Nacho Average One Direction Story

Spoons and Peanutbutter. P.S. I Can Now Sympathize With Liam on the Spoon Issue.

Sunday

LIZZ MAYBERRY POV

Ben was driving my car with Harry in the back, and me in the passenger seat. We decided to go to Red Robin (yum). We arrived and were seated.

"Hello, my name is Jamie, and I will be your server tonight. Can I start you off with some drinks?" The waitress asked, looking directly at Harry and I rolled my eyes.

"Coke, please," Ben answered.

"Mountain Dew, thank you," I said.

"Just a water, please," Harry replied. "Thanks, love," he added. The waitress giggled and winked at him before walking away.

"You are such a flirt," I said, staring at Harry in disbelief. He gave me a cheeky smile and shrugged. I rolled my eyes at him and Ben scoffed.

"You think I couldn't get her to smile at me like that? She seems easy," Ben replied. I didn't like where this was going.

"No. We know that you could both do that," I tried to derail this plan, but I was outspoken.

"Okay. It is so on. It's on like Donkey Kong. First to get her number wins. Loser buys the food," Harry challenged. I was right, I did not like where this was headed, even though I got a free meal out of it either way.

"No, no, silly boys. No! Ben, no. Do not agree to that-"

"Let it begin," Ben said simply, smirking. Harry smirked too.

"No," I groaned, putting my head in my hands.

We got our drinks and there was much flirting. And far too much giggling and twirling of hair. The waitress wouldn't stop twirling her hair either. I told Harry it was weird to twirl his hair as much as he was doing, but he disregarded me with a flitting hand gensure in my direction. When Harry did his signature hair flip Jamie was a goner, slipping him her number on a napkin. Ben hung his head in defeat and Harry sat up a little straighter. He smirked cockily.

"Are you ever even gonna call her?" I asked Harry.

"No. I'm not going to put her number in my phone. Too much bother," Harry answered. I sighed and shook my head in annoyance.

"You're unbelievable," I told him. My best friend is an unbelievable player. I repeated to myself.

When we were done eating, the waitress came by to get our bill. Ben took care of that quickly. We stood as Jamie gave Ben his card back. Harry hugged her and kissed her cheek. I glared at the back of his head and sighed. Ben and I made our way to the car and Harry joined us soon thereafter.

What Makes You Beautiful came on the radio. Ben and I rolled our eyes, and Harry laughed. We sang the song, Ben and I horribly on purpose and Harry angelicly. We all had different ideas of how the end should go.

"You don't know you're beautiful," Harry sang, obviously.

"You don't know you're hideous," Ben sang, laughing.

"You don't know how good we sew," I sang at the top of my lungs.

We all bust into laughter as we pulled into my driveway. My anger at Harry was almost completely gone now. It is hard to stay mad at your best friend.

Harry went home, and Ben and I went to bed. I had to go to work in the morning.

MONDAY

I woke up to my alarm blaring. I turned it off and wimpered to myself for a few minutes, flailing my limbs occasionally. Finally, I rolled out of bed and onto the floor. Not having the energy to stand up, I continued the log-roll motion. I rolled into my closet and laid there for a moment, gathering up the courage to stand up.