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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135. Rudolph

ROSIE’S POV:

"Rosie? Rosie..." I wake up to a giggling voice right next to my ear and lazily turn over onto my stomach, flipping a pillow over to cover my face. "Wake up, wake up! It's Christmas!"

There's only one little man who could be jumping around my bed, catapulting onto my pillows with so much energy and enthusiasm in his voice.

"Wake up, wake up! Rosie wake up!"

I brace myself for more shouts and decide to tease him.

"Okay." I mumble.

"Yaaaaay!"

"But only if you sing me your favourite Christmas song."

"Wha-" he's about to protest when he suddenly starts up a tune and rocks from side to side, only just keeping time with his top-of-the-lungs tune. "Rudolph the red nose reindeer! Has a very shiny nose, and of you ever saw it, you would even say it glows..." I get ready for the scream that I can sense coming by his hitching breath. "Like Pinocchio!"

"That's the wrong part!" I giggle but he carries on over the top with an attitude of determination, as if he's scared that if he stops singing too soon then Christmas will be cancelled.

"All of the other reindeer used to laugh and call him names! They never let silly Rudolph, join in any reindeer games. Then one foggy Christmas Eve Santa came to say, 'Ho Ho Ho. Pull my sleigh tonight!'" I smirk to myself at just how adorable my five year old cousin is. He never gets the ending of the song right, and I often think he's got a future career in free-styling when it comes to moments like these. "And then... All the reindeer loved him! And they shouted out with glee! Yaaaaaay! Rudolph will live happily... ever afterr!"

Not being able to resist him any longer, I sit up and tuck him under my arm as he wrestles to get out and uselessly bats my arm with his tiny fist.

"I'm sure that's not how it goes Tomster, but thank you; that was cuuuttttee!" He giggles and screams as I turn him upside down and tickle him.

As soon as I let him free, Tommy appears right in front of my face, bright blue eyes alert and only stopping when they are a few centimetres from my own. He’s got a tiny running nose, the size of a button and I reach for a tissue from my bedside table so that he can wipe it. “Can we go down? Can we? Pleasee? Presents!”

“Who gave you a sugar rush?” I giggle and instruct him to blow his nose before we go anywhere.

“Okay, done, let’s go!”

I walk over to the door as Tommy pulls me with both hands and I’m careful not to step on the temporary bed that’s been set up on the floor of my room for Tommy to sleep in. I did offer him my bed to sleep in for the night, but he told his mum -my aunt Rebecca- that it was too high and he wanted to camp on the fold up bed on the floor of my room instead. I was quite happy to let Tommy stay in my room. Although excitable, I must admit that he is well behaved for his age. Five can be a troublesome age. “Are you excited little man?”

“Yeah!”

“Let’s go and see where everybody else is.” Tommy takes my hand as we walk into the corridor in the direction of Lola’s room. He looks around nervously when I remember the game that Justin was playing with him last night –my older brother was telling our cousin that there were monsters that came out in the corridor –but only if you were being too loud or naughty. Carla really needed a lie down, so it was a great attempt at getting him to be quiet, however I can’t help feeling that the game was almost too effective as Tommy steps carefully with a finger pressed to his lips.

When we reach Lola’s room, I find Julie and Lola sitting in bed together, watching Toy Story 3 under the blankets of Lola’s bed. Lola’s floor is clear of any temporary beds or mattresses because Julie normally prefers to just share the bed with her cousin –they both get along really well and Lola takes really good care of her. Julie is the little sister that Lola never had.

Jules is sucking her thumb and smiles at us as Tommy is let loose now that we’re out of the noise-free corridor.

“Niall! Wiaaall!” My head turns straight to Tommy where I find him jumping around by Lola’s wall of One Direction posters. “Rosie is he coming today?”

“No, sorry buddy, he’s not here.”

“Why? Where is he?”

“He’s gone back home to see his family in another country called Ireland.”

“Does he speak another language there?”

I laugh lightly, “No, I don’t think he needs to speak another language there.”

“When’s he coming back?”

It’s so cute to see Tommy asking about Niall. “In a few days, don’t worry. You might be able to talk to him on the phone later if you want.”

“Yeah.” He says and then hops across the width of the room to sit with the girls to watch Toy Story. “Wait here then you three. I’m just going to go and wake everybody up.”

Once everybody is awake and the Christmas spirit is passed around from person to person, we all make our way downstairs to the living room where everybody laid their presents for each other down under the tree last night. There are stacks upon stacks of presents and parcels under the tree; all stacked up at a slope by the wall that would reach the tops of my thighs if I could even get close enough. Despite having an absolutely enormous house, we’ve never been this busy for Christmas –especially with Carla and her mum being an addition to the Stephens and Hawkes family Christmas.

Auntie Rebecca, Uncle Nick, and Melanie all manage to squeeze onto one sofa; Justin, my mother and my father fit onto the second; and Carla sits on the armchair by the Christmas tree for a bit more room than everybody else. I sit on the floor in front of my mother and brother and we all take in the sight of the excited assault that’s just been taken on the pile of presents by Lola, Tommy and Julia, and instigated by my younger sister. “First one to sort the presents into piles for each person gets brownie points!” Mum announces to the kids with a wink and they start their work.

“Brownies! I want brownies!” Tommy shouts obliviously, his thoughts showered by innocence, creating a ruckus of adoring laughs.

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