My New Siblings

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Izzy's POV

"I'm bored!" I complained.

"What should we do?" Louis asked. We were all in the living room, trying to think of something to do. Gemma had gone to work.

"What's fun around here?" I asked.

"Bowling, paintball, mini golf, laser tag." Harry told me.

"Mini golf sounds fun."

"Then what are we waiting for?!" Louis yelled, jumping to his feet and running out the door. Laughter spread through the room before we got up and followed him.

"Dibs on shotgun!" I yelled, running for the passenger side of the car.

"Other side!" Harry laughed.

"What?" I looked in the window and Louis was making a funny face at me. "Crap! I forgot! Sorry!"

"Don't apologize." Niall smiled as I walked around to the other side.

"Okay." I said, getting in. Louis looked over at me and smirked. "What are you looking at? You want a piece of this?" Gesturing to myself.

"With whipped cream please." He smiled. I smacked his arm and put my seat belt on. "You know it was funny!"

"Just shut up and drive!" I couldn't help the giggle that escaped my lips.

"Okay." He winked and started the car.

"Is he always like this?" I asked, turning around so that I faced Harry and Zayn, who were in the middle seats.

"Only with girls he fancies." Niall spoke up immediately from the back.

"Fancies?"

"Girls he likes." Zayn told me.

"How about everyone stops talking!" Louis replied, turning up the radio.

"We're singing Radiohead at the top of our lungs, with the boom box blaring as we're falling in love." Avril Lavigne's voice filled the car. I started singing along as loud as I could. "We'll be running down the street yelling 'Kiss my ass!'"

"Izzy cussed!" Louis yelled.

"Shut up and let me sing!" I replied. I continued to sing.

"We don't give a fuck!" I lifted my middle finger to Louis, who looked at me, his mouth wide open.

"You remind me a lot of Avril." He chuckled at the end of the song.

"How so?"

"You both couldn't give less than a fuck of what other people think of you." He smiled.

"It's a gift." I shrugged.

"I wish I was like that." Harry sighed.

"From what I've seen you don't seem like the kind of person that cares what others think." I told him.

"I try not to." He said.

"Good. It makes life a whole lot more fun!"

"Yeah."

"We're here!" Louis announced, pulling into the parking lot.

"Yay!" I yelled. We got out and raced up to the counter. A girl about sixteen or seventeen sat behind the desk.

"Hi, how can I help you?" She asked, not looking up.

"Six for all eighteen." Louis replied, getting out his wallet.