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'?


109. Screaming


I wake up, from an extremely short nap on Niall’s sofa, to see a message buzzing on my phone as it rests on the top of my chest beneath one hand. I wanted to catch-up on a little bit of sleep before setting off on the hour long drive back to Croydon. ‘Where you at little sis? Coming home soon? Justin x’

I text back with ‘Yeah, setting off in a few mins. See you later x’ and get off the couch to go into the bedroom. I should be going –it’s nearly 1am.

Niall’s not in the bedroom, so that means he must be in the bathroom taking a shower like he said. I’m debating going in when I give myself a confidence boost. For god sake Rosie, he’s your boyfriend. Most couples would have had sex with each other by now if I wasn’t so innocent. Seeing him showering isn’t that bad.

I stick my head through the door, into a room full of steam and misty tiles, when I notice his clothes on the floor outside the shower and fight the urge to blush. He’s under the water, with his back facing me.  The bottom half of the shower is kept private by a less see through texturized glass effect. With the water drops it’s practically opaque. I turn my head slightly so that I can’t watch him –even though he does look goddamn perfect- and tell him that I’m going to have to leave now.

“Oh hang on, just wait a second and I’ll be out.” He’s really casual and I bet he isn’t blushing as half as much as me. In fact, when he emerges with a towel loosely slung around his hips, there’s even a smirk on his face. Oh my god –his six pack, his muscles, his v-lines. I don’t understand how I’ve gotten this lucky. “See you later love.”

I go forward to kiss his cheek. “Okay.”

“Hey,” Niall grabs one of my wrists. “You’re not getting away that easily.” He winks at me before leaning forward, his lips pouted and his eyes closed, waiting for another of my kisses.

“Okay, okay.” I go in to kiss him, but each time I attempt to pull away I just can’t. He’s too good with his mouth, his tongue, his teeth and his lips. One of his wet hands find its way to my chin and water rolls off –down my neck and chest, so that I have to pull away with a giggle. “Hey, keep those hand away.”

He secures his towel more tightly and then grabs me in a huge hug; attempting to dry himself off on my clothes as much as possible. “Niall! Oh my fucking god. You’re soaking!”

“That’s the point!”

“No, stop!” Somehow we end up falling onto his bed in a manically laughing heap. His head’s resting against mine and his hair is like a leaking tap on my forehead. I take a second to recollect my breath. “Eww… you’re like a wet dog.” His fingers take another go at tickling my waist and I end up flailing around beneath him in even more laughter, screaming occasionally until Niall lets go and falls onto the bed next to me.

“You’re too ticklish for your own good.”

“You’re ticklish too!” I point out.

“Yeah, but that’s not much use when you’re already being attacked.”

He’s right. I’m always the one being tickled or attacked in this relationship. The apartment phone starts going from Niall’s bed side table and he stretches to reach it.

“Hello?” I laugh at the instant deepness and roughness of his Irish accent, compared to the high-pitched tone that he was using to imitate my voice just a few seconds ago. He starts to cackle and I guess it’s one of the boys. “Okay I’ll tell her.” I sit up on my elbows to listen to what he has to say.

“Tell me what?”

“Louis says that if you scream again, he and El are going to come up here and kick your ass.” Niall’s finding it hilarious. Louis lives two floors below –I hadn’t realised that I was being so loud.

“Let me talk to him.” I’m passed the phone. “Louis Fucking Tomlinson?”

“That is I.” There’s amusement in his poshest southern accent. He always does this –trying to imitate my voice. I’m not fucking posh, I want to scream but it will only make him laugh harder.

“Tell your friend to stop tickling me then if you don’t want to hear it.”

“Oh, so that’s what you were doing?” I hear Eleanor’s giggles from beside him.

“You’re such a pervert Tommo.” I just roll my eyes and get up from the bed, throwing the phone back to Niall who is breaking down with laughter. He can barely talk from crying and rolling around clutching his bare chest and stomach. “Okay I’m leaving now.”

“No not yet…” He speaks into the phone again. “That was… bloody hilarious… yeah, yeah, talk later you legend… She’s leaving now… yeah. Bye.” He puts it back down on the docking station and looks up at me. “I’ll see you tomorrow right?”

“Yep, come round whenever. Actually don’t –text me first.”

“Okay love.” He gets up and kisses me on the cheeks and nose. “See you tomorrow.”

“Okay, bye.”

“And Rosie?” I turn back to him. “Don’t let the stuff with Perrie get you down –she’s just stressed and Zayn said it’s not like her. She’ll come around and see sense.”

“Yeah, I hope so. I thought we could have gotten along.”

“You will.” I leave with his words and smile printed in my mind. He’s right –maybe she was just having a bad day.

When I get to the lobby I can see Harry coming in through the door so I hang back so that I can talk to him. “Rosie!” He runs up to give me a hug and then compliments my outfit.

“Thanks Harry, you okay? What’ve you been up to today?”

“Oh, I’m good. I just dropped Rachel home actually.” I’ve only just raised my eyebrows with a hopeful smile when I’m brought back down to Earth. “No… not like that, we went out for dinner with Louis, Sophia and Eleanor.”

“Aww well that’s nice.” He’s eyeing me sceptically when I burst out. “Okay Harry, I’m only telling you this cause you’re like my brother but you really need to talk to her about your feelings! Like seriously, I’m having such a hard time keeping my mouth shut – and if it was anyone else but you I’d have already blabbed so you need to tell her quickly before I do. It’s getting harder each day and don’t forget we have school together every day-”

“-okay, okay.” He takes my wrists in his hands and removes them from by my face –where I positioned them to stop myself from jumping around and waving my arms out of frustration. “Soon, I promise. It won’t be a secret for much longer.”

“Okay good, because it’s honestly been driving me crazy.”

“You don’t need to worry. The boys have been pestering me all week –it won’t be long now.” He nods to me, in a slight bow before dismissing himself, when he decides to suddenly turn back when he reaches the elevator. “Can you just give me a bit of confidence though? Like assurance that I’m not going to have my ass kicked when I ask her? I’m seriously bricking it…”

“Dude, If she says no then I will be beyond surprised. Seriously Harry, you’ll never know until you ask.”

“Has she said anything to you about me?” He’s pleading for information.

“She’s put me in the same position that you have. Unless you want me to tell her, I can’t tell you anything either.” He just nods -simultaneously wishing me a good night- and a few seconds later the elevator is already whisking him up to the 6th floor.


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