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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42. Throwing Fists

ROSIE'S POV:

I was curled up on one of the sofas with a cup of tea. Niall was sat as close to me as possible, coffee in one hand, with his other arm wrapped around my back.

I heard the kettle go off from the kitchen for the second time tonight. The other boys were due to arrive here any minute so I had refilled it with fresh water for them.

Coincidentally the door bell rang a few times, just after the kettle went, so Niall got up from where we sat “I’ll let them in now.”

“Okay, tell them to just leave everything in the hallway for now, I’ll sort everyone out later.” He placed his drink onto the coffee table and shuffled through the doorway, pulling at his trousers from where they had fallen down slightly at the back.

“Nice bum.” Louis giggled at him.

The door opened but, as we listened for the familiar voices of Harry, Zayn and Liam and they never came, it was obvious that something was wrong. Niall’s voice had turned gruff and serious.

“I’m sorry but you can’t come in.”

There were the sounds of low voices and shuffling in the doorway.

“Mate, I’m warning you.” Niall seemed to be getting more aggravated. I had never heard him like this before. My eyes locked with Louis and he shot out of the room with the signal to keep quiet.

“Is there a problem here Niall?” Louis’ voice was deep as he joined the event that was taking place just outside of my hallway.

“Yeah. There is. This prick won’t let me in.” Rachel crawled over the carpet to where I sat. I pulled my hand through my hair to calm myself down as I patted her back, but my hands were shaking, and she had felt them shake before I could cover it up. What the fuck was going on?

I couldn’t take it any longer. There was a mixture of shouts and hushed deep voices.

“Stay here babe. Don’t you dare move until I know what’s happening. I’ll be back in a second.” Rachel curled up in the warm spot that I had just left and I shakily walked to the doorway. That’s when I heard his voice.

“Let me in. Get the fuck out of my way.”

“You have no right to be here.” Niall repeated.

“You’re really starting to piss me off mate. Get off of the door.” I could already hear the anger building in Louis’ voice.

“WHO the fuck do you think you are? You think you can come in here and tell me what to do?”

“No, but you obviously do. Get out of the way mate.”

“Take one more step and I’m calling every single body guard we have and all four lawyers.” Niall started to panic.

“Ohhhh, look at you –Mr Big-Man are we?” He tripped over the front step as he made another effort to get in. He was pathetic and I had had enough.

“Get up.” I walked forwards toward the disgusting guy who was crumpled on the floor. He did as I said and a smirk crossed his face as he saw me.

“Ah Rosie! Be a hunny and tell these dickheads that I can come in.” His words slurred as he tried his very best to make himself look appealing. Everything about him made me feel sick to the stomach; his state, his blonde shaven head, his crooked teeth and disgusting scent that lingered through the door.

“You wish. The boys are right. You should have listened to them when they first said you're not welcome here; did you not hear anything they said? You’re not welcome in my house...” I repeated it in the hope that he would listen. Obviosouly not.

“What?” His disgusting smile turned into a threatening glare “I’m your friend Rosie! Remember?”

“You wish.” I sputtered.

Louis tried to close the door again and Niall held an arm around me. It made me feel stronger, which was what I needed as the intruder stuck his foot in the door just in time for us to hear the loud crunch and he screamed into the house “RACHEL! SHIT! I KNOW YOU’RE HERE! COME HERE NOW!”

His eyes were maddened and crazed with anger. “You need to leave.” Louis was sternly telling him over and over but he took no notice.

“RACH! RACHEL!” poor girl, I needed to go back and comfort my best friend but I was scared that he would fight his way in. “ROSIE! I NEED TO SEE RACHEL.” He practically begged me but I felt no sympathy towards him.

“Get the fuck out of my house. I’m only going to tell you one more time.” I moved forward like a lion on the prowl. I took the door from Louis and both of the boys stepped behind me defensively.  “Don’t you dare come into my house, threatening me and my friends. What the fuck do you think gives you the right? You’re an absolutely disgusting pig and I don’t ever want to see you on my doorstep again. Do you hear me?” I pushed him forwards and he limped back on his crushed foot.

“RACHEL. RACHEL! RACHEL GET IN THE CAR! DON'T MAKE ME COME AND GET YOU. I'LL DRAG YOU OUT OF THERE BY YOUR HAIR IF I HAVE TO.” I laughed sourly as he screamed again and again. “You’ll pay for this! All of you will!”

“Don’t you dare threaten me Miles.” It was then, when I went to place a heavy slap on the drunken mess in front of me, that somebody stopped my arm whilst it was mid-air. I was about to protest when I saw Harry throw his fist straight into the centre of the abusive twat’s face instead. His nose crumpled around the powerfully clenched fist.

My mouth fell open in shock as he fell backwards on impact and all five boys crowded around me, defensively, watching Miles with total disgust. 

It was then that a brave Rachel appeared from behind us. "It's over Miles. Don't you ever make contact with me again." Miles stirred as he heard the familiar voice. "I hate you. You're..." Rachel couldn't find the right words to describe the disgust she felt "You're an abusive, threatening, prick who expects me to crawl back to him time after time. Well I'm telling you this time. It's over. FOR GOOD."

We watched as Miles picked himself up, fixed his bloodied nose and slank away into the shadows of the road, where we heard a car engine start and screech along the tarmac.

Harry was breathing deeply from beside me as he shook his hand and examined his long fingers. Zayn's fists were clenched in front of his chest as he cussed under his breath. Louis guided Rachel back inside the empty house. Liam still had a tight hold on my arm and Niall helped him to pull me away by my waist. It was then that I realised that I was still screaming insults down the road at the boy that I hated so much. I would never let him touch any of us or my best friend again.

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