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'?


40. Shaking Fingers


My fingers shook as I accepted the call. I could hear the shouting before I even put the speaker to my ear. “Where the fuck are you? Who do you think you are? Avoiding my calls are we? What the fuck are you doing?” I stumbled on a nearby bench and tried to sit as tall as I could, to make myself feel more confident.

“I’m out with Rosie.”

“DONT fucking lie to me. I know where you are. You’re in some restaurant with her and that group of boys.”

“So? I’m only here because my friend is.”

“So you ARE? You know, you’re more stupid than you look! I didn’t know... but now you’ve confirmed it.”

“Who are they?”

“You’re blowing this so out of proportion! Most of them have girlfriends-”


“One Direction.” I squeaked quickly.

There were laughs on the other end of the line. “You stupid whore. You think any of them would actually go for you? You could force yourself on them and they’d still refuse.” He was actually crazy.

“Miles. I’m not going to let you talk to me like this anymore. Call me when you’ve sobered up.” My voice was shaking and tears had started to form in my eyes.


“I’m sorry.” The tears rolled over the edge of my eyes and I hiccupped.


I quickly pressed the red phone with a shaking hand before I could think about my actions. I was a mess. I was shivering from head to toe with panic and fear, whilst hiccupping and blinking back the tears that clouded my vision.

I sat on the cold bench, stunned, as I collected myself and stared straight ahead of me at the closed doors of the elevator.

After a while, I wasn’t sure how long exactly, the light at the top of the lift turned green. It meant that someone was getting out of the lift.

It was none other than Harry Styles who stepped out of the elevator. He looked around briefly before spotting me, behind the indoor fountain, and crossing the lobby towards me. 

"What are you doing here?"

"Trying to find you." He sat down next to me on the cool metal bench that had been out here for viewing the tall fountain.


"Because you looked upset."

I laughed at the irony of it; my own boyfriend didn't give two shits about me, but Harry Styles, on the other hand, had come down to find me because 'I looked upset'.

"You don't need to worry about me."

"I know I don't." He laughed "I mean I'm one of the most popular guys in the world. Why would I need to care about a girl who's trying to pretend that there aren't 4..." He looked at my face "No... 5 tears rolling down her face?" The sarcasm was subtle, and his voice was toned down and quiet, but I picked up on it easily. It did make me smile. "Why would I care?" I could imagine the small roll of his eyes.

We sat in silence for a little bit before he asked me "Want a tissue?" I laughed at how silly it was, sitting here next to Harry, just letting the tears freely drop down my face now that it was obvious that he could see them.

"Yes please. I'm sorry."

Harry shook his head as he pulled out a few tissues "You have nothing to be sorry for."

I wiped at my eyes and Harry helped to get rid of the tear stains that ran down my face.

I sat back against the bench, the crumpled tissue in my hand, when Harry did the same and nudged my shoulder with his arm. "You going to tell me what's wrong love? You don't have to but sometimes it's better to tell someone. Plus I don’t like to see pretty girls cry."

We sat facing forward, watching people cross through the lobby from the doors to different elevators and vice versa. The fact that I knew that he wasn't watching me took the pressure off slightly.

"It's Miles. He's been sending me really horrible messages all night and he just rang me." Suddenly unbothered about keeping the messages that made me feel shit a secret, I thrust my phone at him. The worst was the phone call so I didn’t care. Harry looked at me tentatively, as if unsure about reading them, but then took my phone slowly from my outstretched hand.

I looked away, breathing deeply, waiting for him to respond.

"Jesus... That's something else." He was obviously shocked by the 20 abusive messages that had been sent consecutively over the course of the evening. He read a few of them out in horror. "'Where are you whore?', 'Why can't you learn how to please your man?', 'stupid slut', 'probably out cheating on me with a dickhead of a guy'." Harry took a deep breath and looked at me with wide eyes. He had only gotten through the first few and less offensive messages, but already he was finding it hard to read anymore out loud. "Why?"

I shrugged "That's what I've been asking myself for a long time."

"A long time?"

His eyebrows were raised "Yeah. Whenever he gets drunk. It happens again and again... and... again." My voice ended in a whisper.

There was real confusion on Harry's face now. "I don't get it. Why do you let him do this to you? You're young, you don't need any commitments -especially if he's treating you like that.”

“I’m not sure. I guess I’m scared of him. Plus, I’m scared of the consequences.”

“You can’t stay with him Rachel... Not if that’s why you can’t leave him. You cannot base a relationship on fear –no way!” He ran his hands through his hair. “I hope you’re okay though.” I just nodded, but a hiccup made its way from my chest, suggesting otherwise. “Come here, love.”

He wrapped his soft arms around me and I leaned into him. Another tear made its way down my face and dripped onto his grey blazer. I made a promise to myself that I wouldn’t let Miles reduce me to another tear. Not even one. I had spent more than enough tears on him over the course of our three year relationship. “Promise me you won’t let him do this to you anymore.” He squeezed his arm that lay on my back.

“Don’t worry –I won’t even give him the chance. As soon as I see him, it’s over for good.”

“And people wonder why girls get so self conscious” he muttered to himself. “You won’t go through it alone you know? We’ll all be here for you.” He muffled it into my hair and I nodded as my vision grew clearer and I blinked the tears away.

“I know. I’m sorry about this.”

“Don’t be silly. Everyone needs a hug, every now and then.”

“Thank you Harry.”

“It’s okay. Next time I need a hug I’ll come and find you.” He gave me a small wink as he pulled away.

“Yeah, I owe you one.” I gave him a small shaky laugh and he smiled in return.

“There you are!”

“You two ready?” We hadn’t even noticed that the others had gotten out of the lift.

I smiled at Harry and he replied to the others. “Yeah, we’re ready.” He gave me an arm to pull myself up on and then slung it over my shoulder as we walked. I still felt shaky, but nothing like I had been after similar phone calls in the past –without the comfort of anybody, never mind Harry Styles.

I was surprised how much I had opened up to him –I couldn’t even recall telling Rosie about the phone calls and abusive messages that I got at least once a month. That’s why I felt guilty as Rosie flung her arms around my neck. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“I was fine. You shouldn’t worry about me.” Harry watched me sceptically as I said this but I knew that he wouldn’t tell her or anyone else. My secret was safe. For now.


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