Nacho Average One Direction Story

We Scream For Ice Cream

Friday

LIZZ MAYBERRY POV

I changed into my tie-die swimsuit and put on running shorts and blue tanktop over it. I skipped down the stairs to find the children and Harry still obsessing over my cat. Theodor was amazing though. He was light grey with white on his feet and nose. He had beautiful green-yellow eyes that could cut to the core. He once was called in to the police station and got a wanted criminal to confess, just by staring at him for two and a half minutes. I would like you to know that last sentence was a lie, but that would've been pretty freaking amazing. In any case, he's the only one that understands me.

After I gathered them all up, we got into my Jeep. I loaded Claire onto the extra car booster seat the Ryder's had given me and began driving. I drove to the beach and we set up camp. There was no one else there, which was surprising since it was a Friday.

The beach was fairly nice. It was in a state park so it was well kept and protected. It had a small hill of grass, then when it leveled out, there was a sidewalk and the sand, then the water. There were also picnic tables scattered around and a big jungle gym playset to the right. To the left, there was a trail that trolled the shore line down the beach farther. It was a very small beach, but still quaint.

I laid our towels out next to a picnic table on the grassy hill. The large oak trees cast large shadows over the picnic table and the towels laid on the grass. The kids immediately shed their clothes, put on their floaties, and sprinted for the water.

Harry and I decided to build a sandcastle. Childish, I know, but fun all the same. We took off our over-clothes so we were just in our swimsuits. We then walked over to the sand and sat down, trying to decide what type of castle we wanted. I pulled out the sand toys I had brought and stared at them. Harry wanted to make an extravagant castle while I wanted to make a drippy one. We chose to have a contest for who could make the better sand castle. And when we were done, the kids would decide the winner.

I grabbed two buckets and filled them halfway with water. Then I added dry sand to them, making them full with very wet sand. I mixed the water and sand together, making sure the sand was completely soaked. Then I took some of the wet sand and held it in the tips of my fingers. I decided where I wanted the first tower and moved my hand above the spot. I let the sand slowly drip out of my fingers and as it piled up, the tower started to form. I have to admit, it looked pretty awesome. It reminded me of a Harry Potter castle.

I glanced at Harry. His head was bent in concentration and his brow was furrowed. He stared intently at the flipped over bucket before slowly lifting it up, revealing a smooth tower of sand. Harry's eyes lit up and a smile spread across his face. I giggled at him. it was funny how excited he was that it stayed intact. He glanced at me and smiled warmly, his eyes twinkling. I started full out laughing as his castle had crumbled while he was looking at me and he hadn't noticed yet. He gave me a look of confusion before looking down to see the broken tower. His lower lip popped out and his eyes saddened. He wimpered before flopping backwards onto the sand. I stood up and walked over to him.

"Harry," I called softly. His eyes were closed, but now they opened. He looked like he was about to cry. The boy takes his sand edifices very seriously. I smiled at him before taking his hand and helping him stand up. I gave him a big hug, which was interesting because I was all ready an inch taller than him. "You're short," I commented.

"I'll have you know I'm the second tallest in the band," he answered proudly, puffing out his chest.

"I'll have you know," I said in the same tone, "that doesn't mean you're not short."