Nacho Average One Direction Story

Shopping and Wisconsin

Saturday

HARRY STYLES POV

I was sitting at the island, reading online articles about myself on my phone. Latley I've been dead, impregnating several women, and going on a trip to the moon with a kowala bear and monkey corpse. I shook my head in disgust.

Joy strolled into the kitchen. "Well. Today is Saturday, and we usually do family things, so Lizz is off work. I'm sorry, but we only bought 5 tickets to go to Summer Fest (A/N Summer fest is this HUGE music festival held in Milwaukee, Wisconsin every summer). It's a pretty big band, so the tickets are sold out. Anyhow, you can do whatever you want today. As far as I know, Lizz isn't doing anything, or you could just explore. If you do go to Lizz's house, here is a spare key so you don't have to wake her up," Joy said, giving me a key. Then my aunt and uncle, and all my cousins got into their car and left.

"Well. That was fast," I said to myself. I blinked a few times, still trying to take in all the information she gave me in such a short ammount of time.

"I guess I'm going to Lizz's house," I told myself. I grabbed my wallet and phone and walked out of the house, closing the door behind me.

I strolled over to the blue house and let myself in the front door. As I walked upstairs. I thought about how much I liked her house again. I thought that the first time I was here. I checked the first bedroom to see that she wasn't in there. I found her in the second bedroom I looked in. She was sleeping peacefully on the bed, her body sprawled every which way. Theo was laying on the pillow next to her.

There are some people in this world that I like to ruin peace more than others. Lizz is one of these people. I walked in very quietly. I made my way across her clean floor to the windows. I yanked open the blinds, letting the light flood in, as I yelled, "Show me your city!" Theo let out a cat-shriek and flew of the bed, springing out of the room. Lizz jumped up in bed, and in one fluid motion pulled a wooden baseball bat out from between her mattresses. Then, in a not-so-fluid motion, she, I assume, got a head rush and lost her footing, falling off the bed.

She then let out an annoyed and painful-sounding groan. I fell to the ground in laughter, clutching at my sides. The whole event was just too funny. She looked up quickly, and seeing it was me, stood up and walked over to me. She glared at me before leaning down, and punching me in the stomach. It wasn't hard enough to cause serious damage, but, man, this girl can pack a punch! I let out a groan as I tried to get up without engaging my stomach muscles. Needless to say, I was no longer laughing. She smiled a bit at my obvious pain then turned on her heel, walking out of the room. I followed after her.

"You scared my cat," she said. It was just a statement of fact. I don't know why, but her tone amused me.

"I'm sorry," I chuckled. "Don't you wanna know why I'm in your house?"

Lizz shrugged, "Just couldn't get enough of my amazing abode? Couldn't stand being away from my awesomeness? Have a hobby for cruelly waking people up? Like to break into peoples' houses for entertainment? Couldn't jus-"

I cut her off, "Or, or, or maybe the Ryders ditched me and told me to either spend the day alone, or with you. I choose with you."

"How sweet," she said sarcastically. I sat at the granite island in her kitchen as she got out two bowls for cereal. I hadn't expected her to make some for me, too. It did a little dance. I call it the Macedonian Moroccan Conga. I have never been to Macedonia or Morocco, but if they were mixed together and they Conga-ed, this is what I think the dance would look like. The MMC. You just wait, it'll catch. "So what do you wanna to today? I was gonna do some shopping, but if you wanna do something more interesting?" She said, trailing off into a question at the end.