Nacho Average One Direction Story

Fruit Snacks and Fame

Thursday

LIZZ MAYBERRY POV

     There was a very attractive boy at tthe door. Curly brown hair with perfect green eyes. "Hello," I smiled. What? He's attractive. He smirked cockily. The hot factor just went down drastically.

     He keeps smiling at me like I should recognize him. It's actually kind of creepy. He eyes ran over my body once. "Can I help you?" I asked, "Or do you want to finish shamelessly checking me out then go to the next house and see if there is another girl there?" I drifted of in my sarcastic sentence, giving him his choice.

     "I wasn't checking you out. I was seeing if your shoes matched your eyes." He looked over my frame again. "Aaaaand nope, they don't. You are certainly welcome." I raised one eyebrow, a move I had been working the whole winter on. I wouldn't be supprised it my left eyebrow had a six pack of abs by now. "You don't know who I am?" He asks me. He spoke with a heavy Brittish accent. I really love those English accents, but this boy was already annoying me with his over-confidence.

     I scoffed. "You don't know who I am? " I asked in the same disbelieving tone.

     He just chuckled. "I'm Mrs. Ryder's nephew." He made a move to come through the door into the house but I stepped to the side to block him. Oh, no. I'm not letting some random stranger into this house. It's my job to protect the three kids that live here and how responsible would that be if I just let some random person in? I would be out of a job.

     I pursed my lips, "Prove it."

     He huffed and recited Mr. and Mrs. Ryder's full names as well as the childrens'. Apearantly it looked like I still didn't believe him, so he pulled out his iPhone and showed me a messaged conversation between him and Mrs. Ryder. After I had checked to make sure the number belonged to Mrs. Ryder, I let him in.

     "Welcome," I said in a sugar-coated and slightly sarcastic voice. "So nice to have you. You can leave your smirk at the door, by the way."

     I explained where the children were and we made our way to the living room to sit and talk. I guess. I don't know. I never have people over so I'm not very good at this stuff. I am sure I have social anxiety.

     "So are you going to tell me your name?" I asked.

     "Bond. James Bond," he said kryptically. "And yours?"

     James Bond is a movie series featuring James Bond, a spy and ladies man, but mostly awesome spy. I tried to come up with something better. "Ken. Chic Ken." I replied, throughly happy with my response. I mentally patted myself on the back. So I maybe I actually patted myself of the back. Same difference.

     Mysterious Boy That Is Mrs. Ryder's Nephew laughed. "It's Harry Styles."

     I stuck out my hand to shake his. "Lizz Mayberry." Being the weirdo poo poo head that I now assume Harry is, he took my hand to kiss it instead of shake it.

     "Nice to meet you Miss Mayberry." He said in that adorable Brittish accent.

     I couldn't take it anymore. I burst out laughing, spasticly falling off the couch, and onto the floor. I realized that Claire was still asleep and tried to control the volume of my laugh.

     From the floor I clutched my sides with one hand and pointed weakly at Harry with the other, saying, "Is this real life?" I tried to make words while gasping for air, "So *trying to inhale* cheesy." I finish, starting to tear up from laughing so hard. He just stared at me with an amused look on his face. I got back on the couch across from the loveseat he was sitting in and attempted to put on a serious face. Remember when I said I was trash at social interactions? It's because I do things like this that nobody wants to hang out with me.