Nacho Average One Direction Story

I DONT KNOW ABOUT YOU, BUT I'M FEELING 22... CHApters...

Monday

HARRY STYLES POV

We were walking into the mall when a young girl walked towards us. It was obvious she was coming to us because she was staring directly at us. I took in a deep breath, getting ready to say, "Hey babe I'm Harry. How are you doing? Do you want me to sign something?" But she went up to Lizz.

"Oh. My. Gosh. Lizz Mayberry? Can I get a picture?"

"No problem! Can my friend be in it too?" Lizz asked, gesturing to me. The girl nodded and I took off my beanie. I know it seems conceited, but I like it when people recognize me. When I did this, the girls' eyes widened and she mouthed my name. I laughed and yanked Lizz over to me by her waist, and pulled the girl to my other side, and took a few funny pictures.

"So. Are you two like, dating?" The girl asked.

Lizz and I looked at eachother. "Ew, no." We said at the exact same time which is a bit creepy but also hilarious.

The girl laughed and said she loved us and had to go. We each gave her a hug and waved as she walked away.

"She was nice," Lizz told me, squinting against the sunlight because we were still outside, not quite in the mall yet. I just nodded because that made me think about things. Usually I don't really think about fans as anything but just that: fans. Followers. But Lizz thinks of them in a different way. We just made that girl truely happy. And sometimes I need a reality check that way. I smiled and put my arm around Lizz's shoulder as we walked.

When we arrived in the mall, I had an eerie feeling that we were going to be doing a lot more things than buying shoes and gumballs. I smiled to myself. Such a full word to say! Gumballs. Gum-a-balls. Gumiballs. Balls of gum. Gum of balls. Gun of balls. Gum of pauls. Gun of Paul. PAUL! I miss him.

Suddenly Lizz bursts out laughing. "What?" I ask, laughing a little too, because it is so contagious.

"You," she said, pointing at me, "are SUCH an ugly drunk," she said out of nowhere. I stopped walking, dumbfounded. It has been a long time since I've been called ugly by someone that liked me. Haters say that all the time, but not people I care about. This is new. And odd. "I'm sorry, Harry, but you were so ugly."

"No," I denied, "I couldn't have been that ugly. I'm still pretty."

"Harry, it was really bad. What? Haven't been called ugly since you became famous and everyone drools over you?" Lizz teased.

"Usually only from haters, but then again, who cares what they think? Or a at least I don't try to. When I was little I got it kind of bad though. This group of kids would always always always refer to me as the Ugly Duckling and they got others to call me that as well."

"What did you say to them?" Lizz asked.

I shrugged and laughed a little. "My ten year old self said, 'Suit yourself. The Ugly Duckling is the one who ends up with all the babes.' And that shut them up pretty quickly." We laughed together, doing that awkward loud sigh at the end when you're done laughing really hard. Well we sighed at the same moment, which led to a second round of hysterics. I was cackling but Lizz was bent at the waist, eyes shut closed, and her mouth was open like she was laughing but no sound would come out. I had to keep a hand on her shoulder because I thought she might run into something with her eyes shut like that. She still wasn't making any noises. But every once in a while, she would take a deep breath in, and it sounded like she had just got the wind knocked out of her every time. It was so fetch. Yeah. Mean Girls is a great movie. Lizz slowly walked to a wall and lowered herself to the ground, shoving her face into her hands, and pressing her hands into the floor.