You Are Everything I See ((1D fanfic))

The music streams out of my acoustic guitar--whom I've dubbed Lola--as I close my eyes. I don't need to see the music...I've got it all memorized.

I open my mouth and I sing. "Step one, you say we need to talk. She walks, you say, 'Sit down, it's just a talk.' She stares politely back at you; you stare politely right on through. Some sort of window to your right; as she goes left, you stay right. Between the lines of fear and blame, you begin to wonder why you came..."

After I sing the first verse, I reach a crescendo, belting out the chorus.

And when I finish the song, I'm left breathless, and I can feel hot unshed tears in my eyes. I reach forward and shut off the video camera. I'll edit the video tomorrow and post it on YouTube then.

"IZZY!" The shout echoes up the staircase. "Isabelle!" I gently lay Lola down on the bed and run out of my room to the railing. Leaning over, I see my sister, Anna standing in the living room, screaming up to me.

"What do you want, Anna?" I yell back.

"You about done with your stupid guitar cover that's supposed to be piano?" I immediately get agitated and annoyed and angry.

"Hey! It was harder than you'd think it'd be to change it to guitar!" I spit. Anna holds up her hands in a gesture that screams fake innocence. "And yeah, I'm done."

She grins. "Get down here, then! One Direction's about to do their interviews and I want you to watch it with me!" And at the mention of them, I turn right back around, go into my room, and slam the door. I hate that band. They're fvcking annoying. I want nothing to do with them.

I cross the room over to my bed and pick up one of my only friends in this world, the lovely Lola. I gently put her back in her case, and take her over to her home by my piano. I sit down on the bench and play a few chords.

"OHMIGOD OHMIGOD OHMIGOD IT'S THEM! IT'S LIAM, OH, GOD!!!!!! IZZY GET DOWN HERE!!!!"

Dang. She remembered.

I pretend not to hear her and continue with my chords. Anna is still screaming about how beautiful they all are, and perfect, and how she wished she was dating one or more of then, and how she wished she looked as pretty as a girl named Eleanor or Danielle or Perrie.

Anna has no reason to wish she looked like someone else. She was blessed with the good looks--clear, emerald eyes, wavy auburn hair, tall and willowy...need I go on? I look into my wall--it's completely covered in a mirror--and judge my appearance. Long brown hair that's only slightly red. Dull green eyes. Small nose and small ears. High cheekbones perched on a heart-shaped face. Pretty plain.

Suddenly, a lyrical sentence pops into my head... There must be one plain Jane girl to talk some sense into this world ...

I glance to my bookshelf, and the one row of spiral notebooks. My lyric books are calling me.

Before I know it, I'm laying on my bed, words flowing from my favorite pen.