Pigeons,Carrots, and a boy named Louis

Chapter 43- Sister Rivalry

~~~( Presley's P.O.V )~~~

My lips quiver as I watch Niall and Victoria viciously make out on the couch not having a care in the world who's in the room. I guess I was wrong for falling for someone who'd I never have a chance with. I mean common, lets face it. Victoria is a model, and me? I'm a small town girl thats still a virgin, a loser, a girl that dances in her room to country music for fun because she has nothing better to do on her Friday nights. Why don't I have anything to do on my Friday nights at 17? Well, simple answer. It's because I'm quiet, shy, conservative, scared of society and invisible to all humans and attractive boys. You can find girls like me sitting in the back of the classroom reading because well I have NO friends, unlike Victoria.

And then there's Niall Horan. The perfect, most sexiest, most popular, most loved celebrity on Earth that overlooks the girls like me and keep their focus on girls like Victoria.

All my life I was compared to Victoria. Beauty pageants, soccer, cheerleading.. everything. She was that girl standing on the '1st' place block with a giant trophy and photographers surrounding her while I was that awkward disturbance standing on the '3rd' place block, if I was even lucky enough to make it in 3rd! She was always better than me, and I guess after 17 years you kinda get sick of it. I will always remember that one time I heard someone say, "Oh wait that's the OTHER Douglas, not the good one."

I suck in my breath, fighting back my tears as I exit the hotel room as silently as possible. Nearly crumbling to the ground as the door clicks behind me. I sigh, realizing that all I can do now is go to my room and dance to some more Taylor Swift songs while eating Ben&Jerry's pretending I will actually mean something to someone someday.

~~~(Hannah's P.O.V) (THE SISTER)~~~

I smile as I bounce down the hotel hallways, realizing that I truly am the BEST sister in the world.

-Flashback-

"Hello Hannah." A curly lad says also known by the name of Harry Styles, stepping out of the way to let me into the destroyed hotel room. Boxers hanging off the ceiling fan, pizza boxes covering the floor.. holy cow. I try to ignore the mess as I sit down on the only clear spot on the mattress that god knows what happened on it.

"I came her to talk.." I begin, motioning for Louis to sit down,"You may want to sit down for this."

"What could you have possibly came here for?" He sneers, still disgusted with me. Who could blame him?

"I came here because I want to tell you that I invited El's parents and your family." I say, biting my lower lip as his eyes widen.

"You did?!"

"Yeah but they don't know it was me. I had my boyfriend call up everyone and pretend it was you, so they all think its you that invited them." I shamefully admit, watching as he smiles and gets up from the chair approaching me.

"Thank you Hannah." He says, pulling my into a hug. I smile and release him, "It's the least I could do. Now what are you waiting for you have three minutes go get you're arse out there and marry my sister already!" I say, smiling as I usher him and the rest of the lads out of the smelly room.

"Oh..and I booked your honeymoon. Say hello to ARUBA!" I add in, his eyebrows bouncing in approval.

-end of flashback-

"You seem happy tonight." Zayn says, poking his bed head out of his hotel room door. I smile and stop in my tracks, "Yeah, I saved the day!"

He laughs and shakes his head, "Whatever floats your boat Hannah.. oh and all of us, exception of Louis and Eleanor, are going out for drinks in an hour.. you in?"