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'?


30. Pancakes


I gave a huge yawn and turned to my left. I vaguely remembered me and Rosie drinking a glass of rich, red wine with our small pasta dinner last night, but strangely enough, I felt extremely refreshed this morning.

I smiled inwardly as I stretched under the covers that smelt wonderful –like flowery fabric conditioner- and appreciated Rosie’s bedroom. It looked gorgeous; lit up by the golden sun that streamed and flowed through the window finally coming to rest on the bed and its covers, where me and my best friend lay; snugly and warm underneath.

Rosie was facing me as I turned towards her - away from the window – and her eyes were gently shut against the bright sun, oblivious to anything but her sweet dreams. The light fell on the curls that were wrapped around her head and over the pillow, making the brunette strands turn a fire orange and the blonde ends a bright, glittering white. The light illuminated the dust particles around her face, giving the impression that she was literally sparkling in the light. Rosie looked childlike and at ease. I took a moment to just admire the sight; of my best friend and the beautiful Saturday morning, that we were spending in her bedroom, and I appreciated how much I loved staying around Rosie’s house.

Last night, after we had watched the whole of the Jonathan Ross show, we went downstairs into the equally cosy and gorgeous living room, to watch Thor with Lola and their brother Justin; who had called us to tell us that it was on.

We all cuddled up on the soft, feathered, coffee-coloured couches and talked quietly as we watched the film and listened to the crackling of the fire in the corner. Half way through, Marie had brought our dinner in to us and we all ate together in front of the TV until the film finished.

After that, we went and sat with Lola, who was smothered in bed sheets and her flannel pyjamas, until around 11:30, and we were sure that she had fallen asleep in between the two of us, so we would be fine to go back to Rosie’s room without disturbing her. Finally, before bed, we decided to each have a steaming hot bath and then curl up in between Rosie’s massive mattress and fluffy duvet. We talked for a little while, until one of us had fallen asleep and the other decided to do the same.

The reason that we normally decided to stay around Rosie’s instead of mine, for our regular sleepovers, was not only  just because of the fact that Rosie’s huge house was able to accommodate for more people (with six bedrooms, as far as I was aware of) but that I preferred the atmosphere that lived inside of her house. It was a real family home- somewhere you could go to be babied and loved and cared for, but still given enough space to do as you pleased. There was always someone to talk to no matter where or who you were, and I loved Rosie’s jolly family. Lola, Justin –even Marie and David!

My home used to be like that too. I have two older sisters, but since they had both moved out it meant that I was alone with my parents –alone in every sense of the word. If my mum was in, my dad was out. That was just the way that their work shifts were, but it wasn’t just that. It was the way that now, as my sisters were older and I would be expected to leave home in the next few years for Uni, it meant that I was also expected to be responsible for myself: the food shopping that I did, my chores, making my own dinner and being left alone pretty much all the time.

Sometimes I enjoyed the attention that I would get when staying at the Stevens’ household, because their family was still quite young in comparison to mine. None of the children had left home yet so it reminded me of the way it had been before Julie and Carrie had flew the nest.

Whenever I explained this to Rosie she always replied by saying that she didn’t know what I was talking about, but I knew that deep down inside she did, because, whenever she wanted a bit more freedom, responsibility or time to think, we always took off to my house for the night. That much was clear. I loved the arrangement we had, don’t get me wrong, but sometimes I was jealous of the atmosphere that Rosie could go home to; compassionate and caring.

Well at least my parents would make an effort with me tonight –as they always did on our little outings to visit my sisters or family and friends. I liked it that way. It gave me the balance of freedom and family.

I sat up at last, crossing my legs as I flicked through my phone, and decided to take a picture of the sleeping Rosie to put onto Instagram. She wouldn’t mind –she never did. I uploaded it with the caption ‘How cute. Rosie sleeping after an amazing evening with her fabulous bestfriend xoxo’ before tagging her in it and posting it. As I went through my camera roll, I saw the private picture that we had taken with the boys in Starbucks.

I would post it eventually, but only when the fans knew who Rosie was and she was able to accept the fact that her life would never be the same again. I was ready for it. Who wouldn’t want to be known as one of One Direction’s friends? But I knew that Rosie was still unsure. She would have to get used to it though –music, dance and drama weren’t great the best career choices if you weren’t prepared to be in the eye of the media or centre of attention.

I got up, took a shower, and changed into a pair of black skinny jeans and a white tank-top (that held a metallic gold peace sign in the middle of the shirt). Not being afraid of walking around the Stevens’ household by myself, after about the 100th time of staying over, I ran down the stairs to where I could hear Marie in the kitchen.

She smiled at me over her shoulder “You’re up bright and early! Sleep well?” It was 9:30am.

“Very well – I always do.”

She chuckled “Good. What do you think you and Rosie will want for breakfast, poppet?”

“If my nose is correct, and you’re making pancakes, then we’ll  be having some of those, please!”

“Sure thing.” I walked over to the cupboard, where I knew the jars and tinned foods were stored, and pulled out a small plastic bottle of golden syrup.

“I think you know my house better than me!” She laughed “I didn’t even know we had any.”

I just smiled as I placed it onto a tray and pulled two white plates on top, with it. “Is anyone else up?”

“No, maybe Lola but I haven’t seen her. The boys definitely aren’t –late night drinking beer last night.” She rolled her eyes at me as she flipped a pancake on the stove and slid it onto one of the plates. I placed a fork on each one; one for me and one for Rosie. “I was thinking that us girls could go into Croydon and get our nails done? I need a new set; they're getting all chipped.” She showed them to me sadly.

“Sure. What about Lola? Will the school let her?”

“No, she can just get her nails filed and painted. The school probably won’t be too happy with you two either, but now you’re on study leave until your mocks, I can’t imagine they’d say anything.”

“Oh yeah, study leave.” I rolled my eyes.

“You not looking forward to it?”

“Oh no, I am! It’s just that they seem to forget that us coursework students don’t have much ‘studying’ to do, luckily.”

She nodded as she repeated “Luckily. You’ll probably just spend the whole ‘holiday’-“ 

“-That’s more like it-“ I laughed.

“-With Rosie then, am I right?”

“Yeah, I might meet up with Miles a few times but we’ll see.”

“Of course... Everything still alright, with that pesky boy friend of yours?” She seemed genuinely interested as she slid two more pancakes onto the first plate.

I told her everything and, three pancakes and some advice later, I left the kitchen with the call of “I’m sure you’ll find a way to sort things out. We’ll be leaving at 11! Wake Lola up if she isn’t already up.”

I carried the tray -laden with pancakes, golden syrup and orange juice- watching every step and concentrating only on where I was walking. I walked into the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind me, before I paced to where Rosie still lay and placed the tray down on the bed, whilst I crawled on and lay on the other side.

“Rosie. Rosie? I’ve brought you some breakfast.” The pancakes must have smelt good because her eyes were open in no time and she eventually sat up to start eating them.

“You’re the best.” She smiled as she yawned, rubbed her eyes, and tucked into the feast. I did the same and talked to her about today’s morning plans, as we both ate.

“Sounds cool. You still have to go to that party later?”

“Yeah why?”

“One Direction might get some coffee with me later and come round for dinner.”

“Ah, that’s a shame. Hopefully we can do it a different day, too. They’re not on tour now so I’m sure it won’t be a problem.”

She just nodded and we continued to demolish our breakfasts. As Rosie took a shower, I went to find out that Lola was already awake and in the process of getting ready. I chatted to her for a while and then went to find my jacket and phone. It was approaching 11 fast and we would need to be ready to leave as soon as possible. 


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