Nacho Average One Direction Story

How Come

STILL SUNDAY

LIZZ MAYBERRY POV

At some point I realized the phone was ringing. I picked up and answered, "Hello?" I frowned at my voice. It was hoarse and crackly.

"This is Mrs. Ryder," the woman choked out. My eyebrows drew together in confusion. "Harry's gone," she sobbed.

"What do you mean gone?" I said loudly.

"I- I don't know. He stomped home, slamming doors and such. He went to his room for ten minutes, then came back up. He said 'I've really done it this time,' and he looked like he was crying. He said he'd be right back but it has been an hour and now it is dark and I'm worried and I don't know what happened and Anne is going to kill me." He voice broke on the last part as she drawed out the 'me'.

"Do you know where he went?" I asked.

"No, but he took the car. What happened?" I explained to her briefly about what went down and said I was going out to look for him. She really looses it when she gets worried. She loves Harry like her own son.

I ran downstairs and grabbed my Psych lanyard with my keys on it. I jumped in my car, started it up, and sped out of my driveway. I put on my brights to try to see off the road as I drove around my neighborhood. I didn't see him anywhere, so I made my way downtown. We had walked here with the kids the other day. I prayed to God he didn't remember where the only bar in our town was, but as I rounded the cornner and saw the familiar grey Mustang convertable parked on the street, my heart sank.

I pulled up beside it and parallel parked like a boss. I put the lanyard around my neck and ran inside the Hog Alley Tavern. I looked around the place, my height being an advantage for once. I spotted Harry. He was sitting front and center at the bar, with a slutty looking blond straddling his lap.

I stalked my way over there just as the blond purred, "Let's go somewhere," and the bartender handed Harry another beer.

"No. No. No, no, no. He is definetly not going somewhere!" I shouted at the blond over the loud music.

"Hop off!" She shouted in my face before calling me a bitch and kissing Harry's chest. I cringed. The both smelled like alcohol. I turned angrily to the brunette bartender. She was wearing a black waist-apron, a long sleeved white shirt, and over that, the official black shirt of the bar.

"He is 18! He isn't legal!" I shouted, "What possessed you to give him alcohol?!"

"He's Harry Styles," she replied, shrugging.

"You're impossible," I muttered but she didn't hear me.

"Come on, Harry, we're leaving now," I told him, roughly shoving the blond off him and yanking on his arm.

"Nooooooooo," Harry whined, swinging the arm I wasn't holding around blindly until it connected with my face. "Uh, oh," he giggled, then hiccuped. He hadn't swung very hard, he just underestimated how big he was, and it was definitely going to leave a black eye. I bent over and caressed my face for a second, giving the blond enough time to get up.

"See? He wants to stay here!" She shouted.

"No. He is coming home!" I pulled out his phone and unlocked it, typing in 'poopoo', the password we decided on for him. I tried not to laugh as I saw the aardvark picture as I unlocked the phone. I had work to do. I showed her the picture of Harry and I in the background. "It's me, okay? This is him and me in this picture. We are leaving now." She called me a few more dirty words and walked away to the dance floor where she began to grind nastily with the first male specimen she spotted.