Nacho Average One Direction Story

An Ankle-Shakin Good Time

WEDNESDAY (yes, still)

HARRY STYLES POV

I made breakfast to perfection. 'That will show her' I thought with a smirk. I make a mean French toast. Everyone was up now that it was around 10am. Lizz had already explained to them we were going to get Madeline today and everyone was really excited.

"How's my food, Lizz?" I asked her. She glared at me. I smirked again.

"It's really good," she said in a voice so low even I wasn't sure she said anything.

"What's that? I can't hear you. You're mumbling, love," I pointed out, cupping my hand to my ear.

"It's really *cough* goo *cough cough*," she said.

"I'm sorry I really can't hear you," I told her straight up.

"It's really good! Gosh are you deaf?" She yelled at me before stalking out of the room. Wow.

"She doesn't like being wrong," said Flynn. "Like, REALLY doesn't like it."

"And she can't stand loosing. Even though no one can beat her. At least at sports and arguing," added Mickey, making gestures with his fork.

That's when we all started laughing at her little blow up. I decided I should go find her. I wandered off towards the stairs, still chuckling. She was actually laying on the banister railing. Okay, that was really dangerous.

"Have you ever fallen off?" I asked.

"Yeah," she answered simply. I chuckled. I sat down on the stair closest to her head.

"What was that all about?" I asked her, gesturing to the kitchen.

"I don't like being wrong," she said, turning her head away from me. She can be so childish sometimes.

"So I've heard," I said, but she showed no reaction. "Come on," I said, standing up. I grabbed her waist and tried to pull her off the railing but she clung to it like Rose clung to Jack in the movie Titanic. I resorted to tickling her with one had to make her let go. It worked brilliantly as she made a noise that you would think came out of a dinosaur, and curled up on the stair below mine to prevent more tickling. "You can't be right all the time," I reasoned.

She stood on her tippy-toes, making up for the difference of being on a lower stair. She looked me straight in the eyes and raised one eyebrow slightly. "I can be who I want to be. B.A.R.B.I.E. Barbie girl," she said in this deadly voice which contradicts the slogan for Barbie. I tried not laugh because even when she's mad, she's hilarious. Then she went around me, starting up the rest of the stairs. But as she passed me, I managed to grab her arm. And pull her down to my step.

"Woah woah woah. Easy, now. What is your problem?"

"I dont know. I'm nervous for Madeline's visit I guess," she mumbled grumpily, looking down.

"That is no reason to be mean to people. I'm here for you so don't push me away just because you're nervous for something," I told her while giving her a hug.

"I'm sorry," she sighed. "Do you ever have those days when you just feel like being a jerk?" She asked me, pulling out of the embrace.

"That would be a no," I replied.

"Meh," was all she said. She dropped her head so it was resting on my shoulder and sighed again. I gave her another hug and patted her back.

"We should return downstairs," I suggested. She nodded and slid down the banister on her bum. At the last moment, she swung her legs over the railing and hopped off onto the wooden floor. I decided that this wasn't something a rookie banister slider like me should do, so I stuck with the 'ol