Nacho Average One Direction Story

Applesauce

Wednesday

LIZZ MAYBERRY POV

My alarm clock sounded, doing the annoying beeping pattern. I sighed, not because I was tired, but because I just do that every morning, and it felt weird not to. I slowly rolled until I fell out of my sweet, sweet bed. Sommersaultinh to my way into the closet, I picked jorts (jean shorts) and a shirt that said 'I've heard it both ways' from Psych.

For breakfast, I made pancakes for myself.

After drowning them in syrup and powdered sugar, I scarfed them down. The pancakes I make are literally a small-scale heart attack waiting to happen.

I was a sunny day outside. I drove to the Ryder's house since I would have to drive the kids to Gymboree anyway.

"People! We are leaving in 5 minutes weather you have had breakfast or not!" I shouted. Everyone was hustling around me, trying to get ready in time. I wouldn't really make them leave without breakfast, but they don't know that.

I walked down to Harry's room and asked him if he wanted to come with me to Gymboree.

"Mother of God, woman! Stop waking me up!" He had whisper-shouted, rolling onto his stomach and pressing his face into the pillow.

"I take that as a no," I said, closing the door.

I heard a series of very loud groans before a, "FINE!" And drawers slammed around. I smiled to myself. He can't resist the face. Then I laughed. Yeah right. You couldn't PAY nobody to look at this face.

Once we were all in my Jeep, we had a massive sing along to Gymboree. Harry and I dropped off the kids and people looked at us like they were our kids. There was judgement. We just laughed about it all the way home. Actually on the way home, we did scales.

"On a scale of 1 to 10, how much do you like bananas?" He asked.

"11-"

"DON'T BREAK THE SCALE! YOU CAN'T BREAK THE SCALE!" Harry screamed at me and I chuckled.

"Fine! A 9."

"Okay, so you were all ready to break the sacred scale, then you only give it a 9? Women..."

"I'll ignore that," I laughed. "On a scale of 1 to 10, how much do you miss the boys?"

"Easily a 15."

"But you just said not to break the scale!"

"Yeah, but it is okay to break it in increments of five."

"You are impossible," I told him as we pulled into my garage.

We went inside and I changed into sweatpants and a t-shirt. Harry was eating applesause at the kitchen counter. I grabbed a cup of applesauce and stood in front of him.

"Woah!" I shouted as Theo brushed against my leg. It tickled and my limbs flailed and oops, there goes my appleschnaus all over Harry's shirt.

"Hey! Lizz!"

"It was an accident!" I cried, "Can't you just lick it off?"

"Lick it off. She wants me to lick- I CAN'T JUST LICK IT OFF LIZZ, IT IS A $300 SHIRT!"

"If you ask me, $300 shirts are just begging to get into trouble."

"Well I'm not asking you Lizz," Harry snapped and I rolled my eyes. He took off his shirt and I tried to keep my eyes of of him. I know he is my best friend, BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN I CAN'T APPRECIATE THE GOODS!

"How do you know it was $300 if you're from England? Don't you use pounds or euros or something?"

"I bought the shirt in the States. Maybe that is why it is so overpriced!"

"Easy there LeRoy," I warned, taking his shirt and putting it in the washer.

"LeRoy. I can honestly say I haven't heard that one before," he laughed, him watching his abs flex and unflex.

I lifted his chin up," Okay. I don't think there is fair representation here."

"How do you mean?"

"Well you are over here bragging with your glorious abs, and no one to compete against."

"Am I spending too much time with you or did that just make sense? Here," he explained, tipping some of his applesause out of his little container and onto my shirt.

"I don't know that is quite what I meant," I laughed and he shrugged. I took my shirt off so I was just in my sports bra and sweatpants. It was my absoloute favorite sports bra. It was plain black, but it was the most comfortable thing in the world universe galaxy. I threw my shirt in the washer with his.

"Nice bod, brah. Far out. Gnarly. Good deal," he said in a California-Surfer-Hippie accent. I laughed really hard because he had it down to a tee.

We finished the applesauce we hadn't spilt on eachother, and went downstairs to set up the XBox system Harry had bought for me yesterday. When I was on the 5th to last stair, Harry pants-ed me, yanking down my sweatpants. Luckily, I always wear my navy blue compression shorts under sweatpants. I patted myself in the back. This, and the pants around my ankles, caused me to loose my fragile balance, and tumble down the remaining stairs and face plant into the carpet. I groaned for a while. I looked up to see Harry slip a little himself, and, using the railing, lower himself onto a step where he resumed his cackling.

"I'm halfway sorry, Lizz. Sometimes I just can't help myself!"

"You're halfway forgiven then," I muttered, but I guess he heard me, because he started laughing harder, if that is even humanly possible.

We had spent about 15 minutes figuring the XBox out when we heard the doorbell ring. We raced each other up the stairs. It was painful. Halfway up Harry stopped and turned to me, panting for breath. "Lizz, make a note of this. Note to self: Don't race up stairs."

"Harry. You can't make a note to self to me. It is a note to yourself. It can't be to another person for yourself."

"Note to self: Have a kid. Name it 'to self'. Make notes to it." I laughed and rolled my eyes. "The door," Harry reminded me.

"Right. The door."

We walked single file up the rest of the stairs. That's right, we are good little children. There are windows lining my front door and as you come out of the basement steps and turn towards the door, you can see through them. We caught a glimse in them and you would never believe what we saw.

(A/N)

This was originally grouped with a different chapter but I haven't had a cliff hanger yet and I don't do them often, so I just felt like it. Also, that is why it is so short, it is a part of a longer chapter.

I'm sorry. A bit.