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'?


28. Phone Call

ROSIE'S POV: It was turning half seven when Rachel rolled over onto her back and propped herself up on her elbow. "Rosie, you like Niall right?"

"Yeah of course."

" I don't mean like friends, I mean do you like like him?"

I took a minute to think before I smiled at her. "Yeah I guess I do..."

"Why?" It startled me that she had asked this question so bluntly. "I mean, what is it about him that you like so much?"

"I can't really explain it. It's not really about him. Anyone could like Niall for his cheeky smile and cute looks, or his boyish personality..."

"So what is it then?" Her eyebrows were pulled together and she scrutinised my face.

I thought about it really hard for the first time when the words just popped into my head, out of nowhere. "It's about us. The chemistry we share; the first time we properly looked at each other; the longing I feel for him when he's gone; the way that he cuddled me yesterday until I had stopped shaking..."

I trailed off and her eyes were bright as she listened to me. "Okay..." She lay back and looked up at the lavender chiffon that was draped high over my bed before the ceiling.

"Why do you ask?"

"I just wondered... I mean, I wanted to see if it was the same..."

"The same as you and Miles?" She nodded "Well, is it?"

She looked at me and gave me a one word answer before she pulled down one side of her smile "No." I wasn't surprised. I didn't understand how she could forgive him, and I hoped, for her sake, that she would change her mind about giving him yet another chance.

We lay there for a while "I don't think I've ever felt that way about him. Is that weird...?"

"To be honest Rach -and don't take this the wrong way- but... I don't think he deserves you and I don't think he ever will." She just hummed as she bit her lip and looked back up again.

It was these few simple moments, where we could just comfortably lie in silence, that I treasured the most with Rachel. Neither of us felt the urge to talk or disturb the silence, because it was just comfortable and peaceful to think quietly in each others company.

About half an hour later, Rachel was doing my makeup, trying out different looks on me, when we put the TV on. The Jonathan Ross show would be starting in around 20 minutes.

That was when my phone started ringing, it flashed up that it was Niall. "Answer it, answer it!"

Rachel started. I picked up the phone tentatively and spoke "Niall?" Why on earth was he calling me?

"Hey Rosie, sorry no Niall, just me -Harry."

"Oh okay. Wait, what are you doing on his phone?"

"Well I don't have your number,do I silly?" He laughed at the stupid voice he was putting on "And I wanted to check that you were going to watch the interview!"

"Of course we are..." This was weird.


"Yeah me and my bestfriend-"

"Rachel? Tell her I say hi!"

I turned around to look Rachel in the eye. "Harry Styles says hi." Her face was a picture: shock and excitement rolled into one expression. I burst out laughing.

"What's happening?" He slurred, trying to use his most sexy voice. Rachel had to hear this, so I put it onto loud speaker. "I bet she just fainted, didn't she?" The cockiness was clear in his seductive voice.

"In your dreams Harry." I rolled my eyes at Rachel -who had her hand glued onto her mouth to stop the giggles- and he laughed at my response.

"Shit Niall's just seen me on his phone! Quick, just so you know, whatever he says in the interview isn't true!" His last words were a shout before there was a sound of fast squabbling and movements of the phone, then finally a friendly and more familiar voice appeared on the other end of the line.

"Sorry about that Rosie, I'll talk to you later, we have to go on set now." And the Irish boy hung up before I could reply.

I sat opposite Rachel with my mouth hanging open before we both burst out laughing at the eventful phone conversation and started rolling around on my bed, clutching onto our stomachs as we giggled and giggled.

After that we decided to get changed into our bed-clothes: mine was a baby blue crop top with a grey pair of jogging bottoms and Rachel's was a matching set of David and Goliath cupcake, flannel pyjamas.

We crawled into my bed and sat up against the pyramid of cushions as Jonathan started introducing his guests. "Today, ladies and gentlemen, we have a great line up for you! We have Eminem performing for you," cheers rose from the crowd "a fantastically funny Jack Whitehall," even more cheers as the camera cut to my favourite comedian, who was posing for the camera in the green room "the Oscar winning pair; Jennifer Lawrence and Josh Hutcherson," the camera cut again and Jen sat in-between none other than, ours truly, Harry Styles and Josh Hutch.

She looked gorgeous in a golden beaded dress with her long hair pinned back. Harry was smiling all over and I felt the urge to "aww" at how chuffed he looked sitting next to them when the camera cut to all of the boys and Jonathan spoke again "but first up, is of course, the biggest boy band in the world and the greatest attribute to the UK's music industry, One Direction! Lets welcome them to the stage!"

The crowd were screaming their heads off for them. Rachel nudged me with her shoulder and I flashed her my biggest smile.

As all five boys were getting up, Jen squeezed Harry's cheek and he winked at her. Such a flirt, I laughed to myself.

The boys were wearing a themed colour of burgundy and black. Harry was wearing a burgundy shirt and a black blazer, with his signature style of the sleeves being rolled up.

Niall was wearing a cute, burgundy-red polo top that had a black collar with all three buttons done up, a pair of baggy black jeans and his signature white high top trainers.

They filed onto the stage, one by one; all shaking Jonathan's hand before sitting down on the famous red sofa in different manners.

Zayn plonked himself down first, whilst shuffling his bum over for Harry who put his hands on his knees and lowered himself down slowly with a huge grin. He flicked his hair into its usual shape as Niall threw himself back onto the sofa before putting an arm on the back of the couch behind Harry and pulling his leg onto one of his knees. He did this quite regularly, whenever I saw him.

Louis thrusted his hips once at the audience, pumping his fists as he did it, before he sat down quickly. Little trouble maker! I laughed along with Rachel at his humour and Liam was the last one to sit down after throwing one arm in the air and cheering.

They were all jeering and clapping as Jonathan took his place behind the desk and the crowd finally settled.


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