Nacho Average One Direction Story

Awesomeness That Is Quite Severe

LOUIS TOMLINSON POV

FRIDAY

When I got to Liam's flat, I could hardly contain my excitement. I was bouncing, then swaying. I settled on cowboy-ing. I put a fist out in front of me and pretended I was on a horse, my fist representing me holding the reigns. And I sort of sashayed, I guess, to the lift. I slapped the air behind my bum as if to slap the horse's, and yelled, "Ya! Ya! Giddy up!" People gave me weird stares. Some of the residents recognized me because I come to Liam's flat often. I tipped my imaginary hat to some of these people I knew, and got into the lift.

I hit the button for the top floor. When it dinged, I held the doors open with one hand, and pressed all the buttons with the other. The whole panel was lit up and looked sort of like a Christmas tree. I smirked as I walked to Liam's door. That will be such a bother for the next person to use the lift! I love it!

I got out the spare key I had made to Liam's flat... I guess today will be the day he finds out I have one. *Evil smile and laugh meanacingly*

I paused, ready to put the key into the door. That was weird. I only heard Liam and Zayn's voices. Right. Harry wasn't coming. That is really sad. I almost started tearing up but then I slapped myself on the cheek.

"Ow!" I yelled. That was the hand that held the key. "Mother of God," I muttered as I inserted the key into the lock and turned. I took the key out and swung the now unlocked door wide open.

"3 of you arrived here today. But only one will leave..." I said dramatically in a loud voice, looking off into the middle-distance.

"LOU!" Liam shouted.

"LOUIS!" Zayn screamed happily.

And then I was tackled with hugs. Literally tackled. My cheek was smushed into the dark hardwood floor. Liam was laying on top of me, his head on my chest and his arms wrapped around my torso. He was kissing my chest. Such a strange child.

Zayn was sitting on top of Liam's back, which meant he was also sitting on me. He was bouncing. BOUNCING. Yelling, "Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay! LOU! Yay! Yay! Yay! BADGER! Yay! Yay! Yay! LOUIS!" Each time he came down of his bounce, he'd shout out another word.

"Hey, guys," I chuckled. They finally got off of me and I gave them each a proper hug. Then we fell to the couch in exhaustion from all the energy we had exerted in such a small ammount of time. We sighed happily in unison, then broke out in laughter at that.

"Where is Niall?" I asked.

"Should be here any second," Liam said, looking at his watch, "His plane landed some time ago."

"Alright!" I said excitedly.

We all sat around talking for about five more minutes before the conversation dimmed down and we all just smiled at eachother. I was creepy and nice at the same time. I think we were all just waiting for Niall to get here.

Right at that moment, Niall burst through the door. We all burst off the couch to hug him, but stopped at we saw the look on his face. He was glaring. Right. At. Me.

"Where have you been, mate?" Liam asked cautiously.

Niall turned to look at him, "Well. I would have got here earlier but the lift kept me out. Some idiot made it got to every bloody, God forsaken floor, before going back down to the first one again. Then I had to press the button to go all the way up to this one."

'Awkward.....' I thought to myself. I turned my head down and to the side, away from them, blinking profusely, like I had something in my eye. Except I didn't. I sometimes do this when I am hiding something, and stuff like that. Its completley random, though. Sometimes I can lie just fine, then other times, I turn into this blinking idiot. I can't help it. But the lads, who know me better than anyone, can pick up on it from a kilometer away.