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'?


142. Stronger

A/N: Ahhhh... the tension... the cliff hangers... will they be together? Will they not? Sorry, I'm easily bored so I'm always adding plot twists for you guys, but I hope you enjoy them. Anyway, keep reading to find out what happens :) Don't forget you can follow my twitter @BethHoranHutch for more info on updates and plots. Who's really feeling these last few chapters? I know I've had a hard time writing them :( anyway, I havent done an author's note in ages so thought it was about time. Thanks for the continued support! I understand why the boys call us gals and guys the 'best fans in the world' -it's because you're all so passionate and lovely! :) keep reading, Nialls_Tribute xo


We’ve just come off of the M25 when my mobile starts to ring. I pick it up, seeing Rosie’s home phone as the caller ID. “Hello?”

“Hi Rachel, this is Marie.”

“Oh hi Marie, how are you? Thanks for the Christmas present by the way. How are things?”

“Oh, it’s no problem love. Not very good –I was wondering how far away you are from ours?” Her answer worries me. I lean forward in my seat and glance over at Harry. He’s squinting at me in the exact same way –noticing that there’s something wrong.

“I can get there in 30 minutes.”

“Please.” She begs.

“What’s wrong?” I decide to put my phone onto loudspeaker –I’ll only have to relay the information to Harry if I don’t.

“It’s Rosie. She’s not come out of her room or moved for the past 3 days. Something’s been wrong since she went out with Niall on Friday. He didn’t come home and she looked all beaten up. We don’t know what happened.”

Harry chokes on a cup of coffee he’s holding in his hands, eyes meeting mine with wide, fearful doubt. It’s now Sunday afternoon. What the hell’s been going on?

“Ok Marie, don’t panic. We’re coming around.”

“Rachel, she’s not been eating either. Every single thing we’ve given her she’s turned away. I don’t know what to do.”

“I’ll be there in 30 minutes.” I assure her and we both hang up.

“What the hell?”

“I don’t know.” Rosie and Niall are like the least problematic couple out of all of us. What on earth happened?

“I should call Niall.” I nod and Harry switches his mobile on. “I didn’t know it was off –it must have run out of battery earlier or switched itself off.”

I shrug, half in shock, whilst Harry speeds up his driving and waits for all notifications to load. “Rach look. 13 missed calls.”

A few delayed texts pop up too as he shows me his phone. They’re all from Liam except for the last, which is from Louis.

‘Dude, you need to ring me!’




“I think you’re in trouble.” I say. If the situation wasn’t so serious I would have probably laughed... especially at Louis'.

Harry phones Liam straight away and puts it on loud-speaker once again. Both Zayn and Liam are on the other side of the line. “DUDE! Where the fuck have you been?”

“I don’t know –my phone was off. We were driving back. What’s going on?”

“Uhh, it’s Niall. He’s not left his flat, he’s not been picking up any of our calls, and apparently he’s barricaded the entrance to his flat, which is why no one can get in. Do you know anything?”

“We know that Rosie came home on Friday, beaten and bloodied and now she’s not talking or eating or leaving her room.”

“Shit… You don’t…” Zayn stops himself from admitting what everyone seems to be thinking. “No, he wouldn’t have.”

I agree, just for the sake of wishful thinking. “No. He wouldn’t. But we need to find out what’s going on. We’re going over to Rosie’s house now. Even if we can’t get anything out of her, we need to get some food in her –quickly.”

“Oh shit. Yeah. I nearly forgot about that.” Zayn remembers the problems of Rosie’s past.

“I’ll jump in a car and meet you guys there.” Liam decides suddenly.

“Okay.” Harry says.

“And I’ll stay here.” Zayn states. Everyone else seems to agree. Apparently, if there’s anyone who Niall will open up to, it will be Zayn –the one who looks after Niall the most when he’s having his bad, homesick or most childish days on tour.

It’s just a little over half an hour when we pull up on Rosie's drive, finding Liam waiting for us by the doorstep. Marie is also waiting there for us arrive, skipping greetings once we’re out of the car to whisk us all up to her daughter’s room. I see Lola standing in the corridor outside the bedroom, watching us hesitantly, and I only just manage to smile at her weakly.

What we find in the bedroom is worse than I had anticipated. The windows are shut and the curtains are drawn tight. No light falls through them, the only source being the orange-tinted lamp next to her bed, showing shadows on every corner of my best friend’s face. She hasn’t looked this bad in… since… no, I can’t say it.

“Hey you.” I cross the room quickly and wrap my arms around her shoulders, sighing into her hair, holding her weak body to my chest. She’s unresponsive apart from the squeeze she gives my arm. “What’s going on huh?”

I’m given nothing. Not a whisper, not a sigh, just a dead, tired stare. “Right.” Harry claps his hands together from the door, crossing the room to pull the curtains out as far out as they will go and opening the balcony doors to get a bit of fresh air in. “We’re not going to let you sit here, feeling sorry for yourself or whatever this is about. We’re going to sort this out.”

I’m amazed by how quickly he and Liam take control, reorganising things, delivering all of the plates of food that have gone bad on her bedside table down to the kitchen. When they return, they pull chairs towards the bed for us to sit on, but I climb onto the foot of Rosie’s bed instead. She won’t even look at me.

I’m about to find my voice when Liam speaks up. “Okay, let’s get straight to the point. We need to work out what’s going on because the two of you are scaring us and making everyone sick with worry.”

“Niall.” It’s the first word she says, looking up at Liam with glassy eyes. “Is he okay?” Finally. We might actually be getting somewhere with this. I’m glad that Liam came now –he looks like the only one she’ll talk to.

“Well to be honest, we don’t even know because he’s doing the exact same thing that you’re doing. Locking himself away from everyone, refusing to speak to anyone and not explaining what’s going on.”

She pulls the duvet up higher around her shoulders, meaning we can’t see anything but her tired face and hair.

“What happened?” Harry prompts. No answer.

“Babe, you need to tell us everything. Did he-” Her death stare stops me mid-sentence. I’m so relieved –I don’t know how any of us could have seriously thought that Niall would hurt Rosie. I don’t know how I’d have dealt with it if he had.

“Okay…” Liam speaks his mind out loud. “So Niall came back on the Friday, he told me you guys were going out for a few drinks when he came down to my flat. To a pub?” She nods, cringing inwardly.

“Okay, so you had something to drink.”


“So what happened between going out and you coming back here apart from leaving empty voicemails and missed calls on my phone?” She left missed calls on Liam’s phone? I can’t blame her; if any of us ever need something sorting out, you know that you can always rely on Liam to help.

This time she turns to me, and I’m half surprised. So far she’s only talked to Li. “Do you remember Jace?”

“Who?” Harry asks as I rack my brain. Jace… Jace…

“Oh shit. That kid at school in Miss Green’s year 11 media class. What’s he got to do with this?”

"It's my fault..." She sighs. "I shouldn't... I should have-"

"What did he do?" I ask again, sure that due to her current state of mind, it can't have really been her fault, whatever she's talking about.

"He kissed me."

Liam's eyes pop and Harry lets out a low whistle. I'm not exactly sure what I do, although I'm sure it can't be good as the idea of someone else kissing Rosie, except for Niall, is impossible to me.

“And Niall saw?” Harry whispers slowly.

"I didn't mean it. He just kissed me. I screamed at the kid and slapped him but Niall saw and he got mad. He ran out and I followed after him. He said I was trying to break up with him. I wasn’t! I tried... It's not my fault."

"It's okay." Liam pats the duvet on top of Rosie's legs and she takes her hands out from under the duvet to hide her face.

"And then what..." Harry murmurs as we all notice the cuts on her knuckles that have only just started to heal. "You got into some sort of fight?" 

Harry smirks at his light joke until Rosie looks him in the eyes, deadly serious, and says. "Actually, I got hit by a car and nearly killed by a motorbike." In any normal situation I would have laughed at her sassy comeback, but now I'm starting to worry for my best friend's sanity and I don't think it would be appropriate. By the sounds of it, it's not only her physical health that we should all be worrying about. This can't be a healthy sign for anyone's mentality -acting like a shell-shocked child after getting hit by a car and then refusing to talk or eat.

"Rosie... That's serious stuff, all of it, but do you really think starving yourself and not talking to anyone is going to solve it?"

She shakes her head and sinks into the pillows in disappointment.

"I'm really worried about you." Liam says. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I dont care about me." Obviously not if she's been running in front of cars and abandoning her health. "I just need to know that Niall's alright, please." She begs Liam.

"We don't know." He shrugs. "We're just as worried about him as we are about you."

"You need to find out. Make sure he's okay." She urges the two boys. "I didn't get a chance to explain to him. He needs to know!"

"Okay, okay." I say, cutting her off to crawl over the bed and calm her down. "You're getting worked up. I'm sure Niall's fine."

"He's locked in his flat." She points out to me, eyes wide and scared.

"Look, we'll try our best." Liam reasons, putting his hand over Rosie's on the duvet.

"No. We won’t ‘try our best’. That sounds so shitty. We'll see him. Tonight." Both Li and I look over at Harry, scolding him with our eyes for giving Rosie false hope. "What? We will. Am I the only one remembering we have a midnight memories video shoot tonight? He'll be there -if he isn't then he knows the consequences. Why do you think Louis is travelling back from Doncaster right now? We all have to be there. It will delay the video if he's not."

"I forgot." Liam stated, impressed that Harry had remembered. "We'll see him Rosie. We can tell him what happened -explain it’s not your fault."

"I don't care about that, just make sure he knows I would never have done it on purpose. I don't care what he thinks of me as long as he knows what really happened."

"Okay." The boys both get up to leave but I stay sitting next to Rosie.

"The boys will try and get Niall to come out of his flat but I'm staying here to look after you."

"No. Go." She pleads.

"Not a chance." Harry smiles mildly, kissing me on the cheek before walking out. Liam has a harder time leaving, he looks worried about Rosie and hardly takes his eyes off of her as he wanders over to the door. I smile at him sympathetically, giving him the encouragement he needs to go and help his best friend.

"You," I say, stroking Rosie's hair as she lets out a sigh "are completely crazy and mental and you made us all worry sick... But I'm glad you're okay."

"Did you have a good Christmas?"

"Yes." I laugh, feeling as if it was 100 thousand years ago since Marie rang me in the car. I stand up and decide that Rosie's not going to stay in bed for one second longer. "Stand up." I order, holding out a hand for her to use to pull herself up on. She takes it and I lead her over to the floor length mirror.

"Look at yourself. Do you like what you see?"

"No." She replies simply, cringing at her untidy curls of hair, falling down her back. She ties them up swiftly and massages her face to look less withered and worn. I must admit it's an improvement.

"Why not? What is it you don't like?" I imagine all of the answers that I've heard before. 'My ribs stick out.' 'My thighs are too big.' 'I have skinny wrists.' 'My boobs. What boobs?' All of her answers are wrong -she's just not seeing herself in the same way that everyone else sees her. "Why don't you like what you see?"

I prepare myself for her cliché answers, but for the first time, I'm surprised with her reply.

"I don’t like what I see because I hate myself. I hate myself because I hurt him. I hurt him a lot. I don't think I'll ever forget Niall's eyes when he got into the taxi and it took off without me. He just looked at me -for one second- but all I could see was the pain and the hurt I'd caused him. He looked disappointed, and dead of life; I've never seen him like that and I was the one who did it." I'm stunned by her answer, frozen to the spot. Rosie takes a deep breath, fans her hands around her face to stop from crying and looks at her eyelids as far up as she can. She's changed. She's a changed person; for the positive of course. And it's all because of him.

It's the first time she's really opened up to me about her feelings towards herself -not the petty ones about her physique or appearance, but the admittance of what she feels about her own personality and person. It might be the first time that this has happened, but it's certainly not the first time that I’ve kept my feet grounded and spread them wide to support my best friend as she can take it no longer and crashes into me; tightening her thin arms around my neck and burying her head there for comfort.

"I love you Rose." I whisper into her hair, sighing to myself. I just wish she was stronger than this.


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