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'?


127. Niece


I don't know why, but my first reaction is to laugh. He chuckles along quietly, looking at the grey cotton of his track suit pants, as he patiently waits for the words to kick in.

"No you're not... You're like, I don't know, 20 years old?"

"Yup." He pops the 'p' humorously and slightly amused with my innocent reasoning. I'm waiting for him to pull the punch line -tell me that it's a joke- when the realisation fully hits me, like a sharp slap.

I jump onto my knees and excitedly smack Justin on his arm to grab his attention. "Justin! Jus, you're going to be a daddy! Oh my god!"

He catches my hands, to stop me from doing anymore damage, but gives me enough slack so that I can jump onto my feet and then fall back on top of him in a hug.

"Are you serious? You're not kidding? You're really going to have a baby?"

"Well not me personally," he laughs, wrapping his arms around me to squeeze me tight. "That's not how babies work. But yes. Carla's having a baby."

"Your baby?" I say, just to check.

"I bloody well hope so." There's a laugh in his throat and I squeal euphorically.

"You're gonna be a daddy Jus! You'll make a great dad."

"Thanks. I'm glad you reacted like this, because I'm shitting myself about telling mum and dad."


I move away from him to see my older brother more clearly.

"I just don't know how to tell them Rosie. I was hoping you'd be able to help?"

I grimace unhelpfully. "How exactly...?"

"Ah shit." He leans his head on one hand, crossing his legs in front of him. "I have no fucking idea. I've been freaking out about it for the last hour."

"So how long have you known?"

He looks at his watch. "Three hours?"

"Wow. Um... So I'm guessing that's why Carla left? Did it go badly?"

"No... Well, not from my perspective. I wanted her to stay to be honest, but she said she didn't want to feel like she was intruding on my personal space. She said I needed time to think and she didn't want to be a burden to my time." Apart from his freshly watering eyes, there are no signs that he's upset or in need of any time. I guess I can see where Carla is coming from though.

"And how do you feel?"

"Like an emotional wreck?" He rubs a hand over the duvet next to me, tracing out the creases. "I'm so happy Rosie, like seriously happy and excited. I'm going to have a kid... But then I remember I'm only doing an apprenticeship -i don't know if I can support a kid. Carla lives at least a half an hour drive away at her mum's house. There's not enough room there for her mum and a small family... We're only 20, I don't know if I can do it. I'm not sure... I'm so worried, but then I think of Carla and how much I love her. I imagine a chubby little toddler with her blue eyes and my smile and suddenly everything's better... But I'm only 20 Rosie. I'm still learning."

I take his hand and hold it tight. "You've got 9 months to figure it out Jus. Maybe a little less but-" he starts to shake his head. "What?"

"We don't have 9 months. We don't even have 8."

"Why? How far along is she? A few months?"

"No, she's 6 months pregnant Rose. We have 3 months before a child is brought into our lives."

Well, that certainly wasn't what I expected. "3 months?” I extend the sentence slowly, working it out for myself, and trying out the words in a different tone. That gives him until March. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. Absolutely.”

“Some pregnancy tests are wrong…”

“Not the ones you find in a doctor’s office –you know, the talking kind.”

"How long has..."

"How long has she known?"


"Remember when she fainted?" I nod in realisation. At least we know the reason now. "Well I took her to the doctors the next day and she wouldn't talk to me. I knew something was up, but I just thought she wasn't feeling well. She’s been acting weird all week, working up the courage to tell me.” A huge smile creeps up on his face again and I start to tear up. “I can’t believe it… I’m going to be a dad.”

“And a good one at that.” I splutter.

“Hey,” he laughs, noticing my watery eyes. “Are you about to start crying? We don’t need two emotional people in here you know.”

“I’m sorry,” I laugh, covering my mouth with a hand and a hiccup. “I’m just so happy for you.” I grab my brother’s hand to reiterate my point. “And you know what, you might not have expected it to come this soon, but that doesn’t mean you don’t want it. Every parent’s scared at first, but that’s the whole point of having someone to look after. I’m so happy for you.”

“I would never have even thought about… you know.” I nod thoroughly before he even has to say the word ‘abortion’. “You’re right; to me it doesn’t matter when I have children –they would have been with Carla anyway. I love her. I’ll love the baby. I’ll have my own family Rose!”

I half expect him to jump up in excitement. “I’m going to be an auntie! I’ll spoil the baby rotten and oh my god… I’ll have a niece or nephew! There will be a baby!” My brother wraps me in an elated hug and I return it. I don’t think I’ve ever been given such beautiful news… Justin will be a dad. I will be an auntie. That baby will be the most precious, valuable and gorgeous thing in my life, and I have three months until I get to say hello for the first time. How could my life get any better than this?

“So who are you going to tell?”

“Family. Just family for the moment. Carla’s mum already knows, and we’re telling them late enough already… so, when do you think I should do it?”


“Tomorrow?” He repeats, as if he thinks I’m crazy.

“Do you really think I’m going to be able to keep myself quiet any longer than that?” He stares at me for a few hard seconds when his expression collapses into a smirk. “And you said yourself you’ve only got 3 months. Premature babies can be as old as 5 months Justin! When will you tell them? When you have two months to buy, find and prepare everything?”

“Good point.”

“Why don’t we go for lunch… or brunch considering its early morning now? No one will want to be up early tomorrow.” It’s also fast approaching 2am. I should get to bed where Niall is either asleep or wondering why I’m taking so long.


“Will Carla be there?”

“No, I think she’ll want to stay at home and get some rest.” I laugh lightly. “What?”

“Nothing, it’s just that you’ve already started thinking about her health, when earlier this evening everything was just the same and… I don’t know, normal.”

“I know; it feels like a lifetime away already.”

“Can Niall come too?” I know he’ll want him there, but as it's Justin’s news to tell people, I just want to make sure.


“Okay…” I can’t stop smiling – the expression is literally engraved into my face like a marble statue. “I’m going to bed.”

“Good idea.” Neither of us move.

“You’re going to be a dad…”

“I’m going to be a dad…” He repeats.

“I’m going to be an auntie.”

“You’re going to be a fucking amazing auntie!” We both jump up at the same time with an identical ‘woop’ of excitement when Justin remembers we can’t make any noise. People are asleep. He turns mildly serious. “Okay… Um, you should calm yourself down. Niall will notice.”

“I can’t tell him?”


“Okay fine.” I pull a sulky expression, but that doesn’t stop me from skipping to the door before clutching it and turning back.

“Night Jus. Get some sleep. Love you.”

“Love you too little sis. Please try to keep your mouth shut, for the love of god…”

“I will, I will.” He looks at me skeptically, but then I am gone. Not bothering to shower this evening –I already showered before getting ready- I strip the dress down in my wardrobe and replace my bare skin with a pair of bed shorts and a tank top.

Upon falling into bed, I quickly find Niall’s cheek to give him a kiss goodnight. He’s asleep.

“Why are you smiling…?” He grunts into the pillow.

“Shit. You scared me.”

He asks again. “Why… smiling?”

“No reason. Go back to sleep Nialler. Night night.” It takes a few minutes –maybe half an hour- to lower my fast heart beat and get my breathing back to normal.

I remember earlier when I was watching Carla search for a good music station on the TV's built in radio. There was something about her appearance that was different. Something I couldn't put my finger on. "Her stomach!" I blurt into the darkness, instantly clamping my hand over my mouth and hoping for the love of god that Niall didn't hear.

It was definitely her stomach now that I think about it. Not only was she wearing a strangely out-of-character loose dress, but it was black -a slimming colour- and even then it looked strange... As if her belly was still jutting out of the material. 6 months pregnant. Wow. She wouldnt have been able to keep it a secret, or not realise that she was pregnant, for much longer anyway.

I remember something Carla had said earlier. "It's from Next's range of um, it's from Next. It's new -I brought it this week." Next's range of maternity clothes by any chance? I bet.

I imagine Carla with a large stomach, breathing deeply through the contractions as Justin takes her to the hospital. I imagine a nursery with clean white walls and a beautiful baby’s crib. I imagine a pram as it strolls over autumn leaves and wet, rainy pavements. I imagine my older brother Justin, singing out of tune but sweetly to the baby, not realising I’m there as his back is turned toward me.

Eventually I start to drift off, dreaming of a blue eyed baby with the blonde hair that Justin had as a child. She is a beautiful baby girl in a baby pink dress, with soft freckles across her pale skin and ringlets falling around her shoulders, alike to her auntie’s. My gorgeous niece.


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