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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NIALL'S POV:

Harry is trying to push me off stage - in the direction of the hallway that leads to the main exit, where the fans had entered.

"Look, the show's finished. Just run and get her. We don't need you to get everyone into a line for the meet and greet. Security can do that. You won't be needed for another few minutes. Go and get her man!" He pulls me into a strong bear hug before pushing me away again. I look at the other guys who are trying to encourage me too, so I leave them with a thumbs up and the crowd with a big wave.

People scream back in disappointment, but I know I'll be seeing them shortly at the surprise meet and greet. We'd just announced it, at the end of the last song, not even a minute ago. Everyone is so excited, as am I. I'm finally being able to get a chance to talk to the mysterious girl, but she's not here and if I didn't hurry up and find her, she might leave without ever knowing about the meet up.

I speed up into a jog at the thought; tucking my thumbs through the loops at the back of my grey, baggy jeans to hold them up. I don't know why I'm making such a big effort with this girl - I never have done with any of the fans before now - but then again, none of the fans have ever been this girl... I just pray to god that her personality lives up to her beautiful appearance.

The guys could obviously see the effect she has on me, as I can't remember them ever being this supportive about a girl. Plus I'm the only one in the group that hasn't had some sort of relationship lately. I mean, it's not that I don't want one, I seriously did! But I just never found that special person who loved me for who I was, once the fame and money were stripped back.

I skid to a halt as I get to a door. Out there is the hallway that will lead me to the huge set of glass doors on the front of the building. I walk out into the hallway but check for Paparazzi outside of the club before I go through the glass door and into the private seating area. It's safe.

"Bye." I look to the source of the noise and find the back of someone who is on the phone. It's obviously the girl, but I hope she wasn't talking to a boyfriend on the phone. 

Her brown curls are swinging behind her as she perches right on the edge of the chair and takes her phone from her ear. She sounded distressed and her body language is completely different to when she was dancing around inside. She looks either miserable or pissed off. It annoys me to see that something or someone has spoilt her night. I need to change that.

I walk over; trying to get closer to her and grab her attention, but before I know it, she's shot up from out of the chair and has bumped against me -practically chest to chest. She looks startled and her eyes are concentrating on putting her phone away. I see her mouth move, but don't hear what comes out as she takes a step to the side. Before I know what I'm doing, I also step to the side - strategically placing myself in front of her, so that she can't get away from me before I can talk to her. Kinda creepy, huh?

"Hi there." I mentally hit myself. I've just bumped into the girl I've been obsessing over all night and the best I can come up with is 'hi there'?

She looks surprised that the person who's blocking her way is now interacting with her, before she looks up into my face and her lips formed a tiny 'o'. It's obvious she's trying to collect her thoughts and formulate an answer, so I just smile and waite patiently for a reply.

Sometimes I hate my success; for the simple reason that I've forgotten the normal reaction that people usually have towards me before, without having the thought of 'he’s the blonde, Irish guy from One Direction' pass through their head. Finally she came back to life and said "Um... Hi!" She's still shocked that I'm here, but at least she's making an effort to smile this time.

“Are you okay?” I try out respectfully.

“Yeah, I’m great thank you.” Ah thank god. She's just being so calm -none of that loud or obnoxious 'oh my god i'm your biggest fan please can I get a photo' shit. Maybe that was a bit mean...

"Hey, um... I noticed that you'd walked out before you were told about the surprise meet-and-greet that we’re doing tonight.”

“Oh?

“Yeah, I’ll take you there if you want? You must be getting pretty cold out here and I thought you might be worried about the other girl you were with. Especially if you didn’t know where anyone was...”

“Thanks for your consideration, you’re probably right actually. I’d have ended up getting worried about her. She’s my little sister.” She smiles at me and we start to walk back to the club at an extremely slow pace.

“Cute! So how big a fan are you then? Been to see any of our previous concerts?” I was interested because she didn’t seem as hysterical as most fans that had the opportunity of talking to us. We reach the doors and, as I turn back to wait for her reply, I open the door wide and signal for her to go in with a cheeky wink.

She giggles at me shyly but didn’t falter in the way she walked; with an air of confidence, as she ducked round the door. “Well I’m not going to lie to you... I wasn’t that keen on you guys originally, I was just here for my sister.” I look at her questioningly and she quickly states “My sister’s 12. She couldn’t come here by herself.”

“No I knew that! It was just...” she looks up into my eyes as if she's confused with where I'm going with this. I'm not too sure myself, to be honest. “...you said ‘wasn’t’. You said you weren’t that keen?”

“Oh, um,” as soon as I said it she looks away again, almost embarrassed at the way I'd picked up on what she's just said. “It’s just that I’ve had a really good night.”

The beautiful girl still isn’t looking at me, but as she walks beside me I can tell she's smiling to herself behind her curtain of gorgeous curls.

“It’s only going to get better babe.” I put my arm around her shoulders jokingly, forcing her to look up to me so that I can give her a wide grin. She looks happy and I feel the sudden urge to lock her away inside of my arms, but fight against it. “Hey, I haven’t asked what your name is yet?”

“Its Roselyn but everyone just calls me Rose or Rosie.” She's starting to feel more comfortable around me, as am I around her.

“Well I guess you know my name by now?” I don’t want to sound arrogant so I lean towards her and whisper with a laugh. “It’s Niall, just in case you weren’t sure.”

“Thanks for that.” Her British accent is cute and I can tell that she's from around London.

She seems amused at my dodgy attempt at flirting too, so I laugh it off and carry on to the subject of her little sister “So who’s her favourite? Don’t worry there isn’t a right or wrong answer.”

“Unfortunately for you Niall, Lola’s favourite is Mr Malik. He’s all we ever hear about back at home.” She rolls her eyes -proving that she's getting much more confident around me. Telling me things about her personal life as we walk down the long corridor - off of the hallway, that I had ascended on my way to reach her earlier- smiling as she talks and obviously fond of her little sister and home life. She seems like a genuinely happy person; a positive energy to compliment my own.

“Hey that's my friend!" I laugh, nudging her teasingly. "What about you Rosie? Any members of One Direction that you’ve got your eye on?” I ask whilst trying to keep a straight face as I turn towards her, pointedly looking straight into both of her eyes. She stares back at me for a while, trying to work out whether I'm being serious or not, when I can’t handle it anymore and burst out laughing.

“Oh I’m not too sure. I’m still trying to work out whether I even like them or not.” She sounds as sarcastic as fuck and it makes me chuckle even more. She smirks as she walks down the corridor; proving to me that she's definitely joking. I have to give it to her; she is hilarious and has made a great comeback from my sarcastic remark. 

“Too bad.” I'm so relieved to find out that this girl’s personality is just as attractive as her looks.

We get to the end of the corridor and I know the door will open into the room full of people waiting to meet myself, Louis, Harry, Liam and Zayn. I go to open it but then hesitate. I take advantage of the few private moments we have together before we enter the room marked as ‘Meeting room 003’ and look at Rosie; properly for the first time tonight.

First I look at what I think might have attracted me to her in the first place. There are, of course, her long brown bouncing curls that, as I have only just realised, slowly graduate down to a light shade of blonde at the bottom. There are her deep green eyes that seem even more colourful up close. Her gorgeous personality that I feel so at ease around. Her cheek bones. Her perfectly shaped eyebrows and full lips. Her long, long eyelashes and her amazing sense of style. Her cheeks that are blushing with the more time I spend studying her face, and the way that she forms a smile with her lips; so that I get to see her perfect, straight, white teeth. I could have leant in and kissed her if I wasn’t scared of what her reaction would be and if I wasn’t all too aware of how long we’d spent standing there watching each other.

Before I push open the door to let her in, her eyebrows pull together and she looks straight into my eyes. She looks like she's searching for something deep inside of me, and the feeling is overwhelming, before her eyes dart away and she sashays into the room.

The room lit up with interest at her entrance and I follow in behind her -aware of nearly every pair of eyes on us. I look over at Harry who's standing behind a long row of tables at the other end of the room, with the rest of the boys and, yet again, he gives me another of his signature cheeky grins. Only this time, I grin back at him. He's right... she could be the one.

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