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'?


108. 'My Diva'


I don’t think I’ve ever felt this awkward before in my life. If I knew how I had insulted her exactly, I might be able to do something about it. Instead she just glares at me every time our eyes meet and pays me no attention in between. I’ve tried small talk, compliments, even questions about how her tour went, but for some reason it’s as if she’s disconnected and inapproachable every time I try to interact with her.

We’ve both just been to the toilet and I’m watching her reapply her bright purple lip-gloss in the mirror when I decide that I’ve had enough. “Perrie, can you at least tell me what I’ve done wrong to offend you?”

She stares at herself for a few more seconds, keeping her eyes still in their blue reflected gaze, before she turns suddenly to look at me; her platinum blonde curls bounce around her shoulders and cheek bones. She stands with one hand on her hip, pulling a sour face that scares me a little bit.

“Look sweetie, you want an explanation? I don’t appreciate going onto my social networks and twitter accounts to find people sending me links to a news article about a girl who’s been flirting with my fiancé.” I don’t get who she’s talking about, or what it’s got to do with me, when it all clicks in my brain. There was an article about me and Zayn this morning; an article which Niall and I had just laughed at and shoved off. I guess it’s more believable when you don’t know the person whom it was written about. “It’s just… well, it’s just embarrassing!” Her voice jumps up a falsetto.

“My parents and my family and Jade, Jessy and Leigh-Anne are all being sent the same stuff and most of them are starting to believe it. I don’t know if anything that journalist said was true, but there’s been more than one article, and I don’t know you that well. So if I were you I’d just try to back off as much as possible and make it clear to everyone that it’s all just a bunch of lies.” The article was basically trying to say that I was making a go for Zayn behind Niall and Perrie’s backs. It said no such thing about Zayn doing the same to me, so it would make sense that I’m the only one to blame, in Perrie’s mind.

“Look I’m really sorry. You know how they blow things out of proportion, but if that’s what I need to do to prove to you that nothing’s happening, then fine. I love Niall, not Zayn.”

“You don’t even know the meaning of the word, Pet. You’ve known Niall for what? A month? Most of his relationships don’t last longer than 2 months anyway.” Ouch. She doesn’t look angry anymore… just disappointed.

I’ve just been shouldered past when I decide to turn back around and face her one last time.

“You know, Zayn’s getting married to you. I may not know the meaning of love,” my statements sarcastic because people are probably saying the same things about them and their young marriage. Perrie may be older than me, but they’re both the same age as Niall, so how would they know the meaning of love if I don’t? Two years isn’t that big an age difference. “But I do know that what you two share is love. You should really concentrate on that –have a bit more trust in his love for you, because even if the media did get it right -that there was a crazy, inexistent girl running after your guy- you should know that he’d turn a blind eye and walk the opposite direction from anyone other than you.”

It stops her in her tracks. I think I see her cheekbones lift up slightly in a smile, but then she starts walking out again; leaving me alone as I lean over a clear, white, sink basin. My hands are shaking just a tiny bit from adrenaline and shock. I’ll give myself just a few minutes to calm down, before I go back out there.

Perrie’s good at heart, it’s just a shame that she’s allowed the media to change her opinion of me before she gave me a chance to do the same thing myself.

The inevitable article was filled with paparazzi shots and pictures (some photo shopped) of Zayn and I hugging. Perhaps if I had met her before, she would have given me a greater chance at redeeming myself when the article did reveal itself to the public –rather than just coming to conclusions and putting the blame on me before she even has the chance to make conversation with me.


“I want to leave. I’m really tired.” Perrie’s only just sat down for long enough to pick up her bag and shrug her coat on.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes… now.” She gives me the eyes which puts the emphasis on just how quickly she wants to leave. Her abruptness kind of pisses me off. I was enjoying sitting here talking to Niall and Rosie –at least before I noticed the awkward looks and silence between our two partners. At least Perrie has the decency to be nice to Niall as always. “Sorry Niall, I’m just really tired from rehearsals. I hope you don’t mind.” They lean across the table to hug and kiss each other on the cheek.

“No, it’s fine. Are you sure you don’t want a lift with us?” I can tell by his worried eyes that he knows that it will be the last thing that Perrie will want.

“No, no, I’ve already called for a taxi. Tell Rosie I said goodnight.”

“Um… okay.”

I go in to shake his hand with a sigh, as Perrie walks off, and then decide to pull his shoulder in for a hug too, with one of my broad hands. “I’ll pay for the meal. Sorry about this man. I’ll talk to Perrie tonight but say sorry to Rosie for me? She might be upset.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course. Have a good night man.”

With that I go off to find our waiter, hand him the right amount of cash with a healthy tip, and then pull my jacket on around me as I head to the door and find Perrie in the lobby. I can’t quite describe how she looks; a little bit guilty but mostly just carefree and bored. I’ll definitely have to have a chat with her tonight. Whatever it was, that wasn’t fair on Rosie, and I’m embarrassed for her behaviour.

Later, when we arrive at my flat, I get her to explain everything to me. “Perrie. That really wasn’t needed.”

“So I’m just supposed to treat her like a friend? I don’t even know her yet Zayn.”

We’re not very good at face to face arguing. It always feels very awkward and uncalled for.

“Well get to know her then. She’s a nice girl and you’re just letting the media get in the way of that. Look, both of us have had our fair share of problems in the press and that never meant that we were bad people. Haven’t you learnt from it yet?”

“Yeah, I have. I’ve learnt not to get involved with most of it.”

“Well you’re already involved with this fiasco - as my fiancé. The only thing that’s going to stop it is if you rub it in the faces of the paps that you don’t give a shit and you know that their stupid stories and mind-fucks are all lies.”


“No, seriously. If you want this,” I gesture between the two of us “to happen and stay strong, then you need to prove to me that you don’t give a shit about what the newspapers and journalists are saying. Because if you don’t, then it’s just telling me that you can’t handle the press stories and any big future ones that could potentially break us in the future.”

“They won’t break us…”

“Well then, why are you letting such a small story get to you?”

“I don’t know…” She sits down on my couch and buries her face in her hands. “Maybe because I was gone away for so long, the stories were winding me up and I couldn’t even see for myself. The distance puts pressure on everything…” I could tell she was getting stressed over the last few weeks -I just had no idea that this was the reason.

I go to sit next to her and hold one of her small hands in mine, the one that she wears her ring on, as I run my other hand over my stubbly chin.

“I know that, but Baby, I proposed to you because I was sure that nothing and no one could beat what I already have with you. You’re my future. You need to know that. You need to trust that.”

“That’s what Rosie said in the toilets…”

“Well she’s definitely right then. Did you two argue?”

“No, not really, I was just such a bitch to her.”

“You’re not a bitch baby… sometimes you’re a bit of a diva, but not a bad person. I’ve never even seen you act like that before –we can just call it a bad day, okay?”

She finally takes her hand from her face and looks me softly in the eyes. I plant a kiss on the purple lips that she’s been biting the whole evening, since we stepped into the taxi. “Okay. I just feel so bad… She is a lovely girl, I was just scared. I thought that if we weren’t friends, then it would be a way to distance the two of you.”

“You don’t want to be that girl Perrie. Do me a favour and apologise to her. It will mean more coming from you and I see no reason why the two of you can’t start again.”

“Ahhh… I feel like shit. Okay, I’ll do that. I’ll do it first thing tomorrow…. Oh wait, does she have school?” I nod. “Okay, maybe in the evening.”

“Thanks.” I stand up with Perrie and rest my head against hers. “You might be a bit of a diva sometimes, but you’re still my diva.” I rub her hand in mine, looking down to admire the ring that rests there. She does the same.

“I love you Zayn.”

“Love ya too gorgeous.


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