Nacho Average One Direction Story

Just Like Dogs

Tuesday

LIZZ MAYBERRY POV

I woke up before my alarm clock. A miracle? I think yes. I threw on some athletic shorts and a t-shirt from a basketball camp I was in back in highshool. The glory days. I ate a cereal bar and headed to the Ryder's house. Just kidding, remember? I'm a fatty. I had a bowl of cereal, a large piece of cinnamon chip bread and a glass of milk. Then I wobbled to the Ryder's house.

"How are my favorite people?" I asked as I walked throught the front door. No one answered me. "I said how are my favorite people!" I almost shouted. Still no answer. I saw a post-it note on the counter and read it. It explained that Joy and Matt already left for work. I shrugged and placed it in the recycling. Oh, yeah! Goin' green.

Similar to a desert fox, I stealthily climbed the stairs and checked in each child's bedroom to find they were all still sleeping. I then creeped down two flights of stairs into the basement. I walked into Harry's room to find him on his phone in bed.

He looked over at me. "What's crackalacking?" He asked as I walked to his bed and laid down, pulling the covers over me.

"Not much. The kids are still asleep. And you?"

A worried expression came over his face as he said, "Just looking on the Internet. The fans found us. I suspect by tomorrow, we will have a crowd of screaming girls on this street and around the houses."

"Oh dear," I said.

"'Oh, dear' is right," Harry scoffed. We just laid there in silence as I watched him do whatever on his phone. It was very nice and relaxing, but silences make me nervous. It's just a thing I have, okay?

"What else is going on?"

"Not much. I'm kind of hungry. Eat with me?" He asked.

"Of course."

We raced upstairs and Harry made two bowls of cereal. I didn't have the heart to tell him I already ate breakfast after he had made a bowl for me, so I decided to just eat it. #OverIt. Oh, God. I just said that in my head. I'm just one of those people where someday, they are going to put Syndrome after my last name and diagnose crazy people with it. E Mayberry Syndrome. I'd say it has a nice right ot it. I, for one, would be honored to be diagnosed with that. Even if it meant I was mental.

"What do you want to do?" I asked as he handed me my bowl.

"Let's be dogs," he suggested seriously.

"Okay."

And so, we ate our cereal under the kitchen table without utensils; just like dogs.

HARRY STYLES POV

When we were done eating breakfast under the table, we sat on the couch, just waiting for the kids to get up. That's what I love about Lizz though. If I suggested eating like dogs to anyone else, they'd roll their eyes or laugh it off. But not her, she just goes with the flow wholeheartedly. It's just fun to watch, because it either ends up being hilarious or getting her in trouble. Which, now that I think about it, is hilarious too.

Lizz's badly stifled giggle turning into a full blown laugh disrupted my thoughts. Ignored it at first, thinking she just remembered something funny, because she does that a lot, but the second time she giggled, I looked over at her. She was looking at her iPod, scrolling through something.

"What are you looking at?" I asked, clamboring over to her awkwardly and trying to not fall off the couch at the same time. I accidently elbowed her in the face and she glared at me.