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'?


167. 'Take A Deep Breath And Jump'

A/N: Yes, yes. I know, I know. I'm such a crappy author. I've promised you daily uploads and it's just not happening, but please trust me -I'm not just sitting at home doing nothing. I've been writing and plotting and coming up with some great future ideas for this movella... However, i have also been doing something else...

At the moment I am working on a big project that you guys will absolutely adore! It's a lot of hard work and it means that i cant upload as often, but I'm nearly finished. For the moment it is a secret, but I cant wait to announce what I'm doing and for you guys to experience it :) keep checking back for updates every so often! 

I'd also like to mention that I have just created a new story on this account called 'Understanding Emmy'. It is an Ashton fanfiction and you will notice a lot of differences (plot wise) compared to this story, so please check it out and tell me what you think!

I'd also like to announce that I did in fact get tickets to the 5SOS 2015 UK and Europe tour -which i am so super excited about- so let me know if any of you managed to get tickets too :D I'm going to the London one on the 12th of July and it's be awesooome if i could meet some of you!! ...but yeah. This is super long so I'm sorry!

Keep readingggg! Nialls_Tribute xo


Rachel and I have been sitting at her empty house, trying to do some schoolwork before the new term starts tomorrow morning -the first Tuesday of January.

 "This is pointless." Rachel moans at her pages of writing. "None of it's making sense! And look at me -all of this stressful writing to do and you're cutting out drawings of girls in dresses!"

"Hey," I say, defending my simple work. "I had to draw these too you know -its not that easy. I just need to cut them out to stick in my portfolio. Don't diss the textiles!"

"Lucky bitch." She mumbles. I giggle to myself, feeling happy that I only picked physical subjects for all of my ALevels. There was a short amount of writing to do for Drama and Dance but those subjects are finished now. All I need to do is finish off my textiles portfolio and compose another song for my ALevel Music mix tape that ill be able to send off to recording studios after my work is assessed and graded.

 "You're living the easy life." Rachel complains.

 “It’s not my fault you picked really academic subjects. I chose the easiest subjects which happened to be the ones I was best at -that won't get me any more credit than you. Psychology might be harder but you'll be a hell of a lot more respected than I will be.” She shrugs as if my comment is below her.

 “Well maybe you should have picked at least a couple of academic ones and then I wouldn’t feel as hard done to.”

 I burst out laughing and nudge my best friend, nearly knocking her off of her kitchen stool. “Psh, get over yourself girl!” We start giggling hysterically and then cool down with a few deep breaths. She throws a couple of crisps at me from the countertop and I do the same, however Rachel catches them in her teeth whilst I flail and fish for the ones in my hair.

“Okay.” I smile as Rachel picks the pen back up and bites on the end of it. I lay my sketches and the scissors down, and pay all of my attention to her. “Is there anything I can do to help then?”

“No, I already tried this with Harry and he was no use.”

“Yeah,” I joke menacingly, “Because the whole world ends at Harry Styles.”

“No, that’s not what I meant.” She grins and constructs her words more effectively. “All I meant was that he tried to help and ended up distracting me even more.”

“Oh,” I laugh. “I see. He distracted you did he?”

“Yes, well he’s always mildly distracting.” She smiles at the wad of paper on the breakfast bar countertop.


She looks at the implied and disgusted raise of my eyebrow and starts to sputter. “But not like that Rosie! Jesus, sometimes I really have to think about which one of us is actually the more innocent one.”

I think back to the way I had to stop Niall the other night and cringe internally, however some part of me, deep inside, is having to hold back a fond giggle.

“Wait.” Please don’t tell me I’m blushing again... Please don’t tell me she’s noticed. Ahh fuck, of course she has –we can read each other like books. “You haven’t… well, you know.” Why do I take so long to answer? She sucks in a breath as if she’s fallen a few rings back down a continuous ladder. “Rosie Posie Stephens you tell me right this second!"

“Hold your horses, no! I haven’t, I mean, we haven’t.” Ah god.

“Then tell me, why have you gotten an expression on your face that looks as guilty as a puppy that’s peed on the carpet?”

I pause. Oh come on, this is what best friends are for right? “Because we nearly did. We could have had sex the other day but…I don’t know… I guess I stopped him.”

My hand automatically goes to cover my face –although I can’t tell whether it’s in exasperation or mild embarrassment.

“Well that’s not really a problem…” Rachel looks at me curiously.

“But it is. I don’t want to be the boring girlfriend who stops all the fun. I can’t ask him to kiss me and hug me until we get old. He’s going to get bored and frustrated with it. I want to excite him and make him feel special –be like all the other teenagers and young people who are our age. What if I never feel ‘ready’?”

“Okay,” I can see Rachel put on her internal thinking cap. “How did you feel the other day?”

“What like before, or when I stopped him, or after? It’s all very confusing.”

“Tell me all.”

“Okay well first, before I stopped him, I felt excited. It was fun, but the idea of what it wold end up like was scary and frightening. I guess you could say that I was chickening out… being a tease.”

“You’re not a tease.” She corrects me. "Although completely mental? Yes. Do you realise how many girls would give their lives if they knew their last memory would be them fucking our boyfriends." She laughs at her sentence hysterically, trying to smother her giggles at the sight of my expression- totally disgusted by the thought and her crude choice of words. I just roll my eyes and carry on, although she is right.

“And when I stopped him I felt kind of… reluctant?” The nod she gives encourages me. “But it made me feel powerful and like there was nothing to be scared of because I was in control.”

“That makes sense.”

“And then I was disappointed. We went back to watching TV and it all felt too familiar –like I’d let him down. It wasn’t fun or exciting and I felt kind of cut off.”

“That also makes sense.”

“So what? It’s normal. I have nothing to worry about? Just be plain old normal Rosie and one day you might be brave enough to say yes?”

“No.” She hinders the faint smile on her face; implying a complication. “You sound ready. You were disappointed and reluctant and excited.”

“So what, I’m just not brave enough?”

“You’re just worried that it’s going to change everything between you and that it wont be the same. It won’t be, but I’ll tell you right now –if he’s the right one for you then it won’t make a difference except make the two of you stronger. You’d be giving him something that nobody else will ever get, and that’s scary, but it’s precious.”

He is the right one for me. He’s the only one for me. “So what do I do? How do I get over this stupid fear?”

A faint grin appears on her sorry lips. “How do you get over any fear? You take a deep breath and you jump."


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