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'?


64. Secrecy


I took a seat and drank from my cold bottle of water thirstily. The teachers had only just given me the two songs that they wanted me to perform and I’d been singing them nonstop for the last 12 minutes now; performing each of them twice. They told me that as the ‘star of the show’ I would be expected to sing two more of my own choice. The only reason that they had given me four songs was because the school’s dance troop that went by the name of ‘Vigorous Motions’ had requested me to do the music after watching my performance at auditions. Some how I also needed to fit a dance piece, of my own, into the show. To say that I was being worked hard would be an understatement.

“So anyway, that Jace guy in Year 11. Seems like he has a thing going on for you.”

I gulped the cold water and turned to my best friend incredulously “Jace hasn’t got any ‘things going on for me’ and he never will. He just wants attention and an excuse to make himself look brave in front of his friends.”

She gave a low whistle and held out the lyric sheet for me- I was still trying to learn the words off by heart. I suddenly realised how my words had sounded, even though I hadn’t meant for them to come out so sharp, and I went to apologize quickly.

“Look I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that, it’s just all of this is getting to me. I’m being worked like a Donkey and I had no idea it was going to be like this. I didn’t expect to come in here today to be told that I’ll be performing at least 5 different pieces. That will be around 20 minutes of singing or dancing –look at me, I’m already tired. And what I meant was that it hasn’t exactly escaped my attention that most people in this school, apart from you and Lola, have been craving after my attention all day. Do you think that this would be happening if Niall and I weren’t a thing?” Even though the room was practically empty, and it was already out in the open for basically the whole school, I still felt the urge to whisper when I said Niall’s name. I had to keep reminding myself that he wasn’t just my little secret anymore. It didn’t matter.

“No, you’re right. He probably just wanted to make himself look brave. You need to watch out for him though –I wouldn’t trust him as far as I could throw him.”

"Me either, but look at you. You’re one to give relationship advice.” I had laughed it off and expected her to do the same. Instead she shoved the paper into my hand and grimaced.

Mrs Winters called my name –stating that it was my turn to perform again- just as Rachel stalked out of the door, slamming it behind her. My smile quickly turned into a straight, stiff line as I watched my best friend leave the room. It made me curious as to why she had acted that way –we had been joking about what had happened with Miles, and making light comments about it, ever since she had gotten over it on Monday.

As I stepped up to the microphone and pulled it out of the stand, I came to the conclusion that it was just too much too soon. She still wasn't completely over it.

My chest panged with heavy, painful guilt. I didn't mean to upset her. 

I would try my hardest not to mention Miles, or imply anything to do with him again –at least until she made a mockery of it herself. I felt bad and promised myself that if she had not calmed herself down and walked back in, after just this one song, then I would go out to find her. I didnt care what the teachers would say about it.

Luckily, she came back in two minutes later –a smile plastered back onto her face. I smiled back with relief but that was when I observed her eyes; swollen and with smudged eyeliner flicks at the corners. Rachel had been crying. I had made my best friend cry.


“So come on then, are you going to tell me why you was crying?” My voice was small, not threatening, just curious and caring.

“I wasn’t crying. You know I have hay fever, that’s all.” Hers, on the other hand, was restrained. She wasn’t angry –we had been laughing only two minutes earlier as we sat in the busy M25 traffic that collected at 5pm.

It wasn’t true –I knew when she was lying. Who got hay fever in the winter anyway? I didn’t believe her at all, especially as she talked to the grey roof of the car (an obvious sign that she wasn’t telling the truth), but I didn’t press her for a better answer. If Rachel didn’t want to tell me voluntarily then I wouldn’t get it out of her at all.

I just hummed the tune of ‘Rolling In The Deep’ –the song that I had been singing all afternoon- as I tried to print the lyrics into my memory for the Vigorous Motions. Rachel groaned and gave a little giggle as she caught onto what I was humming.

“Stop, please. You’re a good singer but there’s only so much Adele I can take each day! It gets depressing!”

I laughed and flicked the indication lights as I moved swiftly to the left hand lane to turn off at the junction. Only 20 more minutes of driving through the central London roads before I would see my gorgeous boyfriend. Whenever I thought about him my heart beat responded with tiny thumps of ‘ba-boom, ba-boom’ and my stomach replied with a tight clenching and tingling feeling. I pressed my foot harder on the accelerator in anticipation and turned to my lounging friend.

“Oh come on! She’s the music goddess! The one and only! The Adele!” I made each word twice as dramatic as it needed to be and Rachel swatted at my face lightly as I mouthed the lyrics.

“She’s a pain in the arse when you listen to one of her songs 7 times in the space of an hour!”

“Point taken.” I pulled all of my strawberry smelling curls over one shoulder and breathed them in as I curled my back –it was aching from being in the same upright position for over an hour.

“How long until we get there?” I had forgotten that this would be the first time at the boys’ apartments. She didn’t know where exactly they were.

“Oh only 20 minutes or so.”

“Good. I enjoy your company Rose but driving isn’t half boring at times.” I giggled in complete agreement and turned on the air conditioning. I was hot and wished that I had taken off my coat before sitting down.

It was clear that Rachel wasn’t going to tell me what had made her flip earlier, but I had an idea. Maybe she wouldn’t tell me, but I wouldn’t tell me either if I was put in her position–especially now that my feeling towards Miles were extremely clear. She knew that she was only going to get a one sided opinion.

There was, however, someone that I could get to talk to her who would comfort her just as easily as I would. He was honest and trust-worthy and was extremely respective of girls after being brought up in a house dominated by girls.

I knew straight away that Rachel would open up to him; she had been doing so all week. Now it was just a matter of explaining to Harry what had happened, so that he would know the importance of why I was worried, and that she needed to talk to someone –even if she wouldn’t talk to me.

I was going to get Harry to talk to Rachel about what was going on with Miles. 


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