reasons with a smile.

“She’s thinking about it.” My dad says, trying to divert the attention away from my attitude. It’s not my fault. I didn’t want to come down here and socialize with people in the first place.

“Actually, no. I’m not even thinking about it. I don’t want to go. I want to concentrate on my music.”

“That’s just an idea of course. If she can’t sing then she’ll be going to Uni.” Dad assures his guests. Why is he acting like this? He knows that singing is the one thing I want to do, and instead he’s acting as if it’s some sort of hobby. My dad's never treated me like this... ever! He's normally so supportive and cool with all of my future plans and life decisions. He started being weird with me ever since I came home on friday -treating me like a depressed child or criminal -depending on his moods, but I won't have it anymore.

Justin catches my eyes, warning me not to make a scene. Fuck it. “No, Dad. I’m not going to Uni. I’ve been saying it for years.” Just because stupid Mrs Fisher is a University lecturer does not mean that I have to please her by making it an option in my life. “Actually, it will be the last thing I decide to do. It's singing or nothing right now.”

"Many people want to be singers Rosie... but it doesn't always work out like that." Our stupid neighbour smiles at me like I'm too naive to understand. She hasn't heard me sing, how would she know?

Dad goes to speak again, holding my eyes with a stern stare, when my mum places a hand on his knee, warning him under her breath. “David…”

I take it as my queue to walk out and stride into the kitchen, pretending to make myself busy with the drinks and ice bowl, set up on the kitchen side.

I’m leaning my elbows on the counter, putting my head in my hands when my phone buzzes on the counter next to me.

It’s Rach. ‘Make sure you’re ready. Harry and I are going to a party! X’ Is that an invite? I run upstairs and readjust my hair into a high ponytail with a quiff and put on a pair of simple black heels. I take out a clutch bag and put my phone, a pair of flats and some other essentials such as my purse inside. Hopefully this evening will take a turn for the good –it really can’t get any worse.

I waste about an hour of waiting, just sitting upstairs flicking around through the TV channels and checking my twitter page –sending messages to any sweet and supportive fans on my timeline. No one knows that anything weird is going on between ‘Niallsie’. Personally, I’m waiting for Niall to say something first.

It’s fast approaching midnight, Rachel and Harry will be lucky to get here before the New Year starts, but I trust that they’re just held up in traffic. I decide to make my way downstairs and coincidentally, just as I reach the bottom the doorbell goes. No one else hears it over the music, the chatter and the TV -which will show the River Thames fireworks show in about 10 minutes time, so I'm left alone to answer it.

I’m starting to feel tense with excitement as I grab the thick, black shawl (which resembles a blanket and is actually my mother’s) and head out of the front door with my clutch bag in my hand. I can text my family later –they won’t mind that I’m with Rach and if they do, then I really don’t care. I’m concentrating on my feet, stepping down from the carpet to the stairs when I bump into someone and find his warm, strong hands tightly gripped around my hips. He smiles cautiously and leans in to kiss my cheek.

“Hi there love.” I feel a blush creep over my cheeks and wish I had looked properly before stepping outside. I don’t know what it is, but there’s something that stops me from looking into his eyes for more than a few seconds at a time. Embarassment? Guilt? Confusion? Maybe all three.

"Niall? How did you get here?" I’m surprised to see him, but there’s no taxi here, and I’m wondering how he even got to my house on a night like tonight.

"I drove... Harry's car..."

"You don't have your license yet. Do you even know how to drive it?" I'm sure Niall told me that he's only taken his theory test so far.

"I figured it out..."

"You're such an idiot." I laugh the words with a smile and lean in for a relieved hug. I’ve never been more enthusiastic to see him, although the cautious feeling in my gut is making me hold back. I didn't think that I could miss him so much in 3 days; to be honest it's felt like an infinity to me, and the black circles under his eyes tell me that he felt the same way. 

I didn't mean to hurt him. I wish he could have let me explain but it doesn't matter now, he's here, which is something at least.

"Do you think that we could have a more eventful relationship... bearing in mind that we've only been together for 6 weeks?"

"Counting are we?" He readjusts his hood tightly around his cold neck and pulls the hoodie's corner pockets out so that he can wrap me inside of the jumper and his denim jacket with him. I'm looking at my fingers that lay on his chest and realise how cold I am -they're shaking like crazy. It's no surprise, to say that I'm in a tiny, black dress. It also dawns on me that I just said 'been together for 6 weeks.' Does it count? Are we still together?

"Niall... Are we? You know, still together?"

I hear people shouting from the houses around us, and through the open front door, when he gives me a smile through his cold lips. 

His jaw is clenched from trying to keep the warmth between us. My cold hands aren't doing too good a job with that. I run my hands over his chest lovingly, to straighten up his shirt, making the line of navy blue buttons run straight down his torso.

"You're a muppet, you know that? Of course we're still together. I'm crazy about you." The way that he says it, like it’s such an obvious fact, manages to spread a natural layer of blush across my cheeks.

"Yeah. But you're a muppet too -not answering your phone or talking to anyone. I was really worried you know." I haven't been eating properly either - which probably isn't the best idea I've ever had, considering past events. We're both as bad as each other really.

"But that's why we're good together." He's right. Niall looks away from me to the house behind and sucks air through his teeth as he works up the courage to say something. "You're right, I was a complete and utter twat-"

"I called you a muppet actually."

He gives a low laugh, opening his mouth wide as he chortles for the whole shouting street.

"Same thing, but now I know that I was being stupid. I should have at least given you a chance to explain before I took off." That memory will never leave me; how could I ever forget the way he looked at me that night? "I was just being pathetic and acting like a child so I'm sorry that I jumped to conclusions that my absolutely stunning girlfriend had found another boyfriend who she probably thought was better looking than me." I laugh quietly as I watch his Adam's apple bob up and down gently, and listen to his embarrassed tone of voice.

"Definitely a muppet. Better looking than you? Psh..."

He takes one hand from around my waist to strike a vain pose and then leans close again. "And that guy was from school -he's like 15 or 16 so he shouldn't have even been there..."

"Oooh... Adultery hm?"

"Niall, adultery is definitely not the word you're looking for. That's a completely different context." I have to giggle.

"Oh, my brains too tired to think and you're way too smart. What's the right word then?" Is that a challenge?

"I think you probably meant paedophillia but no, he was the one that smashed his face against mine. It doesn’t count." I'm not even going to call it a kiss -the catastrophic movement doesn't deserve to be referred to as any type of kiss. How could it ever compare to the ones that I've been wanting ever since I saw Jace's successful smirk and Niall walking away from me.

"Yeah, the boys told me, I know that now, or I'd probably still be in bed surrounded by pizza boxes and DVD cases of stupid action movies that have absolutely no purpose."

They all treat Niall like the baby of the group so I can only imagine how relieved they all were when he managed to find his way out of the flat to go and shoot part of the midnight memories video. It had been the first time they'd seen him in days and they were handed the chance to explain everything on my behalf. Thank god they're all so lovely to me and waited to hear me out yesterday, before jumping to conclusions, just as Niall did, and sticking up for their best friend.

"Did he tell you that I slapped the boy as soon as I realised what had happened?" It's mostly embarrassing but I need him to know that it wasn't my choice -that I didn't have any control over what Jace did.

"Yeah, Zayn thought that part was bloody hilarious. And Harry. Actually, pretty much everyone."

"What about the part where I got hit by a car?" my voice turns more serious as I look at my scabbed knuckles on his chest in front of me and worry what his reaction will be.

"I told you not to." He frowns, taking my hands in his and running his thumbs softly over the healing skin. "You're an idiot because you didn't listen. But you're my idiot and I'm really sorry. Don't you dare going running into roads again though."

"Okay... I bet you're only gonna let me cross a road when I'm holding your damn hand now..."

He nods his head. "Damn straight." The corners of our mouths twitch up little by little. "You need to know that as soon as I was in that car, I hated myself for letting you get hurt and leaving you there. I wanted to go back and make sure you were okay, but half of me couldn't bear to find out. If you were seriously hurt it would have been my fault." He rests his head against mine, making me feel warmer and more alive. He smells gorgeous and the close proximity is dazzling. "I'm sorry. I'll never forget leaving you like that."

Weirdly enough, his statement causes me to smile. "I hated myself when I saw how crushed and disappointed you looked as you told the taxi driver to go. I'll never forget that look either Niall. See, we're not so different after all."

He looks back into my eyes with worry. "In that case, please tell me that you need me just as much as I need you."

"Niall," I say, stroking his cheek with the back of my fingers "I'll always need you more than I need myself..."

"Then let me make it up to you." He leans close, savouring every moment we get to look into each other's eyes before kissing me in the most romantic and sweet way. It feels like the first time all over again as we kiss sweetly under the stars, but our movements are more confident and passionate, with all of the emotions from the past few days included as we let them out, into this one single moment that I will never forget.

"Niall," I say, giggling as I remember. "It's not 12 o'clock yet."

"15, 14, 13...!" We hear the rowdy people inside of my house chant together 

"Yeah, well I want to start and end my year with you." He gives me a little wink and the fragments of my heart that have been digging into my chest, causing me so much pain, start to roll back together like tiny pieces of play dough. My heart isn't mended. It's been made stronger and it's given me a larger sense of love and hope for the blonde, Irish singer who I can, once again, confirm is mine.

"10, 9, 8...!"

"That's good enough for me." I smile, running one hand up his chest and hiding the other in the hair on the back of his head. Niall wanted to start and end this year with me, and that's exactly what we do. When the deafening fireworks have been going on overhead for long enough, we both lean back, not being able to hide the smiles of content happiness on our faces.

"Happy New Year Mr Horan."

"Happy New Year Miss Stephens. And may your year be filled with lots of me."

I can't contain my giggle. He's such a clown. "I think it's actually joy and happiness."

"Close enough." He looks at the house behind me with amusement in his features and my eyes turn with him, seeing everyone in the living room dancing and hugging. "Do you want to get out of here with me?"

"Yes." I say. "But on one condition."

"What's that?" He narrows his eyes.

"I am not letting you drive me until you have your license."

"Ahhh man." He says, letting go of my hand as we reach the car and throwing the keys to me, over the Range Rover's roof.

We get in and Niall compliments me. "You look pretty in that dress. That's the one I brought you for the special occasion right?"

"Yup. I couldn't bear the thought of it going to waste. It's such a beautiful dress."

"I picked it out myself." He says proudly. "Rosie..." His eyes frown where they meet my bruised knees. "You're looking after yourself right? You're not going to... You know... Again?"

I know he's not talking about the bruises anymore. "I'm fine." I assure him, smiling happily and squeezing his hand. I turn on the engine of Harry's car; making the dashboard come alive instantly.

"Jesus Christ!" Niall exclaims. "What?" I laugh, seeing his eyes pop when he looks behind the wheel.

"It's 2014!" I love the way that his little smile in parted in innocent shock. "And it's fucking January."

"Yes Niall, that is what happens on New Year's Day." I laugh, smiling to myself as he finds a radio station and starts to sing along happily.

So much has happened over the last few days, with enough drama to last me a lifetime, but my famous boyfriend has been so forgiving -it took a few days of sulking to get it done, but I'd be prepared to wait my whole life time if I thought that there was something that could possibly be saved. If there was even a slim chance of being able to stay in a relationship with my prince, I would still wait.

He could have ended it with me, here and now, tonight -the most horrible thing I would ever have to hear- but instead he gave me the best possible scenario. He gave me his love, his forgiveness, his smile and his kisses. How did I ever get so lucky?

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