Nacho Average One Direction Story

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If you don't like the first few chapters, well then that makes two of us. However please keep reading! I promise it will get better! Thanks :)

P.S. I feel like such a creep writing a fan fic. I really do. Creepy and awkward.

P.P.S. I'm sorry I don't have a witty title that has to do with a One Direction song, but I do love my nachos and thus... Nacho Average One Direction Story was born.

I REALLY HATE THE FIRST FEW CHAPTERS I PROMISE IT GETS BETTER AROUND CHAPTER 5! Please just read at least until then!

--Alphie--

Thursday

LIZZ MAYBERRY POV

     I ran a hand through my tangled hair as I made my way across the street from my house to my nannying job. I need to get my hair cut. I look homeless. You think I'm kindding. I am not kidding.

     Pushing hair cut appointments aside, I smiled and thought about the three kids I was on my way to take care of. They are my favorite people ever. The eldest is a boy named Flynn, and he is 9 years old. The other boy is named McCormick but prefers his nickname Mickey. He's 6. And last but not least is Claire and she is 3 years old.

     You may be wondering what a 19 year old girl is doing nannying. Or maybe not. But anyway, I attend an online college and I nanny during the day. Online school is really similar to a regular college but minus the campus. My major is in editing and journalism. I'm fortunate enough to be able to live in a house of my own. A little 3 bedroom, 2 bath house. It's adorable if you ask me. It's painted a dark blue, like the blue color on the American flag. The shutters and trim is white and the front door is red. Yes, I know. Very patriotic. I live by myself except for my grey and white cat, Theo.

     I have long and curly dirty-blonde hair. My eyes are dark blue with some gold around the middle. It kind of looks like the gold is exploding out of the pupil of my eyes, surrounded by blue. A normal full grown girl would be about 5 feet, 5 inches in height, Right? Well I've Been 5 feet 11 inches since I was fifteen. That's 6 inches taller than average. This height makes me both tower over everyone and be very unstable. I'm the klutziest person I know.

     So lost in though about how clumbsy I am, I tripped over the end of the Ryder's driveway. I sat on the pavement for a half-second, amazed by my own inability to walk over a flat surface without tripping and then stood up. Before I could ring the doorbell to the Ryder's house, Claire came running out to meet me. I picked her up and spun her around.

     "Hey ClaireBear! " I said in the voice that somehow only comes out around little kids.

     "Lizz!" She giggled back.

     I laughed as I put her down and lead her into the house.

     "Hey Lizz, I'm going out for the day so you guys can stay here and chill. Flynn has baseball at..."

     "3. And I will take him to that because you will be shopping and Mr. Ryder will be at work," I finished Mrs. Ryder's sentence.

     "Well, I'd better go now, I'm meeting a friend for brunch at 10. Oh! By the way! Do you remember me saying my nephew was coming? Well he flew in from Europe today and he'll be staying with us for a few months. He's in a band. Isn't that cool? But they have two and a half months off before they go on tour again. Play nice."

     "Oh, sweet," I said and before I could ask anymore questions, she was halfway out the door and saying bye to me. "Bye, Mrs. Ryder," I call back but was cut of by the door shutting. I chuckled to myself at her hurried state and went to find the kids.

     "Oh, children! " I called in a really creepy voice as I looked around for them. All three came out of the den and stood before me. "So what do you guys want to do today? " Flynn wanted to ride a bike to the park, Mickey wanted to play Wii baseball, and sweet little Claire wanted to watch the movie Clifford the Big Red Dog.

     "Okay, Flynn and Mickey, go ahead back into the den and play Wii and Claire and I will watch Clifford downstairs." As soon as I spoke the words, the boys dashed back to the television. "So, ClaireBear, I guess it's just you and me," I said to Claire.

     "Clifford!" she screamed before flying down the stairs. What a darling.

     The Ryder family had a really nice house. They had a five bedroom six bathroom house complete with at least four televisions and a projector TV in the 'theater room'. But what I liked about the Ryders was that they didn't flaunt their money around too much. They had a nice and clean home and the decorating was of good taste.

     I walked into the den to find Flynn and Mickey fighting. Mickey, being the younger brother, wasn't as good as Flynn and was upset because Flynn 'wasn't going easy on him.'

     "Hey! Guys!" I said loudly and they both turned to look at me."Next time I hear you to fighting, I will make you either turn it off, or be on the same team." They nodded their 'okay's but I knew this probaly wasn't the end of it. I sighed and made my way back downstairs.

     After the children's movie was done, I lead Claire upstairs to take a nap. Flynn and Mickey went to the neighbor's house to play. It was only noon but they probably wouldn't be back until around 2:00. If we're lucky, Claire will sleep until the. I had about two hours to do whatever I wanted. I feel good. This is nice.

     As I was making my was down the stairs, the doorbell rang. The staircase was right in front of the door so you'd think the person at the door would've seen me coming down but apparently not because next thing you know he or she is ringing the doorbell fifteen times in a row really quickly. I didn't want Claire to wake up from her nap, so I took to the stairs very fast, tripping on the last one, and sending myself tumbling and sliding on the wood floor on my stomach all the way to the front door.

     I heard laughter from outside. I couldn't help but smile myself. I probably looked like a penguin. I quickly stood up, chuckling to myself at how I've already looked like a fool in front of whoever was at the door. I looked down, fumbling with the lock, before I opened the door. The mysetery person rang the doorbells again, though I was clearly about ot open the door. That is when I lost it. He or she or it was now just trying to spite me.

     "God bless!" I cried, exasperated. I yanked the lock on the door open with much more force than was necessary. "If you ring the doorbell any harder, it's going to fall off and a three year old is going to wake up. And that won't be a pretty sight." I threatened. As I said that last sentence, I looked up to finally catch sight of whoever was at the door.