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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66. Range and Talent

A/N: Just to let you all know, I've changed my new username on twitter to @BethHoranHutch :) please follow me -I'm thinking about doing little teaser tweets for the following chapters :') wooop! Dont forget to keep liking and giving me feedback. I've written a few chapters already, so keep your eyes peeled for the next one very soon ;) Keep reading! Nialls_Tribute xo

RACHEL’S POV:

“Okay, so this time, go up an octave. We wanna get an idea of your potential range.”

Zayn and Rosie were sitting on the sofa with Niall, who was strumming on his guitar, playing each note that Zayn asked to hear. They were testing her. She didn’t mind; in fact, she looked quite pleased with herself, whilst she sat in close proximity to the blonde.

As soon as we made it to Louis’ flat, it was quite scary to see how quickly the boys –Zayn especially- turned into work mode as they talked about ranges and octaves and minor notes and other things that I had no idea about.

It was a strange feeling to see them talking about work related things: I wouldn’t be talking about music, if I was Niall or Zayn, especially on a day off. That was when it clicked and it made me realise something that was a huge key towards understanding the boys; music was not only a career but a hobby. They enjoyed it -loved it even- and were granting me access to view that side of them, for the first ever time. It explained why some musicians were so successful. As soon as a job becomes and career, and is no longer a hobby, that is the day that you might as well quit; you are no longer guaranteed success.

“I already know my range…”

“How high?”

“My teacher sat with me and we went through it one day. She said that I got up to C7.” She may as well have been talking Spanish, for all I knew, but every one of the boys heads shot up as she said it.

“C7… are you sure? Not C6?” I had no idea what Harry was laughing about as he shook his head incredibly from next to me, as if he didn’t believe what she was saying.

“No, I know that I can reach that… I definitely recall her saying C7…” Rosie said it very matter-of-factly, as if indignant that Harry had questioned her good memory. The whole room went silent and I waited patiently for someone else to say something. “I must be unusual…” She frowned and Niall took her hand in his.

“That’s not unusual, that’s fucking incredible.” Liam’s brum accent cut through the shocked atmosphere.

Louis was nowhere to be seen; he was probably in the room next door that was his bedroom, whilst he maturely and sensibly tidied up for Eleanor’s arrival tomorrow. We were all making the most of his serious mood –in a few hours he would be throwing himself at us and causing a ruckus.

“Most people can’t even reach C6 on a scale.” Harry whispered from next to me, causing me to jump a little.

“She’s an amazing singer. Honestly.” I whispered back, hoping that he hadn’t seen.

Rosie was modest, and so made no comment, but Zayn spoke up. “Do you even realise how talented you are, girl?”

“I haven’t done it in a while…” Typical Rosie. She was trying to detract the attention away from her. This was why she so rarely performed at school –she didn’t like the attention of it. I thought she was crazy for it. If I had a voice like hers I would be singing from the rooftops and no one would ever be able to stop me.

“Even Mariah Carey can’t sing like that. It’s like the super talent of the music industry –hardly anyone can reach the sixth octave, forget the seventh.” She finally gave a smile as Zayn stated the facts, making herself seem proud, not boastful.

Niall wrapped Rosie in a warm hug and kissed the top of her fluffy brown hair. “And you say you don’t know what you want to do in the future.”

“She’s crazy bro.” Zayn sat back and laughed at his friend as he observed the pair of them.

“Yeah, but she’s my type of crazy.” Niall kicked his friend lightly, protecting her like any boyfriend would- no that’s not true… should.

I was pulled out of my dangerous trance about the morals and ethics of boyfriends (one in particular), before I could fall into it too deeply, when Liam made his way over to where Haz and I stood, in the small kitchen area. “How does Zayn know so much?”

Liam chuckled before leaning over to me, to whisper back, so that the boy with the dark hair and stubble wouldn’t over hear him. “He does all the high notes in our band; he has to know his competition right?”

“Oh, so you guys are competing with Mariah are you? I’m sure your taste in music couldn’t be any more similar.” I scoffed and made my voice sound just as sarcastic as his had been.

Liam gave me a short, cheeky simper whilst Harry raised his eyebrows at me and politely asked Liam if he wanted a coffee.

Whenever Harry looked at me I felt the urge to look away; I was trying to control it so that he wouldn’t notice, but it was hard. It made me remember the awkward hug that I had given him earlier and I cringed at the thought.

The way that Harry hugged was very intimate. Normally, he would press his full body weight against the person and would hold them protectively whilst embracing them. Over the last few days I had been returning them similarly. His hugs made me feel safe and secure and I often looked forward to them.

Today was different. He had gone in for a hug -just as the others had- but this time I’d held myself off of him as he wrapped his arms around me. When I pulled away I turned my head so that I didn’t have to see his reaction. But I didn’t have to see his expression to guess what it had looked like. I could just imagine the frown on his face that I had only seen there twice –both times when I had found him going through the mean twitter feed on his laptop.

I didn’t know why I felt like this all of a sudden, and I didn’t understand why I was allowing it to affect the way that I acted around him. I had been talking to him comfortably only yesterday. Now, when I was around Harry, I felt nothing but awkward and perhaps… no, surely not… even guilty?

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