Niall Has a Sister?

Chapter 5

*I SMELL DRAMA! O.O*

ROSALIE'S POV:

I glanced around the group, my face crimson with embarrassment. The floor suddenly became very interesting.

"You're a virgin?" someone asked.

I nodded covering my face with my hands.

"It's okay you know that right, were just surprised someone hasn't taken it from somebody as beautiful as you?" I think Zayn said rubbing my back soothingly, but I think Niall hit him for his comment.

"No it's not, it's just stupid! And I just told a bunch of boys from a world famous boyband no less that I am one." I mumbled. They chuckled.

"Rosalie, I think that's good. You're waiting for someone you love, it's honorable unlike most of our first times. You want it to be meaningful." Liam assured me.

I shook my head and waved off the subject with my hand.

"It doesn't matter, but I'm going to call it a night. See you in the morning!" I waved and gave each a kiss on the cheeck. It felt electric when I kissed Harry's, but I dismissed it, and made my way up stairs and to my awaiting bed.

I slowly fell into a dreamless sleep to the words of my Enrique Inglesias playlist.

NIALL'S POV:

I had kind of zoned out after Rosalie left until I heard a comment.

"I can't believe someone that sexy is a virgin." My head snapped up looking for the colprit. They pointed to Louis who held his hands up waving them franctically.

"Don't say that about my sister!" I spat.

"She really is beautiful though." Harry mumbled and then looked shocked as if he didn't know he had said that out loud. Everyone turned to him shocked, and he blushed, never had I heard him refer to a girls looks other than hot or sexy.

"Does wittle Hazza have a wittle crushie wushie?" Liam babied and pinched Harry's cheek. Harry swatted away his hand and looked away embarrassed.

"Look guys, we have to talk." I stated confidently, and they all gave me their attention. "You guys got to give your speeches now here's mine. There is no dating Rosalie, no checking her out and NO talking about her like that, or atleast not around me PERIOD! Especially you Harry, we don't need YOU to ruin her innocence! I know I just met her but she is my sister and I already love and care about her. You got it?" They all nodded a little dissappointed except for Harry who lookec conflicted. I glared at him until he hesitantly bobbed his head. "Good, i'm knackered so night lads!"

"Night Nialler!" chorused behind me as I ascended the stairs, and slipped into my room. An unfamilliar tune drifted through the air and I hummed as I changed into pj's and slipped into bed.

I can't believe I have a sister, what a great day. And with a smile on my face I fell asleep.

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ROSALIE'S POV

I woke up early, too early for that matter. It was about half past 5. I quietly rose from the bed, so not to wake Niall.

My stomach growled with overwhelming hunger. What can I say I have a large appetite. I padded down the stairs into the kitchen. And apparently I wasn't the only one up.

Harry stood shirtless over the stove and in only his boxers. The muscles in his back flexing with each move as he effortlessly flipped the pan turning a pancake over. I bit my lip as I checked him out.

He cocked his head in my direction and grinned, motioning me over with a flick of his hand.

My eyes trailed down his toned chest and arms and rested on his abs and V-trail.

"Like what you see?" he smirked, I ripped my eyes from his body to his eyes.

"Maybe." I replied shrugging my shoudlers as I strode over to the stove. I hopped up on the counter swinging my legs back and forth to Harry's humming as he cooked.

He cut up one of the finished pancakes holding up a bite size piece to me.

"Taste check!" I took the pancake with my teeth and it was delicious. Buttery and warm.

"UMMMMMM, that's good!" I boasted, and he grinned pleased with himself.

"That's what she said." Harry mumbled under his breath earning a whack on the head. He chuckled and continued cooking until all the batter was gone.

Collecting the pancakes, he made his way over to the table where two plates were set. He pulled out my chair like a gentlemen and I took the seat.

"Why are you up so early?" I asked him.

"I could ask you the same thing." He joked nudging me with his elbow.

"Honestly I was hungry." I stated, biting into m third pancake.

He chuckled, and I furrowed my eyebrows at him confused.

"What?" I said blushing.

"Nothing, it's just, I've never seen someone eat so much and stay so skinny." He answered poking my stomach.

I looked down. "I wish I was skinny..." I sighed under my breath, but by the look Harry gave me, he had heard.

"Never ever say that again Rosie, you're perfect." He whispered taking my hand. Slowly I looked up meeting his captivating gaze. I blushed and looked away, he grinned and kiss the side of my head, before getting up with his plate. My skin tingled from where his lips met my skin.

I stood up too with my plate and walked over to the sink rinsing it of alongside Harry. I bumped him with my hip telling him to move over, he simply bump back. We continued tell finally I grabbed a handful of bubbles and blew them in his face. He did the same until I grabbed a cup, filling it and dousing him in soapy water.

I ran from the scene erupting in laughter as I heard him coming from behind. Soon my back was drenched in water. I turned around, only to collide with Harry and slip on the wet floor, pulling him down with me.

We laughed until I realized he was hovering right above me. The laughter ceased and my heartbeat pounded in my chest. His eyes locked with mine flashing pure emotion. Slowly his gaze switched from my eyes to my lips.

He began leaning down, I was afraid my heart would leap out of my chest at this rate. I grabbed the back of his neck pulling him closer until we were just centimeters apart.

"TOP OF THE MORNIN TO YA!" Louis screeched from the stairs. Harry quickly rolled off me and stood offering his hand. I gladly took it and brushed off my clothes.

Louis whistled as he entered the kitchen, and stopped when he saw us drenched with water and soap along with the rest of the kitchen.

"Did I interrupt something?" He asked, a mischevious glint in his eyes as they darted between Harry and I.

We shook our heads furiously and he smirked, rolling his eyes he grabbed a cuppa of tea and a pancake and promptly left.

I stood there blushing, I stared at the floor. Harry laughed coming over to me and tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. I made eye contact with him, his eyes bored into mine.

"I, ah, should, you know, get a shower." I stammered. He snapped out of his trance and nodded.

"I'll clean this all up." He said motioning around the kitchen.

I giggled and nodded scurrying up the steps and into my room.

Did I really just almost kiss Harry!?

All I know is that I'm there is something different about this guy, but i couldn't figure out what.