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'?


43. Promises


Everything was fine.

We were driving along the road, trying to spot Rosie's house, when we pulled onto the drive and saw that we were not alone. Rosie was was standing with someone, the rest of our friends stood behind them. At first I felt like laughing at our bizarre welcoming -we had only asked them to put the kettle on- when I realised that Rosie wasn't just standing still with her company. Instead, she was pushing someone from the door of the house, forcing them to limp backwards, down the driveway towards the road.

That was when I heard the shouting and turned the engine off, quickly, before shooting out of the car. The others were only seconds behind me. "RACHEL GET IN THE CAR! DON'T MAKE ME COME AND GET YOU. I'LL DRAG YOU OUT OF THERE BY YOUR HAIR IF I HAVE TO.”

The bloke was screaming back at the door step where the small part-Asian girl was only just visible to us. I tried to grasp what was happening but it was all going so fast -too fast for me to catch up.

Niall and Louis both looked at me for help. They were composed and held the mask of manly strength, but I could sense the fear they obviously felt beneath their expressions. Shit.

“You’ll pay for this! All of you will!” The guy turned to each of us in turn as he cried out the threat. What a prick -did he even know who we were? What we could do to him, if he so much as touched us with one of his dirty fingers, against our own will?

That was when Rosie lost it. “Don’t you dare threaten me Miles.” At the same time as she raised her arm, Liam dived forwards to stop her from giving him the dirtiest slap I had ever seen.

That was when it finally clicked. The pig standing in front of us was Miles. Miles. It was Miles.

I lost it a split second later -meaning that noone was ready to stop me, unlike Rosie- as I ran towards him with my fist held at face level. A second later, I felt his moulded face fall off of my hand, and he had fallen backwards onto the gravel driveway.

My breathing picked up and each breathe I took used twice the amount of energy as the punch had. I doubled over after examining my fingers and breathed deeply, again and again, trying to clear my mind of the anger I felt. Trying to replace it with judgement and rationality.

A shaky voice started talking, and got louder and louder, as I paid more attention to each and every word. "It's over Miles. Don't you ever make contact with me again. I hate you. You're..." It was Rachel. "You're an abusive, threatening, prick who expects me to crawl back to him time after time. Well I'm telling you this time. It's over. FOR GOOD."

The words rang through my mind as I remembered our conversation after the meal “Don’t worry –I won’t even give him the chance. As soon as I see him, it’s over for good.”

She had kept her promise.

She had finished with the prick that was now getting into his car to make a run for it. Now I needed to keep my promise.

You won’t go through it alone you know? We’ll all be here for you.”

Fortunately, that wasn't the way that I rolled, and I knew that it was one promise that I did not want to break. Ever.


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