"The One" A Niall Horan Fanfiction

Izzie

Sammie's POV

I close the door slowly a few seconds after Niall left. I lean back on that same door and grab my cheek. "H-He kissed me." I say not realizing it's aloud. "Why did he kiss me? Why so soon?" I ask to myself. The same questions go over and over in my head. My mind filled with nothing but that specific moment. Was he even thinking before he did that? I wonder, did he want to kiss me? I bring myself away from the wood door still holding my now bright red cheek. I need to try and get my mind off of what happened, don't read too much into it. However, I know I won't be able to. It was probably an accident. I take a look around, I didn't realize that the place looked like a mess, but that was only the kitchen. I finally bring my hand down and start cleaning up a bit. I know it will only take a while seeing as Niall had loaded the dishwasher. I'm making good progress and getting close to being done, when the phone rings.
Me: "Hello?"
Izzie: "Hey..."
Me: "Izzie?!? Where the hell are you? Why haven't you been answering my calls?"
Izzie: "Listen, I'm not coming back for a while. So I need you to stop calling me ok? I'm fine just leave me alone."
Me: "What? You expect me to-"
The phone beeps, letting me know she hung up.

I gently put the phone down and process what she said. And I start crying. What a bitch! Ugh! I absolutely love her to death but she can be the absolute worst. I can't believe her sometimes. She doesn't realize how this affects me, she never thinks about me when it comes to her decisions. Funny enough, she is the reason this time. She decided to drag me to a concert she wanted to go to. She didn't want me to go near him and still doesn't, but she decides to do nothing about it. It makes me wonder if she ever saw me being bullied...come to think of it, she was never around when it happened. I don't notice but hours go by as I think. It's about 3:30 p.m. now and all I could think about was asking her. How did she know I was bullied? I never brought it up after school, I never wanted to talk about it. I look at my phone hesitant to do what I know I'm going to do next.

Louis: "Hello?"
Me: "Hi..."
Louis: "Who is this?"
Me: "It's Sammie..."
Louis: "Oh, hi. What's up?"
Me: "I, uh...actually have a question..."
Louis: "Really? For me? What about?"
Me: "It's about high school...specifically Izzie."
Louis: "I didn't really know her..."
Me: "That's ok. I'm just wondering...uh...if I can get the words out..."
Louis: "Sam, listen I don't really care to be talking right now so..."
Me: "Was Izzie ever around when you and Niall bullied me?"
Louis: "Actually I can answer that with a firm yes."
Me: "What? Can you be more specific?"
Louis: "She would be in a door way or a different hall way just watching looking upset or furious, but she never did anything."
Me: "How do you really know this?"
Louis: "I would look at everyone but you. And I always caught her eye. She always gave me this look, the kind that would say 'why are you doing this?' I would give her a different look, the one that would tell her to do something about it. But she coward back and just sat there watching you cry."
Me: "Are you kidding?"
Louis: "Not one bit."
Me: "Ok. Well thanks for the, um, help."
Louis: "Yep. No problem. Bye."
And with that he hung up.

I can't believe her. Sh-She did nothing. All those years of pain and sadness and she just watched. I was always there for her. We became friends when I stood up to this guy that was being a huge jackass to her, but she couldn't do the same. What the fuck is our friendship based on? Are we even friends? I pick up my phone one more time to call Izzie's mom.
Mom: "Hello?"
Me: "Hey Mrs. Hew. How are you doing?"
Mom: "Sammie! Hi. I'm doing pretty good. Are you calling for Izzie?"
Me: "Yes actually. Can I talk to her? But don't tell her it's me."
Mom: "Sure thing."
I hear the phone jostled about and Izzie's voice as she talks to her mom.
Izzie: "Hello?"
Me: "You bitch!"
Izzie: "Excuse me!?"
Me: "What the fuck is wrong with you?"
Izzie: "Sammie? What the hell are you talking about?"
Me: "I'm talking about high school. You watched me get bullied and you never did a damn thing. Why the fuck are you my friend?"
Izzie: "How did you find that out? I made sure no one would tell you."
Me: "I asked Louis about it. He seemed to know a lot about you hiding in the halls and in doorways. And here I thought you were in a classroom."
Izzie: "Sammie I wanted to do something. I really did. But I was too scared, scared I'd be bullied too."
Me: "That is so fucking selfish of you Izz!!! But what could I have expected from you."
Izzie: "Sammie, I-I really am sorry."
Me: "I don't give a damn. Do me a favor..."
Izzie: "Anything."
Me: "I'll send your stuff to you."
Izzie: "What? I don't understand, what's the favor?"
Me: "Don't come back here."
And I hang up. Being both furious and upset, I don't know whether to cry or scream. But I do neither. I sit staring at the floor, with all these thoughts and questions going through my mind. Based on what just happened I don't think I can trust her, hell I can't trust anyone.

Another three hours go bye as I contemplate my life, when I hear the door open.

Izzie's POV

"Hi..." I say after opening in the door. Sammie doesn't look at me. She stares at the floor with disappointment and anger. "I came to see you." I say softly. "I don't give a fuck." She claims slightly raising her voice. "Sammie I-" "How could you? Why didn't you do anything?" She yells jolting her head, looking my way. "I wanted to. I really did but..." I get quiet, a tear runs down my cheek. "You wanted to? Well this makes it all better then, because you wanted to." She yells even louder. "Sammie-"
"Save it!! The fact is that you wanted to." She starts crying. "What did you want me to do?" I ask raising my voice. "I wanted you to do something. Get the teacher, get involved. I know you say you wanted to, but it doesn't help!!" She tells me. "But I wanted to. I was too scared. What could I have done if I wanted to but couldn't? What specifically did you want me to do?" I ask trying to understand. "I wanted you to try!!!" She yells, tears flowing like a river from her sad eyes. I sat blankly, knowing that I very well could have tried. "Sam, please-" "Get out." She says somewhat calm. "But I-" "GET THE FUCK OUT!!!" She shouts angrily. She gets up and starts shoving me out of the room. Before I know it, I'm out in the hall still holding what I came in with. "I'll pack your stuff and send it to your mom's. Never come back here." She growls. The door is slammed in my face as I try to get back in. I turn around, drop everything and fall to the floor. I grab my face weeping softly as to not disturb anyone else. I take a good 45 minutes, then leave with the only thing I had left...my loneliness.