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'?


98. Milkshakes, Daisies and JLS


"Nialler?" I try to take my shoes off in the corridor, struggling with a strawberry milkshake in one hand and a banana milkshake in the other.

He appears from the living room with a wide smile on his face. "Hey, ahhhh great!” He notices the take away cups in my hands, from McDonalds. “Is one of those for me?"

"Banana or strawberry?"


"Good job ‘cause I've already started drinking the banana one."

He takes them both off of me so that I can step out of my heels easier.

"Good day?"

"Really good day."

"I don't think you've ever been so happy about school before."

"Me neither." I take back my McDonalds cup and sip the banana milkshake as I follow him into the living room. He sits down on the sofa and I sit down too, swinging my crossed legs over his knees.

"How did you know I liked these?"

"Doesn't everyone? It was an educated guess."

I laugh as he forgets about the straw, and takes the lid off, to drink from it like it's a cup.

"So what's been going on with you?"

"Nothing really, just played on Justin's Xbox, mulled around, watched some telly, had a shower -look I smell like gingerbread." He sticks one glittery arm I front of me excitedly and I smell it.

"You used my body polish!"

"Yep." He just laughs and gets his phone out.

"Oh yeah, Harry and Rachel are going out tonight! To the JLS concert!"

"Yeah he rang to tell me earlier..." There are equally excited grins across the two of our faces.

"Did he mention anything about her?"

"Not really, he just said he loved spending time with her yesterday and that he couldn't wait to see her again tonight. After that he got me to start talking about you."

"What did you say?" I twist the straw round and feel myself blushing. He still has this effect on me, even after nearly a month.

"That you have really nice smelling shower stuff." I shove his arm and a playful glint in his eye tells me that he thinks he's hilarious.

"Very funny."

"Oh, I was going to tell you something but I'm going to keep it a surprise now."

"What? Tell me!"


"What is it?"

"Nothing! But you're going to have to get changed later, I'm taking you out." He’s smiling like a dork so I just flick his cheek with two of my baby-pink nails and roll my eyes. Niall loves surprises, me however? Not so much.


Later, once Justin gets home after dropping Clara at home, and Lola comes home from a friend’s house, I decide to go get ready. Niall is playing Xbox with Justin so I'm by myself as I walk into my bedroom. I expect everything to be how I left it earlier this morning, but it's much tidier. I think nothing of it. Perhaps it was already like this. But then I notice the bathroom is much tidier as well.

All of my make-up products, which I left scattered around the sink countertop, are now all packed into my clear plastic make up bag. This was definitely Niall's doing.

He's the messiest pup around, which is why the simple sentiment warms my heart so much. I see all of his trainers lined up in the bedroom behind me and it tells me straight away that he made an effort to clean the place up. I don't honestly know how I managed to get so lucky, but however it happened; I can't quite imagine how different my life would be without him. I don't want to imagine what my life would be without him. I take a quick picture of my make-up bag and upload it to twitter with the tweet '@Niall_Official when the messiest man around tidies up your makeup things, you know that you've got a winner. :D x'

He replies before I have time to get into the shower. He's only a few doors away from me but it says 'I'm the one with the winner love :) xx'

I notice all of the precious comments below, stating how cute we are or how much they ship 'Niallsie', and I literally don't think that I could ever be luckier than I am right now.



The doorbell rings and I run to get it, sliding across the laminate flooring in my fluffy socks. I open it to a dimpled smile and a pair of black shades. "Your ride awaits you, me lady."

He gestures to the car behind him and bends down dramatically as if bowing to me whilst I fold my arms in soft humour. "Very funny. Wait a second - I just need to get my bag and shoes."

I nip into the house quickly, zip my black biker boots over my blue fluffy socks, grab my bag and pick up my phone off the side table, along with a spare packet of chewing gum. It's probably my mums but she won't mind -not until she goes to leave the house and sees them missing at least. "You want some?" He takes one with thanks and then looks me up and down.

"You look good today."

I'm wearing a black skater skirt with tights and combat boots underneath. Tucked into the skirt is a daisy print crop top. My hair is up in a high donut bun, with small strands of hair falling around my face.

"Thank you. You don't look so bad yourself."

"Is that your way of saying that I look good too?"

"Maybe." He always looks good, but I won't him know that -it brings out his more natural and modest self.

Today he's sporting a black pair of slim chinos, a brown pair of cowboy boots, a navy blue button down shirt and a khaki bandanna. We make our way over to his Volvo and I make a quick dive at him, before I become nervous and he can open my door for me. I catch his dark blue and silky shirt in my fingers, whilst trying my hardest not to crease it for the cameras that I know will be waiting for him.

"What are you doing?" Somewhere in his smile there is a cheeky smirk so I quickly do up a couple more buttons before he can protest.

"Sorry but it really annoys me."

He just looks at me for a few seconds and then bursts out laughing whilst he opens the door for me. "And you really confuse me." I smile to myself.

I don't know why I did it. I just can't stand the thought of a billion girls drooling over his chest... I'm just looking out for him, okay?


When we arrive in the O2’s car park, there is a man named Mike, waiting with an umbrella and another two security guards so that he can walk us into the concert, straight to our seats and past all of the crowds.

I smile at Harry as we walk and he politely makes conversation with all three men –even though he only seems to know Mike.

When we start to approach the main doors of the giant arena it is clear that half of the cameras are here for Harry. All of their lenses move closer, signifying that they are zooming in on us.

“Wanna play a game?”

Harry’s leaning forward, towards me slightly, so that I can hear his whisper whilst he keeps his eyes trained on the paps.


He looks into my eyes with an intensely gorgeous smile. “Let's wind them up. Go as far as you can without giving them any proof to say that we’re going out. I dare you.”

If the wink that he gives me is his first move then my first move is linking my arm through his. “You’re on Styles.”

He laughs shyly, unlinks his arm to sling it round my shoulder and takes my other hand with his.

His shirt is warm against my bare skin. I’d forgotten to bring a jumper. “You’re freezing. Here.”

He takes the leather jacket that’s slung over his arm and hands it to me. I hadn’t even noticed how cold I was until he told me. It's a cute sentiment to say that he's just doing it for the cameras. If it was when we were alone then I'm sure I'd be swept off my feet, but it's just a game.

“Thanks babe.” I say it loud enough so that a nearby journalist can hear us and then run a careful hand over his arm before shrugging his jacket on. It’s a little big but I feel snug and warm.

He smiles at me with a sparkle in his eyes and a pair of tight lips. His facial expression tells me everything; it says ‘Damn you Rachel.’ That means I’m winning.


It’s just approaching 20:30pm, JLS have gotten half way through their songs and I hum along shyly whilst Harry belts out the words. He leans over to my ear, forgetting a few cameras in the crowd which are constantly trained on us and shouts into my ear over the noise. “Why so shy? Loosen up a bit!” He takes my arms to swing them around whilst I giggle. He raises his eyebrows to see if I’m impressed and I shake my head back and forth hysterically. “What’s wrong?!”

This time I lean towards him. “It’s really embarrassing… but I only know the popular songs!” He laughs and teases me for a while, perfectly belting out every lyric to make a fool of me.

“Hey, I’ve got an idea!” He shouts at me excitedly and takes out his phone. I think nothing of it and just enjoy watching the show as all four boys prance around and belt out the words whilst doing a crazy amount of flips and dance moves.

They’re just finishing up their song, wiping sweat off of their faces with towels, when I see Ashton walk to the side of the stage and pick something up off the floor. He laughs at his phone for a few seconds and then cackles into the microphone, “Hey guys!” He’s addressing the tour crew and his team back stage “Can we get some lyrics up on the screens for the next few songs…? Apparently there are a couple of my friends in the audience out here, who are having a bit of trouble keeping up with you crazzzy JLSters!” The whole crowd gives an extremely loud cheer and Marvin jumps around behind Ashton, working the crowd into a craze.

“Oh, I bet we can all guess who that is!” Everybody in the stalls below us and the crowd around us, who had spotted us beforehand, start to look at us with smiles on their faces; pointing to me and Harry and cheering to acknowledge us. Harry picks up my hand so that we can both wave to them and I notice that a picture of the two of us pops up on one of the screens behind the boys. Now everyone in the crowd has spotted us; I can’t do anything except giggle wildly from our private balcony, wave to the crowd and cover my face with my other hand.

They start the next song, this time with the lyrics rolling behind them, and I make sure to sing along with all of my might. “You’re gonna pay for this Styles!”

He laughs back at me and leans closer “Don’t even lie –you loved every minute of it Stormes!”

Okay, maybe I did. How could anyone not like seeing themselves being presented with Harry Styles, and to a whole arena worth of people?


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