It’s a Twin Thing
So picture this: You grow up with 3 brothers, 2 older, 1 younger. You are so close with them, and love them with all your heart. Your parents are the most amazing people ever, and would do anything for you. Then on your 15th birthday your world comes tumbling down.
“Hey sweetie” my mom says “me and dad have something to tell you”
“Yeah what’s up?”
“Uhh, well there’s no light way to put this. You know how you are the only daughter in the family” says dad.
“Yeahh…” I replied, not understanding where they were going with this.
“Well before you were born your mother and I were told that we could never have a baby girl, chances were 0.5%”
“And I really wanted a baby girl!” mom interjected
“So I was a miracle baby then, wasn’t i?”
“Sort of…Sweetheart you’re adopted. We picked you up from an orphanage in England when you we’re less than two months old.”
And then I blacked out.
For fifteen friggen years this had never been brought up! No signs. Well other than everyone in my family was tall with blonde hair and blue eyes except me. I was a short brunet with hazel/green eyes. Wait. How had I not seen this sooner? But mom and dad had always said I got it from my Nana who died when I was 3, so I had never really known her.
It was the biggest shock of my life. But I had gotten over it, after the initial shock, and so had my brothers, although I still got mocked constantly. But what can you do?
On my 18th birthday I decided that I wanted to find my birth parents, not out of spite for my real parents (the ones I had grown up with) but from curiosity. So after getting some info from mom and dad (who completely supported my decision) I had the info for the whereabouts of my birth parents. I was headed to the UK.
Saying goodbye was awful. There were tears all around, mom especially. I promised I would be back in a month and I would call or text every day. My brothers just gave me some punches on the shoulder
“See ya later R”
“Bye Rosie, we’ll miss you sis”
I boarded the plane 30 minutes later. It was a long way to go; the flight from Toronto to London was 7½ hours long. I slept for most of the flight. When we finally landed in London I quickly got off and went around searching for the luggage carousel, and after asking for directions 3 times I finally got my bags and hailed at taxi to take me to the flat I would be renting for the month. I called home just to say I was alright and then I slept for the night.
I woke up the next morning and thought: might as well get this over with. It was a 3 hour train ride. Then I took the bus to a stop close to the house. I walked down the street; it was a lovely neighbourhood, pretty and peaceful.
I found the house finally. My heart was beating at 100km/h. As I walked up to ring the doorbell I started to second guess myself. What if they weren’t home? What if they hated me?
In a small burst of courage I rang the doorbell.
A young woman in her early 20’s opened the door.
“Hi…um I was wondering-“
“If you’re looking for Liam, he’s not here right now.” She cut me off.
“umm no sorry, actually I was looking for Karen and Geoff.”
She looked at me quizzically, then called “ MOM! Someone’s at the door for you!”
A woman with an apron came to the door, but not before asking the girl in a whisper “Are you sure she isn’t a fan?” The girl just shrugged.
I was shaking at this point.
“Um hello dear, I’m Karen, could I ask what you want?
I was shaking ever harder now. Rosemarie just spit it out; I could hear my mom in my head all the way from Canada. I looked at the ground
“Hi…My name is Rosemarie. Um and I am. Um well I’m your daughter…I think”
I stopped and looked up. Karen’s face had gone pale.
“Oh my god…” she said quietly to herself, “GEOFF! GET DOWN HERE!”
“I’m coming” he yelled back
A man showed up next to her.
“Sweetie,” he said, “who is this?”
“Geoff, meet Rosemarie, our daughter.”
A look of shock crossed his face
“Our… Oh my god.”
Karen broke down in tears and pulled me into a giant hug. I was invited in and soon found myself in the kitchen drinking tea as they told me the story.
“We never wanted to give you up. It was the hardest decision we’ve ever had to make. It’s just at the time we were so poor and didn’t want you two growing up in poverty, especially because we already had 2 daughters to support. I think you met Ruth already. So we gave you two up for adoption.” said Karen with a sad look.
“Wait, us two?”
“Yes, you have a twin brother, Liam, although he is currently in London. Anyways, 3 months later Geoff’s company struck gold and he was offered an enormous pay raise, and I had been hired as a teacher at the local primary school. So we went back to the orphanage hoping to find you and bring you back. Liam was still there, but you were gone.”
At this point Karen started crying again. Geoff rubbed her back soothingly and continued.
“We searched for you, for a long while. But your parents hadn’t left any contact info for us, and the agency couldn’t give it away because of privacy issues. So then we went on acting like it had never happened, but prayed that you were with a good family. We never talked about you with your siblings. But now you’re here.” Geoff finished.
“And a beautiful grown up women, with good manners” added Karen “I’m so glad!”
I just blushed and looked down.
“So how many other siblings do I have?” I asked
“well there’s Liam and you have 2 older sisters, Ruth and Nicole”
“Wow! That makes a grand total of 6 now!” I said
“Tell us more about you then!” Karen said.
“Well,” I started, “My name is Rosmarie Lilliana Forester. I have 3 brothers Chris and Ryan are older and Jimmy is the youngest, He’s 17. I grew up in Canada- ”
“Oh! Not America?”
“No way! Umm… what else do you want to know?”
“Interests hobbies…?” asked Karen.
“Sports?” said Geoff.
“ I enjoy acting, reading, dancing, baking, shopping. As for sports I play Hockey, Baseball, Golf, rugby, I swim, and I watch hockey like it’s a religion, oh and I like football too!”
“You like football!” he exclaimed.
“Yeah! But I think we’re talking about different sports- in North America we call your football soccer, and football is the sport with the brown ball that you throw.”
“oh…” he seemed disappointed.
“But you can teach me all about your football!” I said
“ OK!” he replied enthusiastically.
The rest of the day was spent getting to know my new family. They were all so nice! Ruth and Nicole promised to take me on a girl bonding/shopping trip my next visit. Karen and Geoff were so sweet and made me promise to visit again soon. I got everyone’s numbers before I finally left.
I took the train back to my flat, a silly grin on my face the whole way. I texted my mom: ‘met my birth parents! Really lovely people! I also have two sisters and a TWIN brother! Miss you lots xoxo Rosie`
I got to my flat that night, exhausted but content. I vowed to find my brother tomorrow.
I woke up that morning determined to find my brother. His apartment was only a short walk from my flat, so I grabbed my boots, a pea coat, a scarf and a piece of paper that read Liam Payne 533 Richmond st. apt 7B, thenI started walking. I grabbed some Starbucks on my way over and had a nice chat with the flirty cashier. He had an amazing accent. I seriously loved British accents. London was heaven.
I found the building two blocks down from my flat. It was so gorgeous. An elderly doorman eyed me suspiciously as I walked in.
“Where are you going missy?” he asked.
“Um, I’m looking for Liam Payne…”
“You should probably leave madam,” he said, “There is no need to disturb those boys!”
“But!” I interjected.
“I must ask you to leave or else I’ll call security.”
Wow, they must really take care of the privacy of the people in this building, it’s probably because it was so snooty and high end.
I made a face then whipped around, just to bump into someone. Totally ruined the whole dramatic departure that I had in mind. I looked up, a beautiful boy with gorgeous curly hair who looked to be around my age was looking down at me. He smiled. He had dimples, I felt myself swoon a little.
“ Who is this Ted?” he asked the doorman.
“ This young lady was looking for Liam, I was just asking her to leave.”
“Ahh, no bother, I’ll take her up with me!”
“Oh my gosh! Thank you!” I said.
He put one hand on my back and started to guide ne through the very posh lobby. I couldn’t help but turn around and make a face at the doorman, before getting into the elevator.
“What’s your name?” he asked taking out his phone from his pocket.
“Rosemarie” I replied.
“ Hi Rosmarie, I’m Harry, but I bet you already knew that.”
“Umm. I didn’t actually. Pleased to meet you!”
He just continued texting on his phone.
“So you are looking for Liam… You know he has a girlfriend right?”
He said glancing up as we got off the elevator on the seventh floor.
“Well now I know. But what do you take me for? A prostitute?”
He just chuckled, “well you have the looks for it.” he said with a cheeky wink.
“ Ew.” I said, “Well thanks for your help back there, it was nice meeting you”
“If you get bored with Liam I’m right next door” He replied with another wink.
I just shook my head and turned away. He was a cocky one wasn’t he?
I stopped and looked at the apartment 7B. I took a deep breath and knocked.
A guy a few years older than me opened the door; he had brown swoopy hair and a nice smile.
“Who are you?” he asked with a grin.
“Hi, I’m Rosemarie, Is Liam home?”
“Yeah, hold on a sec!” he said, then turned and screamed “LIAM! SOMEONE’S AT THE DOOR FOR YOU!”
“I’m coming!” A reply came from within.
We weren’t identical twins, was the first thing I thought when I saw him. He had brown hair that flipped up at the ends, which was similar to mine. But his similarity’s ended there. He had warm brown eyes and was a good 9-10 inches taller than me.
“Hi, I’m Rosemarie…Could I talk to you for a sec in private?”
“Sure…” he sounded uncertain.
He closed the door to the apartment behind him.
“Um, well I’ll just get this out of the way. Hi! Um… I’m your long lost twin sister!” I smiled.
There was a long pause. Liam looked terrified.
“Oh…uh well that’s nice. I should probably go back in and you should probably leave now.” He said with wide eyes.
He went in and closed the door quickly. I pressed my ear up against it.
“Who was that?” a first boy asked.
“ I dunno…some crazy fan claiming to be my twin. I’m going to call security now.”
The other boy just laughed.
I slumped against the wall beside the door. This was not the response I had been hoping for. And what was he talking about fans? So I did the only thing I could think of. I called Karen.
“Hello?” she picked up.
“Hi Karen, it’s Rosie.” I said with a tremor in my voice.
“Hi sweetheart, what’s wrong?” she asked, picking up on my mood almost instantly.
“Umm…well I went to visit Liam like you said I should, and he kind of slammed the door in my face and I think he might be calling security on me…”
There was a pause.
“He did, did he? Hold on a sec dear, I’ll call him right now, stay on with me”
She dialled and I could hear the phone ring from inside.
A voice picked up.
“Hello?” I heard through the phone, she must have put me on a three way call.
“Hi Louis dear, could you please put Liam on the phone for me?” said Karen
“No prob Karen!” he replied.
There was a scuffling noise and Liam picked up.
“LIAM JAMES PAYNE!” she shouted, “I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU! I get a call from your long lost twin Rosie saying that you slammed the door on her! She was just trying to explain! I thought I had taught you some manners young man!”
“Mom, what are you talking about?”
“Yes, you have a twin. I know it comes as a shock, but you should let her in so she can tell you the story. Your father and I will have a talk with you later.”
I tried not to laugh.
“Um ok mom, talk to you later. Love you!”
“Love you too!”
He hung up.
“Was that ok, Rosie dear?” asked Karen.
“That was great! Thanks so much, you saved me!”
“Anytime dear, now go talk some sense into your brother and I’ll talk to you later!”
“Will do! Bye!”
Just as she hung up the door opened. Liam stood there with a shocked expression on his face. He looked down at me, I looked up at him.
“Your mom is such a lovely women, well our mom I guess I should say!” I laughed.
He still looked flabbergasted.
“Well I’ll take that as my invitation inside” I stood up, brushed myself off and walked in past him.
Once we were inside I sat down at a barstool in the kitchen area and started explaining. I started with my story and how I found out, and found my birth parents. Then I went on and told the story or parents had told me about the adoption. After about 10 minutes I stopped and looked at him. He looked back and said after a few moments:
“Oh. My. God. I have a twin sister. From Canada, oh my gosh I’m in shock.”
He stood up unexpectedly and hugged me.
“I’m so sorry for earlier! This is amazing. Can I take you out for lunch and you can tell me everything about you?”
I just smiled and nodded. This was the reaction I had been hoping for.
After an awesome lunch with Liam, of getting to know each other and having some great conversations, he stood up and said
“Let’s go back to my place, I want you to meet my friends!”
“Sure! sounds good!” I replied.
We got back, and entered the apartment. Louis, the boy who had answered the door earlier was sitting on the couch flipping through channels.
“Hey Lou, where are the rest of the boys?” asked Liam.
“Oh they’re out doing something,” he said not taking his eyes off the screen.
Liam looked down at me.
“Oh well. You can meet Louis at least. But would you object to maybe having dinner with us tonight? If you aren’t too tired of me yet. But you could go back to your flat and rest up and get cleaned up now, if you want?”
“I’m not tired of you! But a nap and a shower does sound nice. Here I’ll get your number and you can text me the details.”
We exchanged numbers. I was about to say goodbye and leave when Liam called me back.
“Quick before you go! Meet Louis!” The other boy finally looked up.
He looked surprised “Hello!”
“Louis this is Rosemarie, my twin sister.” Liam introduced.
Louis jaw almost hit the floor.
“You’re kidding me right?”
“Nope,” said Liam, “I have a legitimate long lost sister.”
“That’s crazy! So nice to meet you” he said.
“Great to meet you too!” I replied “I’m going to head out now, but I’ll see you both at dinner kay?”
“Bye!” they both responded.
As I left I heard Louis say to Liam “This is insane! You have a twin! And she’s fit as well!”
This put a smile on my face for the whole elevator ride down. As I was getting off I bumped into someone. It was the same boy, Harry, from earlier.
“We have to stop doing that!” He said grinning.
I just smiled rolled my eyes and walked away.
When I got to my flat it was almost three. I put a pair of sweats on and fell asleep. When I woke up I looked at the clock. It was already five! I checked my phone; there was a text from Liam saying that a taxi would pick me up at six and to wear something nice.
Crap. I jumped in the shower quickly. I got out, towel dried my hair and then ran to my unpacked suitcase. Something nice? Crap.
By 5:55 I had found a strapless navy blue dress that went to mid-thigh. My makeup was done and my hair went into messy waves. At six I jumped in the taxi and headed to the restaurant.
Once I got there, I was directed to a booth in the corner. As I approached the table I heard someone whisper “pst. Look. Babe alert”
“Dude! That’s the girl who’s meeting us for dinner!” I heard Liam say.
They all shut up when they saw me get close.
“Hi” I said when I got there.
“Hey!” said Liam, “Come sit next to me!” I squished in beside him and a gorgeous blonde boy.
“Wait, Rosemarie?” I looked up. Of course he was Liam’s friend.
“How do you two-?” Liam gave me a questioning look but I just shook my head.
“Never mind.” I said.
“So guys, this is Rosemarie!”
“Hi Rosemarie!” they chorused.
“So how do you know each other?” asked a boy with black spiky hair, indicating to me and Liam.
“Wait you haven’t told them?”
“No, I was waiting until you got here.” He responded.
“Wait, told us what?” asked the blonde guy on my left, who sounded Irish.
“Well I have recently found out that I had a twin that I was separated from at a young age…And this is her!”
The boys gasped.
“But you aren’t even British!”
“That’s so cool”
“Yeah, we only just met today! It came as a surprise to me too! And I am definitely not British.” I laughed. “So I haven’t got all your names…”
“Harry,” He said with a wink, “but you already knew that.
“Zayn” said the guy with the black hair.
“Niall” said the blonde Irish boy.
“Ok, I will try my best to remember that.” I said
“So, what’s your story?” asked Niall.
For the third time in the past 2 days I launched into my life story. Just as I was finishing, our food came, and conversation died down. I had finished my food way before everyone else. They all looked impressed, especially Niall.
“That’s the first person I’ve ever met that could eat faster than Niall!” said Zayn.
“Haha! Growing up with three brothers makes you eat fast or else there is nothing left. It’s survival instincts!”
“Wait so you already have 3 brothers?” said Harry.
“Yep!” I said, “Liam is just another to add to the pile!”
They laughed. The conversation went on and soon turned to music.
“So what music do you listen to?” asked Louis.
“Well everything really, but a lot of alt rock and pop rock, and some indie too!”
“Ever heard of One Direction?” asked Liam.
Everyone looked up expectantly.
“Haha no. Why?”
“Oh. They’re just a boyband that’s quite popular here” said Harry.
“Nope never heard of them. And I don’t listen to boybands. They don’t really have much talent do they?”
“Well this one is really good!” he said.
“Well maybe I’ll check them out!”
They all laughed, I was confused.
“Do you sing?” asked Liam.
“HAHAHAHAHA! No. No way in hell! I sound like a dying squirrel when I sing.”
They looked confused.
“That’s weird, Liam is an awesome singer!”
“Then there must be a mistake in our genes, because I am so awful it’s not even funny! But you should sing for me sometime!”
“Maybe I will!” he said
“Ok! That’d be cool!”
After a great dinner with the boys, I finally said goodbye.
“Before you go promise me you’ll look up One Direction when you get back to your flat.” said Niall.
“Sure, whatever, if you insist.”
What was with them and their obsession for this band?
I told Liam I’d text him and then took a taxi back to my flat for the night.
I got back to my flat, kicked off my heels; put on a pair of PJ’s flopped on the bed and started flicking through channels. I found nothing interesting, so I went to my laptop. I checked Facebook, there wasn’t really anything there either, so I poked all my friends and logged off. I then went and sent some emails to my family and friends updating them. I had nothing left to do and there was no way I could sleep with all of the day’s excitement. That’s when I remembered the conversation with Liam and his friends about boybands. I went to YouTube… what were they called… Stop signs? Maps? Give directions? One Direction! That was it! I searched it, and I clicked on One Direction-What makes you beautiful.
The Intro music started, and then a familiar face popped up. Was that Liam? And wait, Niall, Zayn, Louis and Harry? WHAT THE HELL? THEY DIDN’T TELL ME THEY WERE IN A FRICKEN BOYBAND!
I watched the video, then I watched it again, and again. It was surprisingly good. I scrolled down and looked at some of the comments
‘OMG! They’re so hot!’
‘Harry the way you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed!’
‘Marry me Liam!’
‘Zayn, will you-’ I shuddered, that was not something I needed to picture about my twins friend.
I looked at the views. My jaw hit the floor. Almost 18 million. My long lost twin brother was in a boyband, and they were apparently quite popular.
I picked up the phone and dialled. As soon as I heard someone pick up I started.
“LIAM PAYNE! I SPEND THE WHOLE DAY WITH YOU, TELL YOU EVERYTHING ABOUT ME, EVEN MY DEEPEST INNERMOST SECRETS AND YOU FORGET TO TELL ME YOU’RE IN A FAMOUS BOYBAND WITH FANGIRLS WHO WANNA DO STRANGE AND INNAPROPRIOATE STUFF WITH YOU? THAT IS THE MOST BASIC FACT! THAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN THE FIRST THING! THEN NOT ONLY DO YOU NOT MENTION THIS, NO YOU BRING ME TO DINNER WITH YOUR ‘FRIENDS’ WHO ARE ACTUALLY YOUR BANDMATES! AND THEN WE HAVE A DISCUSSION ABOUT YOUR BAND! AND YOU STILL FAIL TO TELL ME YOU’RE IN IT! I MEAN COME ON! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?”
“DON’T YOU…” wait, that wasn’t Liam, the voice had an Irish accent. “Wait is that you Niall?”
“Yep!” he laughed.
“UGG! COULD YOU PLEASE PUT LIAM ON THE PHONE?
“No worries, you were on speaker phone, he heard everything. So did the rest of the boys. You are quite entertaining when you’re mad.” He laughed again.
“ARE YOU KIDDING ME? You guys suck. You all suck. You know that right?”
They just laughed. I hung up.
After ignoring them trying to call me back 3 times, and texts from Liam like:
“Forgive me? You know you love me.”
And 4 new numbers:
“You secretly love that we’re in a boyband ;) – Harry”
“Call us back! – Zayn”
“ Don’t ignore us! Don’t hate me! We need to have an eating contest! – Niall”
“ Do you like carrots? - Louis”
Wait carrots? What did that have to-? I just ignored him.
I finally shut my phone off and went to sleep. With “You don’t kno-o-ow! You don’t know you’re beautifu-u-ul!” ringing in my ears.
The next morning there was a knock at my door that woke me up. I rolled out of bed and looked at the time. Who would be waking me at 8:30? I walked sleepily to the door and opened it mid yawn. I froze.
“How did you get my address?”
“Our mother is very helpful!”
I started to close the door but 5 hands shot out to stop it, causing a large push and me to fall on my ass.
Harry, Zayn, Louis Niall all walked over me, Liam bringing up the rear helped me up and continued on to the kitchen.
“Nice hair by the way!” Louis shouted over his shoulder.
I looked in the mirror in the hallway. I looked like a train wreck and as much as I tried my hair could not be tamed.
“We brought breakfast!” shouted Niall from the kitchen.
I sighed and rolled my eyes.
“Yes boys of course you can come in” I muttered to myself, and then padded into the kitchen. They would be the death of me, I swear to god.
“Nice PJs!” said Harry, eyeing me up and down. Liam shoved him, Harry shoved back.
I looked at what I was wearing, PJ shorts, an oversized T-shirt with holes in it and a bright pink sports bra. I just raised an eyebrow at Harry.
“Well I’m very sorry, I did not have time to make myself presentable in the 5 seconds after I woke up, before I answered the door.”
“oooohhhh!” the other boys cheered.
I glared at them too. Then said: “You better start sucking up boys, I haven’t forgiven you yet. Now where’s the food?”
After a very delicious breakfast I stood up.
“Well that was lovely boys, but I have to get cleaned up, and then I’m going sightseeing. So you all better scram!”
“Or we could just hang around, you have a TV right?” Liam questioned.
“Yeah in my room…”
“We’ll keep ourselves distracted for a bit while you shower. Then we’ll give you the grand tour. With maybe a few stops we need to make along the way.”
“Well if that’s cool with you, then sounds good to me!”
“HURRAY!” shouted Louis.
I laughed. “Ok, I’m going to shower now.”
I went to the bathroom which was conjoined with my bedroom. I got in the shower, it was heaven. Very relaxing. I soon found myself in shower mode and started drifting into space. Unknowingly I started singing my favourite shower song, 18 till I die by Bryan Adams. I was still humming it as I got out of the shower. I wrapped a towel around me and looked up.
“ AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” I jumped. “HARRY STYLES YOU GAVE ME A HEART ATTACK!”
“Sorry, just heard you singing some Bryan Adams, I couldn’t resist. And your singing is pretty bad by the way.”
“You little shit. Wait you didn’t see me get out of the shower did you?”
I got up in his face, and stood on my tippy toes, even though I was still way shorter than him.
“Good. If I ever find out you did, this is what’s gonna happen: I will find you in the middle of the night, I know where you live, and I will cut your balls off one at a time. Then I will sell the first one on eBay to your fangirls. Then I will make you watch as I feed the other to my pet tiger which I will have bought with all the eBay money.”
He gulped. “ uh..uh…ok…”
I brushed past him. All the other boys were looking at me wide mouthed from my bed.
“HI BOYS! I’m just grabbing my clothes and make-up. But then I should be good to go!” I skipped back into the bathroom and slammed the door laughing hysterically at their faces.
I got dressed and ready, by the time I got out the boys were back to normal, well as normal as they could get.
“Rosie! What’s your twitter?” said Liam, “I’ll follow you!”
“We all will!” said Niall.
“Umm, I don’t have a twitter.”
“You don’t have a- I know you come from Canada but they must have some sort of internet access in the freezing white north. Unless you have no electricity in your igloo?” said Harry.
“Haha very funny. We actually do have summer months you know. And I just don’t get why everyone needs to know what I do every second of the day.”
“We are making you an account.” said Liam firmly.
“No! I wanna go…” I whined.
“No. Now pick a user name.” said Liam typing into my laptop, “Or else we’ll pick for you.”
“Fine. How about @rosemariehatesonedirectionwithaburningpassion.”
“No, that’s too long” said Zayn.
“That’s what she said.” I retorted.
“You are now @Rosieloves1D” said Liam.
“You suck guys.” I moaned, as they all started howling.
Liam set things up for me on my BlackBerry and taught me how to tweet. Then he made me follow all the boys and their band twitter. They all followed me back. I then proceeded to tweet : You guys suck @onedirection.
I got a tweet from Harry instantly saying: But you looooveee us!
I looked down. I had already gained followers. I looked at them shocked.
“Just cause you tweeted me I now have followers?”
So I replied: I’m gonna get you Styles!
He just laughed. “You wish!” he told me.
After a few more tweets from the boys such as Niall: go follow @Rosieloves1D she is lovely! I had girls asking me who I was and others telling me to back of their man.
“Should I reply?” I asked Liam, referring to ‘the who are you?’ questions.
“Nahh. That’s the first stop.”
“What do you mean?” I asked
“I mean we are going to a radio station right now to tell everyone.”
I was about to complain that I wanted to go sightseeing when I stopped myself. Who knows? It may be fun! What the hell, let’s do it! First time inside a radio station for me and all.
“Fine! But then I want the tour you promised!”
He smiled “You are awesome! And I promise!”
“I know I am. Love you to bro!”
“I know you do.”
I rolled my eyes. We headed out and got in a big van.
As we drove away I tweeted:
“Listen in to radio 1 at 10:30! You’ll get the deets then!”
We got to the radio station but had to park out back because of the mobs of screaming girls on front. They promised me that they would visit the fans after. We went in and met the interviewer.
“Wait- do I actually have to talk?” I asked, getting pale at the thought.
“Yes , when it comes time just introduce yourself, don’t worry everyone will love you!” Liam reassured.
“Just don’t act like the total moron you usually are!” said Harry.
I glared at him, then gulped. “ Um… ok… I can do that… I think…”
They all laughed.
“It’s no big deal, we do it all the time! We got your back!” said Niall, smiling reassuringly.
“Ok we are almost on air.” Said the interviewer.
We all waited silently.
“ And we’re back in the studio! And look who we have here… It’s One Direction!”
They all clapped and cheered.
They talked for ages about fans, fame, celebs and romance. I was zoned out for most of it, panicking about what I would say. Finally the interviewer said “And I see you have a special guest with you today!”
I looked up. Liam smiled at me. I grinned back.
“Yeah actually! Me and the boys wanted to introduce everyone to someone really special, who’ll be hanging with us for a while.”
“And who is she?”
“Well I found out recently that I have a long lost twin, and this is her!”
He looked at me. “Wow! That’s pretty big news! So would you like to tell us a bit about yourself?”
“Um sure! Hi I’m Rosemarie. I’m 18, but I guess you knew that because it’s the same as Liam. I’m from Canada.”
“So what was it like finding out your twin was the Liam Payne from One Direction?”
“Actually, that’s a funny story!” I said, “I had never heard of One Direction until yesterday”
“Haha yep! And Liam actually mistook me for a crazy fan at first.”
“In my defense, when you have some stranger come up to you and say: HI! I’m your long lost twin! It’s pretty suspicious.”
“Well that is hilarious! Really nice talking to you boys, and lovely meeting you Rosemarie! I’m sure we’ll be seeing you much more in the near future!”
He turned off our mics.
“Well that was great, thanks so much!” he shook our hands.
We went out front and the loudest cheer went up. My ears nearly went deaf from it all. Girls mobbed the boys. But surprisingly me too! They were all really nice, and seemed to be really jealous that I got to hang around them “You mean these crazies? I’ll trade you if you want!” I told them. But secretly I knew I wouldn’t. The boys had grown on me too much.
After an hour of that, we got in the van and left. I just sat back trying to absorb it all. I texted mom : I was just on British radio! NBD or anything!
For the next few hours I got a tour around London. It was glorious, and so much fun, Around 5 o’clock we ended up back at their apartment.
I was sitting down watching T.V with Niall while Liam, Harry and Louis promised to make me an amazing dinner. I got up to get some water. I turned around an there was Harry standing with a giant knife.
“ AHHHH!” I screamed
He just laughed.
“What is with you and trying to scare the shit out of me? Stop doing that! And would you put the fucking knife down! I hate knives. I have a phobia.”
“That’s funny!” Liam called over his shoulder “ I’m scared of spoons!”
“ How are you scared of spoons? They’re harmless. Knives on the other hand are pointy and dangerous.”
“You scared?” said Harry waving the massive knife towards me.
“Styles you better stop that right now!” I said freaking out.
He kept waving it towards me. I jumped back, but then slipped on someone’s shirt that had been left on the ground. I fell back, head first. I was instantly engulfed in darkness
I heard a commotion. I could see the outline of people around me. Someone was yelling. My head was pounding. I felt nauseous. I opened my eyes. I tried to sit up but the world was spinning and I fell to the floor.
“Oh thank god! You were out for a good 30 seconds there. You had me worried.” said Liam.
“More like heart failure, and almost went into psycho murderer mode.” muttered Harry under his breath.
I was just really confused. My thoughts were in a jumble and everything was still hazy and rotating.
“I- I can’t- Everything is spinning. And my head hurts like a fucker.” I said.
Liam looked worried.
“We should get you to a doctor then” he suggested.
“Or we could call one to make a trip here to avoid a media field day.” Said Zayn, sensible as ever.
“That’s a good idea…” said Niall, looking down on me with worry as Liam headed to the phone.
“Could someone help me up?” I asked.
Niall put out his hand and pulled me off my butt. I tried to walk myself to the couch, but I was so unbalanced I almost fell again.
“Oh Jesus! Whoa! Let me help.” Said Niall, trying to steady me.
Suddenly without warning he just picked me up. Too tired to fight it, I just rested my head on his chest. It was actually really comfy. Too soon he put me down. I laid down on the couch and started to drift off when Harry spoke up.
“I know you may be mad at me, but I’m just saying that it’s probably not the best idea to let Rose fall asleep.” He looked at Liam and pointed at me.
“You’re right” said Louis, before anyone else could say anything.
He walked over to the couch and peered down at me.
“Rosie you can’t fall asleep just yet!”
I groaned. “ Nooo..”
“Just until the doctor comes.” said Liam
I moaned again.
“That was a smart idea Hazza!” said Louis grinning at Harry.
“Thanks Boo Bear.” Harry replied with a weak smile.
I couldn’t contain myself.
“Boo bear!?” I burst out laughing, but my head hurt and I stopped quickly.
Everyone looked at me like I was crazy. I just kept giggling. I looked at Louis.
“That is the only thing I will ever call you from now on.”
“No. If you do-” A knock at the door cut Louis off.
Liam opened it, and a young doctor around 30 walked in.
“So who’s my patient?” he asked.
Everyone pointed at me. After inspection and a few test he conclude that I had a grade 3 concussion. Which was not the worst type, but not the best either. He gave me some meds and told the guys that I would have to be woken up every 2 hours that night, just to make sure I was ok.
“Thanks doc!” I told him before he left.
“Anytime love! Call me if things get worse or if you need anything.”
He shut the door.
“Ok Liam, can you drive me home or call me a taxi?”
“Didn’t you hear what the doctor said?”
“Yeah! It’s fine though! I wanna have a full night’s sleep. Plus I play hockey, I’ve had a concussion before, it’s nothing to worry about. I wouldn’t want to intrude.” I said trying to brush it off.
“No. I am not letting my baby sister go home with a concussion.”
“Baby sister by 8 minutes and whatever seconds. I’ll be fine. I can take care of myself. I don’t want to be a hassle.”
“No. You are staying here. That’s final.” He turned to the rest of them, “Boys this is how it’ll work. It is now 7:30. We’ll wake her at 2 hour intervals. Harry and Lou, since you’re in a different flat you get the first two shifts. You can just hang here until then. Harry can take 9:30 and Louis 11:30.”
“should be fun Boo bear!” I said giggling. He shot me a dirty look.
“They don’t get the worst” Liam continued. “Those of us in this flat will get the more unfortunate times. Zayn take 1:30, Nialler can do 3:30 and I’ll do 5:30. Then in the morning whoever is up first can check on her ok?”
“See Li Li! I’m just a pain in the ass, we don’t need to do this!”
“Don’t ever call me Li Li ever again. And no they are doing this as a favour to me. Now take your medicine and sleep.”
“Fine bossypants!” I stuck out my tongue.
Zayn handed me a glass of water.
“Thank you” I smiled at him. I took the pills and took a huge gulp of water. I lied down on the couch. I still hadn’t fallen asleep.
“Guys!” they looked at me, “ I can’t sleep…can you sing me a song?”
They looked at each other. There was a long silence.
“Fine” said Liam, “What do you want us to sing?”
“I dunno, whatever, something slowish, and pretty.”
Niall whispered in Liam’s ear. They all had a hushed discussion. Finally Liam started.
“ There was a time…”
They sang me Something About the Way You Look Tonight by Elton John. It was beautiful, and perfect. I fell asleep to their melodious voices ringing in my ears.
I had a dreamless sleep. Then I was awake, someone was shaking me. I blinked and looked up.
His face was hovering over me, his mouth turned up in a smile.
“Morning beautiful, well evening actually. It’s 9:30…pm.”
“Well why did you wake me?” I groaned.
“I had to, this is my shift remember?” He brushed a curl out of his eyes.
“Oh…right, well thanks I guess.” I said rolling over.
“No problem and Rose?”
“I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you that bad, and I didn’t want you to hurt yourself.”
“Can we still be friends?”
“Yes Harry! We are friends. Now can I sleep?”
“Yes.” He laughed, “Oh and Rosie?”
“I’m glad you’re here. And so is Liam. He really cares about you, you know that?”
I smiled, “Thanks Harry.”
“See you in the morning love.”
I feel asleep. But this time I had weird dreams about boybands and cutlery.
I was awoken again, this time my head pounding and a voice in my ear whispering
“No! Jimmy protested!”
“Stop it loui- I mean Boo Bear.” I said, “My head hurts, what time is it?”
“It’s 11:30, and I will give you some more medication.”
“Thanks,” I looked around, “Where is everyone?”
“Well Harry went back to the flat after his turn, Niall and Zayn went to bed 20 minutes ago, and Liam left around 8:30 to go visit his girlfriend, he might not get back for a while, and I’m here!” He said handing me a pill and some water.
“Thanks Boo!” I said.
“Anything for you m’dear!”
“You can go back to your flat now if you want.” I said, smiling up at him.
“Well… If you insist I wouldn’t mind calling my girl before bed.”
“I don’t mind at all! And who’s this girl?” I asked.
“Oh just my girlfriend Hannah.” He said. I could tell by the twinkle in his eye that he was smitten.
“Well I’ll have to meet her! And Liam’s girlfriend too…”
“I’m sure she would love to meet you! I think you guys would all get along great!”
“ Ok we’ll set that up! Night Boo Bear!”
“Night Rosie!” he said, and I heard the door close with a click.
I fell asleep instantaneously. But before long I had someone else shaking me awake.
“Rosemarie, you need to wake up…”
Zayn was looking down on me. He looked exhausted.
“Ok, glad you’re alive. Do you need anything? I wanna go back to sleep, I’m exhausted.”
“Nope! I’m ok.”
“Well then, night Rose.” he turned away.
I Hesitated. “Actually, there is one thing that’s been bothering me.” I decided Zayn seemed honest, and wouldn’t mock me.
“Um … am I a big bother? I just feel like I’m such a hassle, and I was thinking maybe you don’t want me around. I shouldn’t keep bothering you guys.” I said in a rush.
He turned to face me and looked me directly in the eyes.
“Rosie, we don’t mind at all. We really like you, you’re nice and very funny. And you are Liam’s sister. We would do anything for him, so we will do anything for you. We don’t mind at all, anything to help out a friend. Especially one who’s accident was caused by us. And by us I mean Harry.”
I laughed, but quickly wiped my eyes, which had started to water.
“Thanks Zayn. I needed that.”
“No prob. Night Rosie.”
I shook my head as he left. This medicine was making me emotional or something. As I drifted off I smiled to myself. They really actually liked me.
I was shook awake again, much more rough than last time. And my head was pounding way worse than ever. And I was freezing. And the couch was getting uncomfortable.
“Oh god!” I said.
Niall was peering down on me, his hair was sticking in every direction.
“Yes Niall. Well actually my head is killing me and it’s really cold in here.”
“Oh shit sorry! Um…give me a sec…” he ran to the kitchen and a few seconds later came back with water and my medicine.
I thanked him and swallowed the pill and water. But I was still so cold. My teeth started chattering. He looked down on me.
“The extra blankets are all under Liam’s bed, and I don’t really want to wake him.”
He took my hand to try and warm in up.
“Jesus! You are freezing!”
“Yeah, I know. Don’t worry about it.”
He studied me carefully.
“Well there is one thing you could do.” He said clearing his throat. Even in the darkness I could tell he was blushing.
“What is it?”
“Well if you wanted, I could move you to my bed. It would be warmer. But I don’t wanna sound creepy or perverted seeing as we just met.”
“Oh. Well I don’t really mind. But do you? I mean, I don’t want to intrude.”
And suddenly I was in his arms, like before. Except this time he was only wearing P.J bottoms. And I can’t say I minded his shirtlessness at all. He set me down gently on his bed and turned away.
“Wait where are you going?” I cried.
“I’m just going to write Liam a quick note saying you were cold, so I moved you into my bed. Wouldn’t want him worrying yunno?”
“Oh, well, aren’t you the smarty pants?”
He laughed “Be right back.”
My head was still throbbing. I leant back onto the pillow. I couldn’t help noticing it smelt really good. I sniffed it again. It smelt musky, a warm yummy guy scent like aftershave and-
Niall walked in, “Are you sniffing my pillow?”
I blushed. “It smelt good ok?”
He laughed. “I like you, you’re a bit strange, but I like you.”
He slipped into bed. I immediately felt warmer just from the close body contact.
“I like you too. Anyone who is willing to share for the sake of my warmth makes it on the people I like list.”
He smiled sleepily “G’Night Rosie”
I turned over the other way and got comfy.
I woke up again. I smelt bacon. I looked at the time, 9:30? Too early. I tuned over to try and fall back asleep, and saw another lump. Whose room was I in? And then a pounding in my head brought back the events of last night. I was In Niall’s bed. Niall was the lump next to me.
“SHIT!” I heard someone exclaim, “Rosie! I totally forgot to wake her!!!”
“Bro, I’m sure it’s fine.”
I realized at this point the first voice was Liam and the second Zayn.
“ Man! I am the worst brother ever.”
There was a long silence then,
“Apparently she was freezing and uncomfortable, so Niall offered to let her sleep with him. When he wakes up make sure I remember to kill him!”
“Or you could thank me” It was cute cause with his accent it sounded like ‘Tank’ not thank. He slowly got out of bed from beside me. I resisted moaning at the loss of my heat source.
Liam walked in
“Is she ok? Has she woken up yet? She’s not dead right?”
“I’m awake! Not that I want to be. You are very loud. And calm down, you sound like you’re gonna have heart failure.” I mumbled, “You are not helping stop the pain in my head.”
“She’s up.” Said Niall.
“No shit Sherlock.” I replied.
Liam sat down next to me.
“Morning babe, you need to get up and take some medicine. Are you ok?”
“Yeah I’m fine, now help me up!” He stuck out his hand, “No, piggy back me!”
He raised an eyebrow.
“How old are you? Four?”
“I just love piggy backs ok? I get my brothers at home to do it for me all the time.”
“Fine, climb on.”
I jumped on his back. He stood up and started walking. Niall laughed, his laugh was the most adorable thing ever. I couldn’t stop myself from giggling along with him. We stopped in the kitchen, and I slid off Liam’s back.
“Well aren’t you just little miss sunshine this morning,” commented Louis.
I sat on a barstool, and started to spin back and forth. I stopped when I started getting dizzy.
“Well would you rather miss cranky pants? And I’m only happy cause I’m hopped up on drugs! WOOHOO!”
They all stared at me. Niall broke the silence and giggled.
“Wow. You British are so serious. I was joking. See? The Irish one got it.”
“Rosie, I think they boys are just not used to a crazy person like you.” Niall commented.
“Yeah Rosie, I have seriously not met anyone like you before.” Harry added with almost a look of admiration in his eyes. Wait- what?
“WAIT! Hold up. Was that a complement from the Harry Styles himself?”
“No. No I just meant you are completely psycho.”
Why did I feel a bit disappointed by his reaction? I shrugged off the feeling.
“I’m not that CRAY-CRAY!”
“You should listen to yourself sometimes, It will give you a better perspective.” Said Zayn.
“Well look at you all poetic and shit. It’s too early for this. Give me my meds, I wanna watch morning cartoons.”
I watched them as they worked to make breakfast, and how they laughed and carried on. Maybe I did act more outgoing with them, or even a little crazy. I just wasn’t afraid to be myself around them, they were like family already. I watched Harry slap Niall’s hand away as he tried to grab some bacon out of the pan.
Ok maybe my feelings we’re slightly more than sisterly towards some…
I spent the next few days lying around the boy’s flats. I spent my time watching reruns and straight to TV movies. There may or may not have been a couple of times The Notebook was on, and I may or may not have spent that time bawling my eyes out.
But a week later I was bored, and driving the boys crazy. Although they had so much work they weren’t even home that often, I knew I had to go back to my own flat at some point. I had only been by earlier in the week with Liam to grab some clothes. I just needed to get some fresh air.
“Does someone wanna come find a park with me?”
“I gotta go see the girlfriend…sorry” said Liam.
“I’m doing the same” added Louis, smiling sympathetically.
“I’m gonna go hide at the library for a bit, but you can come if you’d like?” said Zayn.
“No. I wanna play outside.”
“You sound like a two year old,” said Harry, “But seeing as I have nothing better to do I’ll take you to the park.”
“I’ll come too!” Niall piped in.
“YAY!” I repeated, “I’m gonna walk to my apartment, but there’s a park right across the street. Meet there in 10?”
“Are you sure you’re ok to walk alone?” asked Liam, eyeing me warily.
“I can walk you if you’d like?” said Harry.
“Must I remind you boys that I am 18 and I can walk two blocks?”
“Be careful!” shouted Liam as I grabbed my bag of clothes and left.
“Bye!” I called over my shoulder.
As I walked I checked twitter. The people there kept me sane during my ‘sick’ week and were sympathetic when I was bedridden. Minus the occasional bitch tweeting me: BITCH! You better back of my man you hoebag cunt. I just ignored those ones.
Finally got off my ass and left the boy’s flat. They’re gonna miss me though.
Louis tweeted back
I just stuck my tongue out at my phone. I probably looked like a crazy person. I got up to my apartment and changed into sweats, tied my hair back, grabbed a football and headed to the park. There I found Niall and Harry kicking a soccer ball. Harry’s back was facing me. Niall noticed me and was about to say hi, when I signaled for him to be quiet. He shot me a questioning look. Harry was blabbing on about something. I ran and leaped on his back.
“AHHHHHH!” he screamed in a really high pitched voice.
I jumped off his back and he stumbled and fell. Niall burst out laughing.
“Payback’s a bitch styles.”
“Watch what you say, I will not hesitate to tell Liam anything you say to me.” I stuck out my tongue.
“Grrrr, You suck.”
“Ok let’s play. You guys wanna play soccer?”
They looked at me questioningly.
“Ohhh…” Niall said at last, “she doesn’t call it football she calls it soccer. Poor little Canadian.”
“Dammit. I knew that ok? I’m really bad at soc- I mean football, but I’m actually quite good at football- I mean like our version of football which is-“
“ Shhh… Calm down. Me and Harry will teach you our version of football and you can teach us yours. Deal?”
For the next half hour they tried to teach me the basic rules and concepts. And to say I wa bad would be a complement. Eventually they just gave up. But I was still super hyper.
“Her football is almost as bad as her singing.” mocked Harry.
“She can’t be that bad a singer.” said Niall.
I spontaneously broke out into a beautiful heartbreaking rendition of My Heart Will Go On by Celine Dion. Along with interpretive dance and everything. Unfortunately they couldn’t see great talent when it was right in front of them.
Niall was doubled over laughing.
“Stop…Just stop” Harry gasped, cutting of my grand finale. “Seriously how are you and Liam related?”
“You are an arsehole. I am amazing.”
“That was the worst version of that song ever.” Said Niall still laughing, “Although your dancing really made up for your lack singing talent.”
They started again.
“Alright that is enough. I’m gonna show you something that you will suck at too!”
I grabbed the football ad threw it at Harry. It hit him in the gut.
“You’re supposed to catch it, stupid!” I called.
For the next while it was my turn to try to teach them how to play. It took a while to explain that you threw not kicked the ball. By the end they could throw about an eighth as far as I could.
“Enough. Let’s go get something to eat.” I called.
“Oh thank god. I was going to die of starvation!” exclaimed Niall.
He smiled at me, his eyes sparkled. I smiled back.
“Hold on. Rosie needs to change first!” said Harry snapping me out of my trance.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because of this.”
Splat. A giant chunk of mud hit my t-shirt.
“STYLES! I’m gonna-“
“MUD FIGHT!” shouted Niall, before I could even full form a threat.
What happened next was they ganged up on me and covered me in mud. I stood up and then felt someone behind me and next thing you know I had a giant handful of mud down my back.
“Game over. I win this one Forester.” Harry breathed down my neck, both hands on my waist.
I shivered and shrugged out of his grasp.
“This isn’t over yet, Styles.”
I was forced to walk to my apartment looking like a piece of poo. Litterally.
I walked ahead of the guys, refusing to talk to them, but I overheard Niall whisper to Harry:
“Remember what Liam said, hands off Rosie.”
“You just wish it was you and not me.”
When I turned around they both turned pink and started talking about the weather. I just acted like I hadn’t heard anything. But what did it mean?
After I had changed, we headed out and grabbed some burgers. They walked me back to my apartment and said goodnight. Once I had settled in I decided to call mom, I had been e-mailing her and dad, but I just really wanted to talk to her. I guess I was a bit homesick.
I grabbed the phone and dialled. It rang for a bit then finally
“Rosie, Is that you?”
We talked for an hour about anything and everything. It was so nice to hear her voice again. Finally after a debate about whether or not I was interested in any of the boys (I assured her not at all) we said goodbye.
I crawled into bed. I was finally alone, in my own apartment for the first time in a while. It was eerie almost. I put my Ipod on shuffle and fell asleep, my music softly plaing in my ears.
The next weekend Liam had free so me and him decided to takeoff to Wolverhampton to spend some time just us, and with the fam of course.
It was an amazing weekend. Karen and Geoff were the sweetest people ever. I got some amazing home cooked meals, and we had bonding time. Geoff attempted to show me football, and made me watch it. Liam cheered for some team, and told me I had to do the same. So I did. But in reality, I had no clue what was going on.
But spending all that time with them made me a bit homesick. And then it hit me, my trip was more than halfway over. I only had about a week and a half left. I had gotten so accustomed to the boys and Liam it was a bit strange to think I would be leaving without them.
On Sunday Ruth, Nicole and I all went out shopping. It was nice having some girl time, seeing as I had spent most of the last little while with only boys. And growing up with three brothers meant most of my friends were boys, except for my best friend Sasha. Ruth and Nicole both had excellent taste In clothing, and we just really bonded. I got both their number and promised to stay in touch.
Sunday night we packed up our things to go and said our goodbyes. It was surprisingly quite emotional. Liam promised to visit on his next free weekend, but I probably wouldn’t see them for a long time. I hugged everyone goodbye. Karen told me that I was welcome back anytime.
“Really?” I asked.
“Well of course dear,” she replied. “You’re part of the family now.”
I teared up and thanked her again for her hospitality and how welcoming she was to me.
We go to the train a bit slow due to the large amounts of new clothes weighing my suitcase down.
Me and Liam boarded our train, he was hiding stealthily behind his hood and shades to ensure he was not recognized, like he had been on the way there (after hour of autographs I had to drag him away). But his disguise seemed to be working. We sat down, conversation flowed easily between us. It was a twin thing, I think, practically being able to finish each other’s sentences and even though we had only met recently I felt like I had known him my whole life. It was nice. After an hour on the train I brought up something that I had been wondering all weekend.
“Did you really make a hands off Rosie rule for the boys?”
He turned pink.
“What? Where did you hear that?”
“Nowhere. It isn’t important. Did you?”
He coughed awkwardly.
“Um. Yeah. I sorta did. It’s just, I know how they can get, and you’re super important to me and I would want you getting hurt.” He rushed.
“That is actually really sweet. But don’t worry about me, I’m a big girl. I can handle myself.”
“It’s not you I’m worried about.” He mumbled to himself.
“If you’re worried about Harry don’t be.”
“What?” he looked surprised, “How did you know?”
“Lili, I’m not stupid. I googled you guys, got the info. I have twitter, word gets around. And I’ve practically lived with you guys for 2 weeks. Don’t think I haven’t noticed he’s a total flirt, and that he gets around. But I’m a strong woman, and a bit of a feminist. I can resist the charms. Plus imagine the hate I’d get if I was dating one of the boys? Especially Harry. “
“Don’t call me Lili! And I guess you’re right. I may have overacted slightly. And the fans love you, they think you’re super nice. So if you were to date one of the boys, and I’m not saying you should, they would support and love you no matter what because I do too. BUT if there is no hands off rule, I’ll have you know that Zayn is mine. Therefore off limits.”
I was touched by the fact he admitted he loved me. But I rolled my eyes at the Zayn comment. They had all their bromances, I guess you would say, and the funny thing is, it wasn’t just a show for the fans. Liam and Zayn had some sort of spiritual connection. Niall and Liam were also very close. Harry and Louis were all over each other 24/7 and Louis liked to give Liam love bites every now and again. Come to think of it, everything was just one big love fest with them.
“Yes. Fine, I understand Zayn your boyfriend is off limits. But what about your girlfriend? Whom by the way I still have not met!!”
“I promise I’ll introduce you two soon! I’m just so busy, and so is she.”
“Fine, it better be soon.”
I went back to the boys’ flats that evening. I said hi to Ted the doorman on my way in. After getting off on the wrong foot, me and Ted soon developed some sort of friendship. When I had my concussion and was really bored, I would go visit him sometimes and he would tell me stories or show me how to be a doorman. I was quite good actually; I had a backup career option if I needed one.
When we got in me and Liam were tackled from all sides in a massive group hug.
“It’s only been two days boys!” said Liam.
“I know but we’ve missed you!” Everyone chorused.
“We skyped both nights!”
“Woah. Wait. You guys all skyped without me?’
They all looked slightly guilty.
“It was, yunno, important band stuff.” said Liam, looking sheepish.
“Let me guess? You talked about girls, and made inappropriate jokes.”
They all looked surprised.
“God! I know you all too well!” I laughed, walked over to the sofa and collapsed. I started flicking through channels.
Soon I was joined by Harry on my left and Niall on my right. Liam sat on the floor with his head resting against my knees. Zayn was next to Liam and had his head on Liam’s lap. Louis was resting next to harry and playing with his curls. It sounded cheesy, but I wish I had a camera to capture that moment in time, when everything was perfect and life was good, before things became complicated.
I had a really nice last week with the boys. I finally met Hannah and Danielle, Louis and Liam’s girlfriends. They were both so cool, chill and freaking hilarious. They took me to these ‘locals only’ places and gave me a really good tour of the ‘real’ London, not just the touristy stuff.
We goofed and laughed and suddenly my month was up. And I was really sad, like I didn’t even know what to do with myself. I was actually incredibly upset. My flight was at 12:00 but I had to be at the airport at 10:00. So at 8:00 there was a knock at my door I opened it expecting Liam, but to my surprise it was Harry.
I smiled “ Hey Hazza, what’s up??” The boy’s nickname for him had caught on.
“I offered to come over and walk you.”
“Well aren’t you just the gentleman. Is this a prank Styles?”
“No! I actually came to walk you!”
“I don’t believe it.”
“Well believe it missy! And hurry up! We can’t be late!”
I grabbed my stuff, took one last wistful look around my apartment and headed out the door. Harry grabbed some of my stuff and escorted me out. We had walked about a block when suddenly Harry jumped.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me into an alleyway.
“What is it??”
“some pap’s lurking, we better wait it out a minute.”
Wow someone is a bit paranoid, I thought. But I would wait; it wasn’t the first time I’d had to hide from paparazzi in the last month. I turned to face Harry and I was suddenly pressed up against the hard brick wall.
“Shhh…” he cut me off.
And without warning he pressed his lips to mine. I went rigid with shock for a minute then slowly loosened up. The kiss was deepened. He was warm, and tasted faintly of mint. My toes curled. He pressed himself closer towards me. Suddenly my brain started to function, and my hormones died down a bit. I pushed him away. He looked at me questioningly.
“Harry what in god’s name are you doing?”
“well I think I made it pretty obvious… I’ve been wanting to do that for weeks now, you can’t even imagine.”
My heart dropped. My thoughts and emotions were in a jumble. I loved Harry, he was really awesome, and a nice funny guy. But he was just so… Harry.
“Styles… I’m leaving in 2 hours. I’ll be gone for who knows how long. Now isn’t the time!!
I turned away somewhat resentfully and started wheeling my bag towards their building. Harry jogged to catch up to me. We walked in science.
When we got to the boys’ flat they all decided that they wanted to bring me to the airport. Before we left I gave a huge hug to Ted the doorman. I was going to miss him too, I was going to miss everyone.
At the airport I got my ticket and checked my bags. Before I went to security I stopped in a shop to grab some food and a magazine for the plane, I was browsing the chip selection when I felt someone approaching me from behind.
“Hey” a voice said.
I turned around.
“Hey Nialler! How’s it going?”
“Not too bad. Pretty sad you’re leaving. It’s gonna be kinda strange without you. Wish you could stay longer.” He smiled sadly.
“I have to go home. But I’m gonna really miss you boys.”
“Yeah. Before you go there’s something I need to say.”
“Go on then…”
He blushed. And almost as suddenly as before he lent down and pecked me on the lips. A light sweet kiss.
“Rosmarie I really lik-“
“Niall. I leave in 20 minutes. I can’t do this now, I’m sorry.”
Why was this happening to me? why now? I gave him a quick hug grabbed my things and paid. I stole a quick glance back. Niall looked heartbroken. shit. I was such a horrible person.
I left the shop.
There was the dramatic process of hugging everyone goodbye.
First Zayn, then Harry, then Louis, then Niall and finally Liam. The last one had to be the hardest. I choked back tears and made him promise to call and text and stay in touch. We hugged for a long time. Then I stepped through to security. I turned and waved goodbye, they all waved back smiling. I teared up again knowing I wouldn’t be seeing them all for a very long time
I boarded the plane, a bit of an emotional wreck.
A) because I knew I was going to miss them all terribly and
B) Because in the past two hours I had been kissed by two different boys who I both cared deeply for and I shot them both down like the heartless bitch I was. I had no clue what to do. I couldn’t sort my emotions out.
Before the plane took off I decided to forget about it. Leave all emotions and feelings for them where they belonged, in London. I sighed and leant my head against the window.
It had been 7 long months since I had seen the boys, everything went back to normal, other than the odd fan noticing me and asking for an autograph or picture. But they were starting to become more and more popular in North America so I was starting to get noticed more and more often.
I kept in touch, and they tried when they could. Recently they had been prepping for a tour, so I had been getting less and less calls. In fact I had barely spoken to them in a month. My year for university was almost up and a plan was formulating in my head for what to do once my term was up. I called one of the most reliable people I knew.
“Rosemarie, sweetie, how are you?”
We chatted and caught up for a while, finally I told her.
“I think I’m going to London for 3 months. I’m probably leaving in two weeks. But don’t tell the boys, I want to surprise them.”
“Wow honey, that’s awesome! But you realise that their tour starts in 3 weeks?”
“Oh. Crap. I totally forgot about that. What should I do?”
Karen thought for a minute, then gave me a phone number and told me to call it.
“Ok sweetheart, I have to go fold laundry now. But call them ok? And when you get here make sure to pop by for a visit! And drag Liam with you, I haven’t see that boy in ages and I’m his mother for god sakes!”
I smiled, “Will do Karen!”
The next thing I did was call the number. After talking for a while to a few different people my plans were set. Going on tour with those crazy boys? Hell yes.
2 weeks later I left once again for London. I had managed to not tell any of the boys about my trip yet, but came very close to slipping when I was texting Liam. I caught myself just in time. My mom and Dad were going hiking in Peru for a month and my brothers we’re on a roadtrip with all there guy friends. So I drove myself to the airport. I got some texts wishing me a safe flight (not from mom and dad, apparently there wasn’t very good reception in the mountains).
It was a longer flight than I remember, but I think that was because this time I had a bunch of people waiting for me. Not that they knew it yet, but they would soon enough. This time round rather than wasting my money getting my own flat, I opted to just surprise the boys. I assumed that I would be just staying with them anyways for most of the time, and it was only a week. After that we would be in hotels mostly.
After we landed, I grabbed my bags and navigated through heathrow. Much more of a pro the second time around. I hailed a taxi and headed over to the familiar building.
The first person I saw when I entered the familiar lobby was Ted.
“TED!” I yelled and flung my arms around his neck.
“Rosemarie?” he sounded shocked, “Is that you?” The old man stepped back and took a long look, then grinned. “Well this is the nicest surprise I’ve had in a while! How are you? You look so different then when last saw you. You grew your hair out! You look older, more mature!”
“Thanks Ted! You’re looking pretty good yourself for an old guy,” he blushed “ I’m doing great! I’ve came for a surprise visit, so you can’t say anything to the boys, are they home?”
“No they’re at work, they should be back in an hour. You can stay with me and catch up if you like?”
“Aw thank you, but I know where the spare key is hidden. I’ll just head up by myself. But thank you, we’ll talk tomorrow ok?”
“And don’t tell the boys ok?” I called over my shoulder.
“ My lips are sealed.” He called back.
I dragged my bags and lugged them through the lobby, and up the elevator to the seventh floor. I got to their door. Everything was so familiar, and all my memories of last visit came rushing back. I stood smiling at it all. Then I got the spare key from under the welcome mat outside the door (very original hiding place). I let myself in, not forgetting to put the key back and lock the door behind me. I lugged my bags to Liam’s room.
Then I stood around pacing for a bit. I had a lot of time to kill and I knew it would go even slower if I didn’t distract myself. I turned the TV on. My heart was racing I was so excited to see them. I put some soap opera on and tried to focus on that. It actually worked and before I knew it I had already watched 2 episodes and I was halfway through the third when I heard the key turn in the lock. I slouched down so they wouldn’t see me as they all trampled in, chatting tiredly.
“Niall,” said Harry “you left your damn soap opera channel on again. the TV must have been on for hours. Why do you watch those stupid shows anyways?”
I was so excited to see them all again, and I felt it was time to intervene. I sat up.
“Hey! Don’t be bashing the soap operas. They are surprisingly entertaining! Jillian just killed her long lost mothers ex’s boyfriend’s step mother who was her sister’s best friend’s husband’s child.
I stood up, turned around and smiled at the 5 shocked faces staring back at me.
There was a moment of shock and silence the Louis screamed really high pitched and ran over to me “ROSIIEEEEE!” He tackled me.
I was soon tackled by 3 other boys as well. It wasn’t as fun as it sounds, having 4 boys on top of you. Harry sat on my head, Louis across my stomach and Zayn on my legs and Niall on my feet. Liam slowly made his way over, he still looked shocked. They all started talking at once, asking me questions and yelling over top of each other. I would have to organize them like I would for a bunch of little kids.
“BOYS! GET OFF!” I shouted “I can’t breathe!” they all got off immediately. “ Ok we are going to do this one at a time nice and calmly. Let’s start at this end,” I pointed at Harry “and go to this end,” I pointed at Liam. “Ok Harry – you can go. One question, comment, or concern.”
“How the hell did you get here?”
“I took an airplane.”
“Next. Zayn. Go.”
“When did you get here?”
“About two hours ago- Louis?”
“Why are you here??”
“What do you think? That I came for the picturesque views? To visit you guys of course! Niall?”
“ How long are ya here for?”
“3 months! Liam?”
“ 3 months! We go on tour in a week!” said Liam.
I smiled “ Aha! That is the other surprise…”
I took a dramatic pause for special effect.
“You are looking at One Direction’s official photographer!”
“WHAT!?” they all started yelling and jumping and hugging me excitedly, I had never felt more loved in my life.
“BOYS!” I shouted, “ Calm down!”
“Explain now!” said Zayn.
“I called your management a few weeks ago looking to see if I could tag along for the tour. It just so happens that they were looking for someone to take pictures for magazines/future books/album covers/posters/merch/photo montages/ anything with your faces on it that they could make money off. AND it just so happens that-“
“You just finished your film and photography courses this semester.” said Liam cutting me off.
“Exactly!” I said smiling “Glad to see you pay attention in our phone convos.”
“Of course I do! Who do you take me for? Niall?” exclaimed Liam.
“What? I always listen to Rosie when we talk on the phone!” Niall stared off into space for a second. “You know what this calls for? Food.” He got up and headed towards the refrigerator.
I laughed “SO I hope you don’t mind but I’m going to be crashing here for a bit! And then you’re gonna have to deal with me for a while.”
“Fine by me!” said Liam with a smile.
“You know what this really calls for?” said Harry excitedly, speaking up for the first time.
“Asdhfhd?” said Niall from the fridge, with a mouthful of who knows what.
“What was that Nialler?” said Harry.
He swallowed with a big gulp “I said: Pizza?”
“No.” said Harry, “This calls for a night out!”
I smiled and nodded, but the other boys just rolled their eyes.
I looked at Louis quizzically.
“Harry turns 18 and suddenly all he wants to do is go out drinking.”
I laughed. “ Aw. Is ickle Hazza all grown up?”
“Yeah! I’m a big boy now!” said Harry in a baby voice.
“Well how about tomorrow we go out clubbing ok? But you guys will have to show me around. I know none of the clubs in London. And I would prefer somewhere nice with decent bathrooms and not too long of a line up.”
“Honey, have you forgotten who we are?” Zayn said in a diva voice.
Niall laughed obnoxiously.
Louis joined in “One Direction don’t wait in no line-ups sweetheart.”
I rolled my eyes. I was back with my boys, and balance was restored.
Louis and Harry soon left to go next door. Niall and Zayn also retreated to their rooms. They had been working late and hard and were all super tired. Liam stayed up to help me make my bed on what had become the all too familiar couch.
Liam smiled and shook his head.
“Nothing. I just can’t believe you came all this way to see me, and the boys of course. I can’t believe you’re coming on tour with us.”
“You better believe it buster! And you think I came here to see you? I came here cause I missed your couch so much!”
I flopped down. He stuck out his tongue. I snuggled under the covers.
“I missed you little sis.”
“Little by only 8 minutes! And I missed you too!”
He turned away.
I turned away and smiled to myself. This was going to be awesome.
The next day when I woke the boys were already gone. There was a note on the counter that read:
We have a long day ahead at the studio, go ahead and do whatever you like. You have free use of the fridge except the food labeled as Niall’s snack. He will be
mad furious if you eat that. Have a nice day! We’ll call a taxi to pick you up around 9:00 to go CLUBBING.
I checked the clock, it was already noon! The rest of the day I spent watching T.V, cleaning the flats and eating. I also went and caught up with Ted briefly. It was like my concussion days all over again.
Around 6 I made some mac and cheese. Although it wasn’t as good as the stuff I could make back at home, it was still pretty good.
At 8 I got my dress on, it was black and short and clingy, I felt uncomfortable but whatever, this was my time to shine. I put a pair of zebra striped pumps on. I made an attempt to do my makeup and hair, this was a failed attempt, but I tried.
The cab was perfectly punctual and at 9:15 I got to a club. There was a line up a mile long. I would be waiting for hours. I called Liam
“WHATT??” there was a lot of loud noises in the background.
“Liam! It’s Rosie! Are you inside already? How long did you guys wait for?”
“ROSIEE! YOU DON’T HAVE TO WAIT SILLY! YOUR NAME IS ON THE LIST!”
“My name is-” I got cut off suddenly by a loud beeping in my ear. He had hung up.
I walked awkwardly to the front of the line, my clutch in hand, I got some annoyed looks from people as I approached the bouncer. He was over 6 feet tall and massive wearing all black. To say I was scared would be
“Umm… Hi. I’m on the list I think. Rosie Forrester?”
“OH!” he smiled, “So your Liam’s sister?”
I smiled back hesitantly, “yeah…”
“Well get in there then!”
I went in. The music was playing some generic club remix. It was really crowed so I headed to the bar. course that’s where I found the boys, all tipsy except Niall, who explained that they rotated having one designated sober person to make sure everyone stayed in line.
I was ready to get drunk. I started taking shots. Soon everything became a blur. I didn’t really remember much, other than dancing a lot. And then I woke up.
When Rosie showed up the first thing I thought was: Holy shit she looks amazing. The second thing was: This night is going to be awesome.
Rosie started taking shot’s like there was no tomorrow, and encouraging us to join her. Soon everyone was more than wasted. Liam was in the corner all over Danielle and I knew that those two would be heading home soon. Zayn was chatting up some chick at the bar; those two would be heading to the washroom soon. Niall was chatting amiably to the bartender. Me and Lou had some sort of dance routine going on which involved a lot of pelvic thrusting and waving our hands wildly. Suddenly a drunken Rosie appeared out of thin air.
“OMG I WANNA DANCE TOO! WHY DIDN’T YOU INVITE ME??” she yelled.
“Well dance with us now!” yelled Louis
“what does it look like I’m doing?” she slurred and started waving her hand wildly. She started to stumble so I grabbed her and steadied her.
“Let’s go sit!” I told her.
“But I wanna dance!” she wined.
“You won’t be dancing in the state you are, you’re going to fall on your ass!”
“FINE, you poophead.” She huffed.
I stumbled to the bar and sat down at the bar and ordered a beer for me and water for her. Rosie sat on my lap.
“Whoa! Whatcha doing?”
“I dunno…” she started nuzzling her face in my neck.
“Harry you’re very pretty… and I like your face.” She whispered “ BUT shhh…. It’s a secret!”
I looked down at her, “you’re very pretty too.”
Next thing I knew, she was pressed against a wall. Her mouth tasted like alcohol, our kisses we’re rough and sloppy due to the large amounts of shots taken. She trailed kisses down my neck to my shoulder. I wrapped her legs around my waist, and then we were interrupted.
“eh-em” Niall stood there, looking unamused and impatient. “It’s time for us to go.”
The night was getting long. I had a few beers, but had nothing more than a slight buzz going. Liam had left with Danielle, Zayn was nowhere to be found and I’d assume it was due to the hot brunet he had been chatting up earlier in the night. Louis had just got a cab back. I need to find Harry and Rosie and get back, we could sleep in tomorrow but still had to be at work by 11:00 and it was now 1:00. I needed sleep.
I took a break searching and headed to the washroom. As I turned the corner, some guy had a girl pressed up against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist. They were all over each other. Gross. Upon further inspection it came to my attention that it was Harry and Rosie. Words cannot describe my anger towards Harry at that moment. How dare he take advantage of anyone let alone ROSIE when she’s that drunk.
I cleared my throat. “It’s time for us to go.”
Harry looked guilty, but at the same time had the glow of pride of someone who’s had an awesome snog session. I wanted to wipe that look off his face so bad. Rosie on the other hand was so out of it that she just lit up like a Christmas tree.
“NIALERRRRRR! I MIISEED YUOO? WHERE ARE YOU- HAVE YOU BEEN?” she ran and gave me a big hug. Normally I would have savoured the moment, but I was too bitter about the scene I had just witnessed.
“Rosie, darling, we have to leave now. We’ll go just out this back door where a cab is waiting for us.”
She nodded her head slowly, trying to comprehend.
“Do you two have everything?” I asked, trying to avoid looking at Harry.
“NO MY BAG PURSE IS ALL GONE! I THINK IT’S DISINTEGRATED!”
“No Rosie, I found it at the bar, I have it.”
“OH! THANK YOU!”
“Allrigh let’s go now.”
She slumped to the ground, as Harry walked mindlessly towards the exit.
“My legs are Jell-O! Can you carry me?” she looked at me with big green eyes. I couldn’t resist Rosie. I picked her up, bridal style. She tilted her head up at me.
“Why are you so nice? You’re the nicest ever! And you look so beautiful! And your eyes look like twinkly sapphires. Except prettier. I like pretty things, but I’m not shallow. Don’t worry.” She rambled on and on and then slowly dozed off.
We got in the back of the cab waiting out the back door. There were no paps thank god. We drove back, Rosie still sleeping like an angel with her head in my lap. I carried her up the elevator while still trying to encourage Harry, who walked at the pace of a snail, to keep going. We split up when we got to our floor, each going to our separate apartments. It was quiet when I opened the door; I dropped Rosie on the pullout couch. My arms were very relieved. I took off her shoes and tucked her in. Before I turned away I planted a soft kiss on her forehead. I turned away, but heard her say with soft whisper
“Love you Nialler.”
I looked back, she rolled over onto her other side, fast asleep.
“If only you knew how much I wished that was actually true.” I whispered to myself.
The ingredients for the best hangover you can get is:
- Wake up with a huge pounding in your head.
- Open your eyes and almost die like a vampire from the light
- Barely able to move
- Wanting to curl up and die
- Two trips to the bathroom to puke your guts up
- Vowing to never ever drink again
- Having no clue what the hell happened last night.
Unfortunately I didn’t get the best hangover. I got the worst. The only thing that changes in the recipe is:
- Remembering everything that happened last night in detail but having no way to change anything.
I woke up, feeling like shit obviously. But not even physically. Mentally I was so damn confused. I remember kissing Harry. I enjoyed it too. But why did I feel guilty? I couldn’t even make eye contact with anyone, I was so embarrassed. Why was it always me? As I got up to eat breakfast all eyes were on me. How could I make this less awkward? Avoid having to talk to Harry about ‘feelings’ and Liam about ‘responsibility and feelings’ and talking to Niall. I just couldn’t even start discussing it with him. And then on top of this I have the next 3 months to live with, I would prefer not seeing Niall’s hurt look and Harry’s scrutiny every time we made eye contact. I was not good with confrontation, I would much prefer avoiding my problems.
That’s when I had an idea. If I didn’t even remember anything, then there was nothing to talk about. My kiss with Harry was just the alcohol talking. Everything could be blamed on the booze.
So I joined everyone at the table, moving slowly to take a spot next to Liam.
“SO, how was your night Rosie?” said Louis with a smirk.
“I don’t really know, to be honest. It must have been good because I can’t really remember it.”
They exchanged looks.
“So you don’t remember…” said Zayn.
“Remember what?” I asked, trying to summon my acting skills to keep my face as blank as possible.
“Uh. Nothing,” Said Liam, “It doesn’t matter. And I’m on the same boat as you sweetheart. My head is killing me.”
“Did you just call me muffin?”
“Yeah. It’s used as a term of affection for when you feel bad for someone.”
They all looked at me like I was crazy.
“You’re such a weirdo.” Harry broke the silence, staring at me shaking his head.
Everyone burst out laughing. After that the tension was gone. Except for Nialler, he still seemed kinda out of it. He was laughing and smiling, it just never reached his eyes. I would have to talk to him at some point. Why was I so stupid? I had already caused drama and the tour hadn’t even started yet.
I was asked to go to the rehearsal the day before the first tour date. I was excited to be watching the boys rehearse, even though I would be mostly scouting out a good spot to set up, and when I would have to change locations, where they would be on stage and when, the best type of camera and lenses to use and when etc. … all the technical stuff. I was provided with a beautiful camera, which I knew would become my baby and I was really excited for the full dress rehearsal thingie. I had heard all the boys sing before, but mostly just around the house. I had heard their album countless times (one of my Christmas gifts from Liam) but I was pumped to actually see them perform it live.
I took a seat right in front of the stage center, the house lights dimmed and soon the room went completely black, suddenly the opening notes to an all too familiar song started. They rose from a platform under the stage and the lights shined right on them. They sang What Makes You Beautiful, and it was amazing. I scrambled around trying to find good angles to take pictures at, and at the same time trying to just listen to their gorgeous voices. They sang a few other songs, while I continually snapped pictures of their beautiful faces and body’s. Cause let it be known that they all looked fit as fuck. Except Liam, well not that Liam wasn’t good looking, it’s just the whole siblings thing kinda preventing me from having perverted thoughts about him. He was hot though, although I don’t know where he got it from cause was most definitely not. The boys were funny and goofy and would make faces for me, which made me laugh, resulting in quite a few blurry photos.
Then came a song where they were supposed to serenade girls.
“ROSIE GET UP HERE” shouted Louis.
I blushed a shook my head, no way was I getting up there. My protests did nothing, they dragged me up and forced me to stand there whilst they all danced around me, making what were meant to be seductive faces but were just making me laugh. Louis and Harry started doing some sort of pelvic thrusting thing and Niall and Zayn were doing some ballet moves. In this time Liam grabbed the camera from my hands and took a picture. I didn’t see it until much later but it was one of my favourites for sure.
I got off stage after the song ended and blew them a kiss. They had a couple more changes of clothing after that (my favourite had to be the suits, It was hard not to drool, to be honest) and there were more songs and then it was done. We piled into two cabs. The boys needed to rest up before their big first performance.
I somehow ended up alone in a cab with Harry.
“Soo…” I started
“So…” he mimicked me.
“You boys we’re amazing today Mr. Styles!”
“Yeah we were. I’m so ready for this. Super glad a certain Miss Forrester is tagging along.”
I smiled “ And why would that be?” I asked teasingly.
“Oh I dunno, well you’re sorta fun, and can be funny sometimes. And it’ll be nice to have some eye candy.”
My eyes bulged out of my head. I smacked him
“HARRY!” I yelled sternly. He just winked. I was secretly glad that we were back to our harmless flirting, rather than weird ‘we kissed’ tension, not that I was supposed to know that anyways.
I turned away and stared at the window, lost in thought. Suddenly I felt warm breath on my neck. I turned my head ever so slightly and there was harry, his lips were almost pressed to my ear, his curls fell down in front of his eyes. There was nothing more I wanted to do in that moment than run my hands through his hair. Before I could he whispered, his hot breath making me shiver.
“You make everything more exciting Rosie…” The way he said my name, let’s just say I would have jumped his bones in the back of the cab, if I was the type, which I wasn`t. But there was a face flickering in the back of my head. Niall’s sad blue eyes were just lingering in the back of my head. But I pushed the though away. Live in the present, carpe diem right?
I turned my head to face his. “I know…” and I brushed my lips ever so softly against his.
“Rosie?” he moaned barely a whisper.
I just nodded.
He crushed his lips against mine. I almost went dizzy with the force, feeling slightly drunk even without alcohol in my system. I enjoyed kissing him sober just as much as I had drunk. And as much as I didn’t want to admit it, I had a thing for Harry Styles.
Just as things started heating up, the cab driver cleared his throat.
“Eh-em, we’re here.”
Fuck. I blushed beet red with embarrassment. I really needed to calm my hormones. Harry on the other had just laughed jovially and thrust some bills at the driver, all the while never letting go of my hand as we left the cab. He didn’t let go, we walked all the way through the lobby, to the elevator. The minute the doors closed he had me pressed against the elevator wall. I put my hand on his chest to stop him.
“Wait. Harry. I can’t do this.”
“You keep saying that, but we keep ending up like this. You can’t deny we have something going on here Rosie.”
“We have something” I said motioning from him to me. “But I need some clarification on what it is. I’m not some bimbo looking to sneak around with you, Harry.”
“You don’t get it do you, you’re so stupid!” He nearly yelled.
“What?” I said, taken aback at his sudden outburst.
The doors to the elevator opened, and he lowered his voice.
“I fucking like you,” he said. “And not just, oh I wanna get in your pants like you, but I actually honest to god like you. Like schoolboy crush, I wanna buy you flowers and chocolates and take you out and hold your hand. And maybe get in your pants too, but that’s more of an afterthought. No seriously Rosie, I wanna do this.”
“C’mon. One shot? One date? Please Rosie?” He practically begged. “That’s what you want isn’t it?”
“Yes. Ok. Fine”
He looked surprised. “You- wait- yes?”
I rolled my eyes. “Yes Harry I will go on a date with you.”
He grinned at me so big that I couldn’t help smiling.
“You, me, lunch. Tomorrow?”
“See you then crazy.”
We went into our separate flats. When I got in it was silent. They must have all gone to bed. I put my pj’s on but still had no desire for sleep. My mind was racing with everything. First I wake up and lie because I don’t want to talk about my drunken kiss with Harry, then I go and kiss him again, and now I was going on a date with him. What? Where was the logic in that? As I sat at the counter pondering my stupidity I heard a noise. My head shot up, my eyes locked with a pair of bright blue ones.
“I think we need to talk.”
Louis somehow managed to stand on his head wile still bouncing the ping pong ball up and down. Let’s just say I was super impressed. A whole month and a half of touring had already gone by. I was having a great time. Well, the best time actually. It was amazing.
I was sitting on our bus (yes I was actually bunking with those 5 weirdos) laughing my ass off when someone slid in next to me, and put his arm around me.
“Hey babe.” He smiled.
I gave him a peck on the lips.
“I missed you!”
“You were gone like 3 seconds you fool.”
He grabbed my hand.
“That’s too long for me” He started planting slobbery kisses all over my face.
“Ew. Harry get off me!”
“Get a room.” Said Liam, walking into what was the ‘common area’. “And Lou what the hell are you doing?”
He finally broke concentration and fell over. I burst out laughing.
“I gotta say boobear, that was super impressive.”
“WHY THANK YOU!” he said, bowing.
There was a muffled noise from one of the bunks.
“Guys, please please shut up, it is almost 10, some of us need our beauty sleep.” Zayn moaned.
I rolled my eyes. Zayn was such a diva when it came to sleep.
“Where’s Nialler?” I asked Harry.
“He went to go get some pizza just around the corner.”
“I’m gonna go find him, kay?”
“Sure babes, just don’t be too long.” he said with a cheeky wink.
I laughed, and blew a kiss before turning toward the front of the bus. But not before I saw Louis making gagging gestures.
“Now that shes gone, you should spend some good quality time with your boyfriend.” He stage whispered to Harry. No matter what, they would always have their bromance.
“Allright lads, I’m going to make a quick call to Danielle then I’m going to bed.” said Liam with a sigh.
“Night Rosie!” he shouted before I left the bus.
“Night Lili!” I called back.
I stepped out into the warm summers air. So much had changed since the beginning of the tour. I was so much closer with all the boys, and all their fans. They took a liking to me, especially because I was constantly putting pictures of the boys up on twitter. I had gotten so many great shots from the tour, and had a reputation as a pretty good photographer.
Then there was me and Harry. I don’t even remember how it worked out exactly. We went on our first date, he took me on a picnic like the sap he is. And then I somehow agreed to a second date, then a third, and then we just never stopped. The boys figured out something was going on, but they all just accepted it. We had recently confirmed our status as a couple. There was a significant amount of hate, but I knew it would be coming and there was way less than expected, because most of the fans already had sort of gotten to know me. Everything was good. He made me laugh and was such a crazy soppy person. It just worked.
I got to the pizza place, and saw Niall sitting alone through the window. I smiled. Then there was my Nialler. He was just, I guess one of my best friends now. Thinking back on that night so long ago was weird. We stayed up talking for hours, we talked about feeling and relationships and just life. I told him about Harry, and to my surprise actually supported my decision to go out on a date with him. We ate our way through 3 tubs of ice cream that night alone. Now every once and a while we would do nights like these.
I went in and sat down at the chair next to him. He looked up and broke into a smile.
“What are you doing here?”
“Well I couldn’t let you eat a whole pizza alone! That would be a tragedy!”
“I ordered all-dressed!”
The waitress came and placed our pizza down. She took extra time in making sure that Niall had everything he needed. He was so oblivious to the effect he had on her, and just kept brushing her off. The poor girl.
“So how are you?” I said in between bites.
“Good, good! Excited, cause there’s two more shows and the we’re in Dublin!”
“Oh my gosh! I completely forgot, my little Irish leprechaun is going home to be reunitied with his pot of gold!”
He shook his head and laughed “That didn’t even make any sense Rosie!”
“So come meet my family after that show will ya?”
“Oh, and my best mate is coming down from uni for the show too!”
“Nialler that’s awesome!”
“I know! So how are you?”
“Tireed. I feel like we never get any breaks. Ever.”
“It’s cause we don’t!” he said and burst out laughing.
“Today was our first day off in god knows how long!”
“Oh! You and Harry were doin something today… how was that?”
I blushed. Discussing Harry with Niall was still a touchy subject. It was still kinda awkward for me.
“Umm… It was good.”
The conversation moved on and we finished dinner and started walking back towards the bus. I loved how well we could just talk about nothing for hours at time.
When we got back to the bus everything was quiet. I got changed, brushed my teeth and then slipped into bed.
“Nigh Niall” I whispered.
We were just the best of friends. It’s too bad that when a guy and a girl are ‘just friends’ at some point or another somebody’s mind changes, whether the feelings were always there or develop over time, they can’t stay ‘just friends’ forever.
That night I had really weird dreams about being back in high school. It was bad, nightmares about teachers and failed tests. Not fun. Suddenly someone was shaking me awake.
“Rosie, you have to get up now love.”
“Mom, seriously leave me alone! Go wake up Chris or Ryan instead. Please just let me sleep.”
“It would be oh so wrong if I was your mother.” A deep masculine voice growled in my ear.
I peeked from under my covers. Harry was smirking down at me. I blinked. Right, I was in a tour bus. I looked up at Harry. I was still in a sort of dazed after sleep mindset. All I could proces was that Harry looked very good, and his hair looked exceptionally curly and shiny. And I was hungry. Really hungry.
“Morning curly fry.” I mumbled.
“Curly fry?” he said skeptically and raised an eyebrow.
“Well, you’re yummy like food and fries are food an I’m hungry so I want food. That doesn’t make sense sorry. It just sort of popped into my head. Can I sleep now?”
“Well then if I’m curly fry, you have to be small fry. And no there’s some changes in the set or something so you have to get up and come to rehearsal. Duty calls babe.”
“Ew. Couple names. We’re too sweet. Just know I won’t be calling you honeypoopoocutiesweetiebearheart or anything like that anytime soon. Just curly fry. Cause it makes sense. It’ll catch on. I’ll make it a ‘thing’. And duty sucks. I want to sleep, I didn’t get very much last night.”
“Ok sure, whatever you say pookie bear sweetie munchkin pie. And poor rosie. Such a hard job. Taking photos of attractive men. Some people would kill to be in your place, just staring at me all day.”
“A little self centered there are we styles? For the record I’m actually just mesmerized by your failed dancing skills, and my job is hard!”
I tried to give him a shove but instead fell off my bed. Rather than try to catch me, Harry just let me fall on my ass whiled he watched and laughed.
“Wow. Thanks so much for saving me. Not.” I said from my position on the floor.
He stuck out a hand to help me up, but in a typical Harry fashion he just let me fall back down on my but again. That would bruise for sure.
“You suck. I hate you Harry.”
“You actually don’t. You loooove me. I am your boyfriend after all.” He said teasingly.
“Well you’re a mean one who lets their girlfriend fall on her ass.”
“Yep! That’s me!” He said with a huge grin.
“ok go away now, I have to change!”
He went to go watch some T.V while I threw on a T-shirt and jeans. I grabbed my phone and camera. I checked my texts:
1 new message from Nialler :)
Mornin gorgeous. Last night was fun :) lets do it again soon.
I smiled down at my phone.
“What’s up?” Harry questioned as he walked in. “You ready too go? Stop grinning at your phone, it’s sort of terrifying.”
I snapped my head up.
“Uh- Nothing. Yes I am ready! Are you escorting me?”
“Why of course madame.” He said with a little bow, as we left the bus. He linked is arm in mine, and we strolled over to the arena. He smiled down at me.
“Did you know you’re absolutely beautiful?”
I blushed “Well thanks there curly fry, you’re quite handsome yourself.” I stood on my toes and ruffled his hair.
“GAH. Don’t touch the curls!” he jumped back.
“Mwahahaha!” I rand away, trying to make it through the back entrance of the doorway. But he caught up easily due to length of legs. He grabbed me and swung me onto his shoulder like I was a rag doll.
“HARRY STYLES! PUT ME DOWN NOW!” I screeched.
He put me down gently, but when I tried to run he held my hands behind my back like handcuffs.
“You won’t get away that easy.” He whispered in my ear, “ I want repayment for you messing up my hair!”
“What did you have in mind Mr. Styles?”
“There you two are!” Louis came barging out the stage door. “We’re waiting on you Harrold! We must get this show on the road!:
I smiled at him. “We’re on our way Boo Bear. Right behind you.”
I grabbed Harry’s hand and dragged him along.
“Cockblock.” I heard Harry mutter under his breath, annoyed.
I giggled at him. He looked up and smiled, realizing I had heard.
“It’s true!” he insisted.
We laughed together.
“Will you too cut it out already? Must I remind you we have a job to do? Harry stop giggling and go get your hair fixed.”
He shot me a pointed look. I laughed silently.
“Rosie, stop flirting with MY boyfriend and go check your film or whatever you camera people do.”
“Will do Boo Bear! Have a good rehearsal!”
I kissed Harry on the cheek.
“Bye curly fry.”
“C’mon!” said Louis, pulling him away.
I left and got briefed on the minor changes and then went to the snack cart. As I approached I saw, to no one’s surprise, Nialler. He was hovering over th croissants. I smiled.
“Morning little Irish man!”
“Little!” He exclaimed “I have 6 inches on you easy!” He turned around an smiled.
“This is true.” I said with a shrug, “ So any recommendations Nialler?’
“Well the chicken salad sandwich is excellent, but for breakfast the muffins are amazing.”
“Ahh wise words from the expert.” I grabbed a muffin.
“You know it!” he said in a very gangster manner.
“You’re like a gangster leprechaun.” I said, thinking out loud.
He looked at me “Really Rosie? Where do you come up with these things in your crazy head?”
He glanced up at the clock on the wall.
“Oh shit! I have to be going now!” he said.
“Ok bye Nialler! Have a good rehearsal!”
I gave him a big hug, meanwhile inhaling his delicious Nialler scent. He laughed ay me and left. His laugh still always made me smile. It was the cutest thing.
“Earth to Rosie?” Kayla, one of the stage managers waved her hand in front of my face.
“It’s showtime gurl! Better get out there! You’re just staring off into space with a silly smile on you’re face! Quit dreaming about Harry and get to work!”
She gave me a quick shove before walking away.
Watching rehearsal was normally really fun. The boys would goof off and have a laugh, be their crazy selves. But today was just… not fun. It wasn’t them though, Niall was still grinning at me and Harry was winking. It was me that was the problem. I watched them perform tell me a lie, and I felt extremely guilty.
“Tell me everything, but don’t you say he’s what you’re missing baby, If he’s the reason that you’re leaving me tonight, spare me what you think and tell me a lie.”
Even after they had finished the song it just kept repeating over and over in my head. Finally I just snapped. I had to get out of there. I ran out halfway through the second last song. I just needed to get away and clear my head. I went to the bathroom and locked myself in a stall. I sat on the toilet and rested my head in my hands. What the fuck was wrong with me? I don’t know what happened in that moment but I started to cry, and not the quiet movie star cry, no like full on snot dripping out my nose gasping for breath type sobbing. I cried for a good 5 minutes until someone walked in.
“Rosie is that you?” Liam called, “Oh shit you’re crying! I knew something was wrong! I don’t walk into girls washrooms for just anyone you know!”
Through my tears I gave a little snort.
“Hey, how about you come out and tell me what’s wrong.”
“No! Don’t worry about it! I’m fine!” I sniffled.
“Yes Rosie, you have locked yourself in a bathroom stall to cry you are absolutely fine.”
I thought for a second and figure the only way to get myself out of this situation was to talk to him. Plus it was just Liam. I slowly unlocked the door and stepped out
“It’s really pink in here isn’t it?” he commented as he rushed forward to hug me.
“Now. What’s up?”
I was going to lie. I was going to make up some story. I wasn’t going to tell him, but then my eyes welled up again and everything just poured out.
“Well I don’t really know, it’s just I feel so bad and really guilty because I’m just going to tear you guys apart and this will tear you apart and you’re too good a band to be torn apart and everyone will hate me and I love you and I love Harry, like I mean he’s super great and I have a lot of fun when I’m with him, I do, but I just think- I mean I might-maybe- well I don’t kno-”
“You think you might have feelings for Niall too?” guessed Liam.
I stared shocked for a minute, then I nodded my head slowly, “How did you know?”
“Rosie, you’re my twin sister! I can read you pretty well. And there are a couple things I think I should say. Firstly, you are in no way tearing the band apart. I hate to break it to you, but not everything revolves around you. We have a pretty tight bond that even you can’t break, even though you are freakishly strong for such a small person. And no one hates you, that’s not possible. Secondly, I don’t really know what to tell you relationship wise, they’re both great lads and I love them both. But whoever you choose make sure to break it to them easy. If you choose to break up with Harry, let him down easy. And don’t just do it out of the blue. If you choose to stay with him, letting Niall down might be a bit easier cause you don’t have to break up with him. It’ll also be less complicated with the media and such. You just have to make it clear to him that all you want is to be friends, nothing more. But don’t think that’ll hurt him any less, because when Niall falls for a girl, he falls hard. The other thing you may want to consider though is Harry is still young, and doesn’t want anything too serious.”
“Well I’m young too! I’m not exactly looking to settle down.”
“I know, but Harry is a bit of a free spirit. You don’t want to settle now, but you would like to at some point. I’m not sure Harry will ever, commitment isn’t exactly his middle name. That he’s stuck with you this long is surprising, but it means he really does like you. Niall is different than Harry, when he’s in a relationship, which isn’t very often, it means he’s pretty serious about the girl.”
“Ugg… I don’t know Lili! This is all so much to consider! I just wish it were easier. I have no clue what to do!”
“Well there is a third option…”
“WHAT?” I cried.
“You could always become a nun.”
“Liam…” I said, groaning but suppressing laughter.
“Well it’s true. Now get cleaned up and let’s get out of here before someone catches me in here. I’ll lose all my manly street cred if I’m caught in the women’s washroom.”
The next night we were in Ireland. AND we were staying in a hotel after 3 nights on the bus. Two things I was super happy about. Niall was also pissing himself with excitement. I was actually really excited to meet his family.
But unfortunately we had a full day ahead with 5 different interviews at various TV and radio stations. So he wouldn’t be seeing them until after the performance tonight. I on the other hand would be sitting right next to them, and I was nervous. I wanted to make a good impression.
It was a stressful day. I was trying to get lots of shots in Ireland but we didn’t really have any nice places to pose other than the front of buildings. Also a certain someone was distracting me.
“Harry please stop nuzzling my neck, I want this shot of Lou and Zayn.”
He just wrapped his hands around my waist.
“Mhmm… That can wait, we have a ten minute break…Lets go somewhere quieter.”
He bit gently on my ear.
“Harry I’m actually trying to work here.”
“I don’t think you’re understanding I have a job to do too.”
“Fine.” He huffed and stormed away.
I looked at Louis and Zayn and then back to Harry’s retreating figure.
“Fuck. Guys we’ll do this later, I have to go talk to Hazza.”
I ran after him.
“Styles!” I shouted. He didn’t turn around. “Harry!” I shouted louder.
He turned around, “I thought you had to work?” he grumbled.
“I do. But something’s up. What’s wrong curly fry?” I glanced up at him.
He thought for a second.
“Nothing, everything is fine.”
“Well what was the whole tantrum thing you just pulled?”
“I just wanna spend time with you!” He shouted, seeming slightly distraught.
“Hazza,” I said my voice in a whisper, “ We can spend some time together after the show.”
He gave a slight smile “ Is that a promise?”
I sighed, “Yes.”
He broke out in a grin, “Okay.” He gave me a peck on the cheek.
I rolled my eyes and turned back away to try and find Louis and Zayn again.
That night at the show everyone was really excited, probably because Niall was practically radiating with joy. I was leaving backstage to go to my seat when Niall grabbed my hand.
He looked worried. Which was weird cause he had been beaming the whole day.
I looked up at him, he was still gripping my hand.
“Rosie, I’m scared.”
“What if I’m terrible? My whole family is out there! What if I mess up?” He said, looking frazzled.
“Nialler,” I stroked his face, “ Take a deep breath. Now, you’ll be absolutely fine. You are amazing and you know it. You will smash it tonight. And you won’t mess up I promise. But if you do you’ll just crack a joke and everyone will laugh. It doesn’t matter you’ll be fine.”
I tried to drop my hand from his face but he grabbed it again, brought it to his lips and placed a kiss on my palm.
“Thank you.” He whispered.
“Absolutely anytime.” I smiled looking into his blue eyes.
He pulled me in for a hug.
“You’re the best. You know that right?” he said into my hair.
“Haha sure. Whatever you say Nialler.”
I gave him one last smile and walked away. Inside I was all shook up. I had goose bumps on my arms. I took a deep breath. I couldn’t have him messing with me like that.
I walked to my seats and I was greeted by one of the nicest women I had ever met. Niall’s mother Maura was so sweet. As I sat down she said with a twinkle in her eyes, almost identical to Niall’s she said “You must be Rosie” Normally this is where someone would say, “You must be Rosie, Harry’s girlfriend, or Liam’s sister. But she said, “You must be Rosie, Niall’s best friend.”
I broke out into a huge grin.
“Yeah, that’s me. He’s mentioned me?”
“Only every single time I talk to him! The boy can’t say enough great things about you!”
“Oh, well, I’m so flattered. I’m sure he’s over exaggerating.”
“And he say’s you’re very modest too!”
“Well your son is quite talented too.”
“Oh yes, that’s what everyone tells me!”
“It’s a great show! I should know, I’ve been at every performance.”
“And you’re not tired of those crazy boys yet?”
An old woman spoke from behind me, with a mischievous smile.
“Hello dear, I’m Niall’s gran.”
“Oh, nice to meet you! I’m Rosie.”
“Are you his girlfriend?”
“No. I’m Harry’s girlfriend. Or Harry is my boyfriend I should say.”
“Oh. Well Niall is smitten with you. You better not break his heart.” She waggled a finger at me.
“Mom, leave the poor girl alone,” said Maura from behind me.
Just then the lights dimmed so I was saved from any more embarrassment. As the show went on, the debate in my head raged on.
Harry. Niall. Harry. Niall.
After the last song I turned to Niall’s family. Looks of pride shone on all their faces.
“Well I now have the great honour of escorting you backstage to a boy who is very excited to see you all!”
After schmoozing backstage for a while with Niall’s family it was time to head back to the hotel. When we got there, everyone said goodnight and headed to their respective rooms for the night. But rather than going to his room with Louis, harry stayed with me.
“Haz? Where you going buddy? Your room is the other way.”
“You promised, after the show remember?” he gave me puppy dog eyes.
“Oh right, well c’mon then.” I said, dragging him behind me.
I unlocked the door to my room and stepped inside. The door slammed loudly behind me. I turned around. Harry was standing right behind me. Before I knew it I was pressed against the wall, his lips crushed against mine. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he propped his hands under my bum. He picked me up and made our way over to the couch, our lips never parting. He laid me back, all his weight on top of me. Meanwhile he trailed light kisses down my neck. While all his focus was on me, my thoughts drifted off. I thought of Niall’s gran, “You better not break his heart”. I thought of Niall, and his amazing hugs, and him sniffing my hair. I was abruptly brought back to reality, and realized Harry was calling my name.
“I’m sorry! What?”
“You completely left me for a second there.”
“That’s like the 10th time this week. What’s up?”
“Oh nothing, it’s not important.”
“It’s Niall isn’t it?” he said, his voice cracking.
“What? What are you talking about Niall? I don’t understand what you would mean by that Harry!”
“Rosie, I may be a bit more immature than you but I’m not completely stupid. It’s obvious you two have feelings for each other. Something I really realized today.”
“No, just listen for a sec ok? I really like you Rosie, I do. But seeing him and you, and the way you look at each other, and being the obstacle blocking you two from getting together? It totally sucks. And we could keep going on like this forever. Who knows? Maybe you’d have gotten over him and one day we could’ve gotten married. But I can’t keep doing this knowing that deep down you love him just as much as me. I don’t wanna share. I want you all to myself. And I know that won’t ever happen. So, well I guess what I’m saying is I’m breaking up with you. Cause it’s awful and excruciating waiting for someone to break up with you. So I’m gonna avoid that.”
“Harry- but I- I don’t know what to say.” I said, my eyes watering.
“Let’s be friends ok? And avoid all that awkward, we’re exes avoiding each other shit. Let’s just be Harry and Rosie, minus the kissing.”
“I love you as well. You know that right? ” I said, almost on the verge of breaking down.
“But you couldn’t pick me.” He stood up to leave.
“Harry! Don’t go!” I started crying.
“Shh… Rosie. It’s alright. I’ll be fine. You’ll be fine. And we’ll be fine.”
“You’re such a good person Harry. Why couldn’t you just be an asshole and yell at me for this? Instead I just feel like shit cause you’re being so nice.”
“Break-ups suck, especially when the person is your friend. Why make a shitty thing worse than it has to be?”
I stood up and hugged him, “You’re a beautiful human Harry.” I whispered into his chest.
“I’ll see you tomorrow ok?”
“Night small fry.”
“Night curly fry.”
He left and closed the door behind him. That’s when I broke down. I was the hugest bitch in the entire world. Who could hurt such a great person? Me. Me obviously. I sat around moping, and cursing how stupid I was. But I knew he was right. I hadn’t given him enough credit for how observant he was.
The only bright side was that my decision was made for me. I couldn’t choose Harry. But did I even deserve Niall?
The next morning was, as much as we didn’t want it to be, awkward. We broke the news to the boys at breakfast.
It was silent.
Everyone sort of stared and looked back and forth between him and me.
There was more silence.
Suddenly I heard a snicker. I looked over at Harry, he was covering his mouth, suppressing a laugh.
“That was the most awkward thing ever. Please stop now.” He continued to laugh.
I couldn’t help but giggle. Soon all 6 of us were busting a gut, laughing or asses off in the middle of some restaurant. We must have looked like lunatics.
It was the best I had felt the whole week.
That day we announced our break-up on twitter, there were some very happy fans, but I also got tons of support. Which was fantastic, and everyone seemed to assume we would still stay friends.
So life went on, the last leg of the tour kept me very preoccupied. So there wasn’t much time to focus on my former and present love life. I talked to Harry less than I had before, but well still chatted on occasion, when there was a spare moment. It was fairly normal, just him cracking jokes and making pervy comments about everything. The group dynamic was almost completely back to normal, for which I thanked my lucky stars. Me and Niall were talking all the time, but nothing had really happened. I think both him and me, knew that I needed time. I still wasn’t even sure if he would ever want to be more than friends.
Finally we found ourselves rehearsing for the very last show. I was sentimental really. But excited too, because Liam had informed me that the boys had some tricks up their sleeves for the final performance. I was told that there would be no need for a camera, and that I had taken enough picture to last a lifetime, so I could just sit back relax and watch the show.
The day of the last show was weird. I didn’t have anything to do so I was so bored. Also all the boys were ignoring me. I had no clue what I did but all day I had been receiving the cold shoulder. I was trying desperately to figure out what I had done wrong, but nobody was talking to me. Every time I managed to stop someone they would come up with some type of excuse to not talk to me. I mean what the fuck? It was the last day, and suddenly every good memory was clouded by today’s events. I was worried that my last tour memories would just be of me getting the cold shoulder.
I had literally not talked to any of the boys. I couldn’t even find them to wish them good luck. I went to my seat before the show annoyed and frustrated. It started, everything was completely normal, and they pulled a few pranks here and there but nothing extraordinary. I was not enjoying everything as much I should have been.
“OK so we’re going to do something slightly different here.” Said Liam into the mic.
“Yeah…we’re going to dedicate the next song to someone.” Said Zayn.
Who was it? The fans maybe?
“This goes out to an absolutely amazing girl who we love, and who we know you guys love too.”
Was it one of their girlfriends? Maybe their tour manager?
“She is such a great person, who so caring and trusting” said Zayn.
“And she’s pretty hilarious.”
Ok seriously who the fuck were they blabbing on about? Just get on with the show.
“She slightly insane.”
“AND a person I call one of my best friends.”
“I’m very proud to be her brother. This is for you Rosie.”
A giant cheer went up in the audience
Wait. WHAT. ME. WHAT. ME. HE- WHAT?
Suddenly, I was being pulled up onstage by a random security guy.
I just stood there in shock awkwardly not moving.
“We love you Rosie!”
Then the all too familiar music started up.
You know I’ve always got your back girl
So let me be the one you come running to, running to, r-r-running
I said it’s just matter of fact girl
You just call my name
I’ll be coming through, coming through, I’ll get coming
Liam danced around and held my hand, making me dance with him. My face was burning red. I did not deserve this. Why would they dedicate it to me?
He gave me away to harry and Harry forced me to skip across the stage with him, holding his hand.
On the other side of the world
It don’t matter, I’ll be there in two, i’ll be there in two, i’ll be there in two
I still feel it everytime
It’s just something that you do
Now ask me why I want to
I was suddenly surround on all sides by all the boys,
It’s everything about you, you, you
Everything that you do, do do
From the way that we touch baby
To the way that you kiss on me
It’s everything about you, you, you
The way you make it feel, new, new, new
Like every party is just us two,
And there’s nothing I could point to,
It’s everything about you, you, you
Everything about you, you, you
It’s everything that you do, do do
It’s everything about you
Niall smiled, his eyes twinkled as they connected with mine. I blushed but smiled back. He hugged me while singing at the same time over my shoulder.
Yes I like the way you smile with your eyes
Other guys see you but don’t realize that it’s my, my loving
There’s something about your laugh that makes me want to have to
There’s nothing funny so we laugh at n-n-nothing
Of course Louis was next. I burst out in laughter as he tried to dance all sexy with me.
Every minute’s like our last so
Let’s just take it real slow
Forget about the clock, that’s tick-tick-ticking
I still feel it every time
It’s just something that you do
Now as to why I want to
It’s everything about you, you, you
Everything that you do, do do
From the way that we touch baby
To the way that you kiss on me
It’s everything about you, you, you
The way you make it feel, new, new, new
Like every party is just us two,
And there’s nothing I could point to,
It’s everything about you, you, you
Everything about you, you, you
It’s everything that you do, do do
It’s everything about you
Zayn winked at me and smirked, then threw me on his shoulder while still trying to sing. He spun me around.
And you have always been the only one I wanted
And I wanted you to know without you I can’t face it
All we wanna have is fun
But they say that we’re too young
Let them say what they want
After he put me down Harry started singing. It was at this point they got a bit more serious. I started tearing up.
It’s everything about you, you, you
Everything that you do, do do
From the way that we touch baby
To the way that you kiss on me
It’s everything about you, you, you
It’s everything that you do, do do
Like every party is just us two,
And there’s nothing I could point to
It’s everything about you, you, you
Everything about you, you, you
It’s everything that you do, do do
It’s everything about you
By the end I was bawling, but laughing at the same time.
“Group hug on Rosie!” Louis shouted as I was smushed in a One Direction sandwich.
I sniffled and started hiccupping.
“Thank you boys.” I whispered.
I was escorted off stage and as I left I heard Louis teasing me about being a sap, and harry congratulating everyone on succeeding to make me cry. I didn’t even care though, no one had ever done something so nice for me. I wandered back to their dressing room. I waited there till the end of the show. I was sitting on the couch when they all came in, smiling and rosy cheeked.
“Boys-” my voice cracked, “You didn’t need to do that for me…”
“Don’t be silly Rosie, of course we did.” Replied Louis.
My eyes started to water.
“Oh for Gods sake, don’t cry again!” said Niall.
He walked over and embraced me.
“You’re worth it.” He whispered in my ear.
We just stayed there for a bit, wrapped in each other’s arms. When I finally let go to look over his shoulder, the rest of the boys were gone.
I raised my eyebrow at him.
He just shrugged, “They wanted to go see their girlfriends, and in Harry and Zayn’s case probably gone off to flirt with the assistant tour managers or some fans.”
“Oh. Well you can go do that too if you want…”
He looked at me like I was crazy.
“Why would I want to do that?”
“I- I don’t know…”
“Rosie. I- I don’t think you get it.”
“That I don’t want to be around those other girls. I don’t want to date them.”
“Well… why not?” I said, praying the conversation was going where I wanted it to
“Because you silly girl,” he said tapping his finger on my nose, “I want to date you.”
“Really? Are you sure cause they might be more fun, and they-”
His lips on mine muffled the sound of my voice. I melted into the kiss, my arms wrapping around his neck.
After a while he pulled his head back, so just our foreheads were touching.
“You.” He whispered, “ It’s everything about you. I didn’t chose that song for nothing you know.”
1 ½ years later.
“Niall. Seriously get out of my kitchen!” I yelled angrily.
“Since when is it yours? I thought it was ours.” He pouted. “And you’re finished all the cooking, I’m not distracting you from your work.”
“It’s mine when I can recognize that hunger in your eyes. You can’t steal any of this.”
“Niall. It’s our first time hosting a big dinner. Its New Year’s Eve dinner! I can’t have you ruining everything. Go clean or something.”
I felt his arms snake around my waste. I inhaled his yummy scent.
“Rosie… Breathe. Calm down Hun. You cleaned every inch of the flat this morning. And you will be the best dinner host ever.”
“But our flat won’t be as clean as Liam and Danielle’s. And my cooking won’t be as good as Hannah and Louis’”
“Shhh… It’ll be cleaner than Harry’s. And your cooking is perfect.”
“But anybody’s flat can be cleaner than Harry’s! And- I”
“You know what?” He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, and started
“NIALL. LET ME DOWN.” I screeched.
“You need a break.” He let me down on the bed, “And we haven’t got enough use out of our new bed.”
He stretched himself over top of me, and looked down into my eyes. His was the only look that could make me forget all my worries.
I groaned “Fine
A loud banging on the door woke me up. I was snuggled into Niall’s bare chest.
“What’s that?” he asked groggily.
I shot up suddenly “SHIT. THEY’RE HERE.”
He jumped out of bed and started trying to find his clothes which were scattered all over the floor.
“Okay. I’ll get the door, and you get dressed. Don’t panic Rosie.”
He ran to the door. I rushed to find all my clothes, and threw them on, and tried to straighten myself out.
“Hey Liam, hey Danielle.” I heard him greet them, “Oh you brought brownies, thanks so much!”
“Hey buddy. Why is your shirt inside out?”
I sighed. That was my Niall. I walked out of the bedroom. Liam and Danielle were standing in the entranceway.
“Hey Lili,” I hugged him, “Hey Dani!” I hugged her too. “Well c’mon in! Dinner is ready for whenever everyone gets here!”
They walked in.
“It’s so nice to see you back Rosie! You were gone for so long!”
“It was like a week and a half Lili.”
“Longest week and a half of my life.” Niall stated from behind me. I smiled and rolled my eyes.
“Yeah and I’m used to seeing you every day! How was the Africa photo stuff?” Liam asked.
“It was my big piece for National Geographic. And it was amazing!!”
“Right. I knew that!”
“And how are you…”
Conversation continued on, as Louis, Hannah and Zayn arrived. Boo bear and Han had just been on a trip to Spain so they both looked very tanned. Harry was late as always, so we decided to sit down and eat without him.
I blew out a sigh of relief when everyone started complimenting the meal.
“Mmm… Rosie can actually cook! More than just pasta! Who would have thought?”
“Well I knew already!” said Niall proudly, planting a sloppy kiss on my cheek.
“Ew, not while I’m eating.” Said Zayn.
“Or when I’m eating! You just got slobber all down my cheek.”
He just laughed and shook his head.
Then there was a loud knock.
“That’s Harry! I’ll go let him in!” I stood up, and walked to the door.
I opened it and smiled. “Hey curly fry!”
“Hey small fry!”
“Come in! Dinner’s already on the table, you have to taste my fabulous cooking.”
“Why of course.”
“Hey boys!” He said as he walked in, “And Ladies”
We all sat around talking. The boys were discussing their upcoming tour in the states. I frowned. I was worried about that. A whole month alone? Without my boys? I was quite worried.
“Aw. Look. Rosie’s all sad.” commented Louis.
“I am not!”
“You are too! You’re gonna miss uss!”
Louis had a mischievous look on his face. Him and the boys were having a conversation with their eyes.
Before I knew it I was being lifted up and thrown around, and I found myself under a giant pile of boys.
“GET OFF ME!”
“NOT UNTIL YOU ADMIT YOU WILL MISS US.”
“OKAY I’M GOING TO MISS YOU!!”
“Knew it.” Said Harry smugly.
They all got up. Hannah and Danielle were laughing at me from up at the table. I just glared at them.
After a long goodbye we all parted ways, with our own seperate plans for new years. But promise of lots of getting together, texting and calling when possible.
“So… we have the place to ourselves…” Niall wiggled his eyebrows at me.
“Babe, we live together. It isn’t abnormal to have the place to ourselves. And I’m exhausted.”
He walked over to me and engulfed me in a hug.
“You were a great host.” He whispered in my ear. “ How about we just watch the countdown to midnight on the TV.”
I smiled and nodded.
We rang in the new year together, cuddled on the couch.
The pefect type of couple-y stuff I had never pictured myself doing, but realized it was what I had always wanted. He was what I had always wanted.
7 Years later.
Me and Niall walked into the restaurant together. He looked nervously around, trying to spot him.
“Calm down.” I whispered to him, but the anxious look never left his face,
“It’s just he’s the first one we’re telling. I’m scared. He’s very protective of you! You know that! What if he kills me?”
I spotted the familiar face, sitting alone at a booth in the corner. “There he is!” I pointed at him and waved. I walked over; he gave me a giant hug.
“Rosie! I missed you! Nialler, mate, missed you too!” They did a little man hug.
We sat down and ordered drinks.
“So how was the trip?”
“Good.” I said, “Ireland is beautiful as always.”
“And how’s the family mate?”
“Good.” Said Niall sipping his drink, still looking uneasy, I squeezed his hand under the table briefly to assure him everything was fine.
“So you said over the phone you had some news for me…” he said.
“Yes…” I said glancing at Niall.
“Wait,” he looked between us, “You guys aren’t breaking up are you? No. Please No. It’s not Zayn is it? Rosie you can’t sleep through all my mates, cause at some point it’ll get awkward, we should just be happy Harry and you are fine.” Liam looked panicked.
“Well. Actually.” I said glancing at Niall. “This will be the last friend of yours that I sleep with.”
“No mate we’re not breaking up.” Niall announced.
Liam blew out a sigh of relief.
“We’re getting married.” I quickly added and I held out my hand showing the ring on finger.
Liam let out a gasp. “Holy shit.” He froze
Niall laughed. “Is that actually his response?”
“Yep. Look he’s in shock!”
We looked at each other and burst out laughing.
Liam just looked at me.
“He’s perfect for you.” He mouthed.
“I know.” I mouthed back.
“Stop doing that twin thing you guys! I feel left out!” Niall whined.
We just shrugged, “Sorry!” we said in unison. A talent we had near perfected. Liam looked at Niall.
“Dude! You’re getting married! And to this freak! Are you sure?”
“Absolutely. I knew I would marry Rosie from the day I met her.”
“You did not you big loser!”
“Nope, I didn’t. The first time I met you all I noticed was how great your ass was.”
“NIALL.” I smacked his chest. “That is not gonna be the story of our first impressions!”
He laughed at me.
That laugh still got me every time.