All I've Ever Wanted

Chapter 4

Niall’s POV

We were waiting for Izzy at the place we drop her off in the morning. She had just texted Louis that she was on her way and to be patient. How could I be patient, I haven’t seen her beautiful face in hours! “Ugh, where is she?”, I groan. “Be patient, she has to walk a long way!”, Liam stated. I guess Liam had a point, but still. “Why are you so impatient anyway? We aren’t going to do anything afterwards anyway!”, Louis added. “Maybe, because he misses your sister!”, Harry teased. I started to get anxious, Louis can’t find out I like his little sister. “You know what, you have been acting a little weird around her lately. You were never like this towards her before…”, Louis trailed off. “Crap. Crap. Crap. I’m so screwed”, I thought. Before I could even make up some lie, someone grasp the handed of the back door and opened it harshly. Izzy closed the door hard, and all we could hear was her deep breathing. “Woaaah! Where the roses come from?”, Zayn asked grabbing the somewhat dry roses from her. I turned my full attention to the back of the car, and looked at her. “Stop.”, she said grabbing them back again. “Baby girl, who gave you those?”, Louis asked turning his head to face her as well. Her cheeks turned red, and she looked down at her roses. “Uh, its nothing special.”, she said softy. Harry quickly grabbed the roses from her, and taking out a small purple card. “Roses are red, violets are blue, I know this is corny, but do you mind accompanying me to homecoming?”, Harry recited with funny voice. “Looks like you got asked out to homecoming, today!”, Liam said messing up her hair. “Who asked you?”, Louis asked concerned. “Conor.”, she mumble. CONOR? Who is this kid anyway, what does he have that… that…. that I DON’T! “Well he sucks at poetry!”, I snap. Louis turned his face to me, giving me a odd look. I completely ignored it, and he started the car. The rest of the drive back home was quiet. I was looking at her through the side mirror. Her perfect face, looking out the glass window. “SNAP OUT OF IT NIALL! IT CAN NEVER HAPPEN!”, I told myself. Once we got home, she didn’t speak to any of us and ran straight to her room. I was left in the car, trying to get my stuff, when I noticed the worn out roses. I looked at them in disgust, and grabbed them wanting to tear the petals apart. I forced myself not to, and walked inside their house, up to her room. I knocked softly on her door enough for her to hear. She opened the door, hair wet and in sweats. “Oh, hi Niall.”, she said keeping eye contact with me. “Uh, you left these in the car.”, I said handing them to her. I turned around to head downstairs, when I felt her cold hand touch my wrist. “Nialler, are you mad at me?”, she asked so innocently. “Yeah, I’m mad. Mad that you’re not mine!”, I wanted to say. I turned to face her again, and I sighed deeply. “No, Izzy I would never be mad at you!”, I said giving her a weak smile. I gave her a quick hug, and pulled away. “I have to go do something, I’ll see you later.”, I told her and mope back downstairs. I walked outside, feeling the cool wind hit my face. “Why can’t she just be mine?”, I said loudly. “Because you won’t admit it to her!”, Harry said coming around the side of the house. “Huh? What? Where did you come from?”, I said looking down. I felt hot, and I knew I was red as a tomato. “Aw c’mon mate! I know you fancy Isabel, I mean you were so pissed at me the first day I met her! Look at you, you’re a freaking wreck!”, Harry teased. Well I couldn’t deny it now, it was just all so overwhelming. “You know what you should do now, mate?”, Harry asked lifting his eye brows up. I looked at him confused, what the hell was this kid talking about. “Make her jealous.”, was the last thing he said before he left to go back inside. Make her jealous… What Harry told me echo inside my head over and over. Then it struck me, I had a plan. I quickly grab my phone, and dial a number. “Hey! I need a favor!”.