Nacho Average One Direction Story

Fans (NotT The Ceiling Kind) and Louis tries pantshion... pants fashion

NIALL HORAN POV

I was terrified. Lizz was terrified. Liam was terrified. Zayn was terrified. Louis was terrified. Harry was terrified. It is safe to say we were all terrified.

"How did they know we were here?!" Liam asked, incredulous, looking around at all of us. I looked at Lizz first, and as soon as Liam finished his sentence, she looked directly at Harry, who hid his face a bit.

"Harry!" I complained.

"It is a long story. Wait for the movie," Harry muttered. Lizz laughed, but nobody else was amused.

"Harry!" Liam whined.

And then he launched into this whole story about a girl and slapping and drinking. Lizz interrupted him frequently, which was hilarious.

"Wow. You weren't kidding when you said that was a long story," Louis said and I laughed. It was clear he had not paid attention to anything he said.

Liam's mouth was gaping open.

"Don't do that, you'll catch flies," Lizz said, nailing Liam in the face with a pillow. Liam shook his head and got out of his weird trance.

"If we are all being honest, I didn't listen to anything you said. Now I am confused," Zayn voiced his thoughts.

"Man, I was there and I'm still confused," Harry laughed.

"Shit, that was a long story," just so happened to slip out out my mouth, but it was only a little thing. *cue laughter*

"Niall! There are ladies present!" Zayn reprimanded, pointedly looking at Lizz. I rolled my eyes because he was the third biggest swearer in the band behind Louis and I.

"Yeah," Lizz said nonchalantly as she looked down and picked at her nails, "You wouldn't want to offend Harry."

"And that's why I love her," Louis said after we had calmed down from laughing so much and he could actually manage to talk.

Something beeped. "Harry, our shirts are ready."

Harry nodded and followed Lizz to what I assumed was a laundry room. Harry came back from the room with a shirt on.

Outside, hundreds of girls started bawling and screaming Harry's name.

"Well I don't know of you guys have forgotten, but there are still about 200 hormonal teenage girls out in my yard," Lizz said, casually closing the curtains over the window. The levels of crying increased.

"I reckon to just send Harry out to them if they're so hormonal," Zayn joked.

"I ain't about that life no more, Mane," Harry replied.

"That's a double negative," Lizz mumbled and I laughed, but I was the only one who had heard her.

"I'm bored again," Harry said in a girly voice.

"Who has an idea on what to do?" Lizz asked.

"I do!" Louis shouted. Fast as lightning, Lizz got up and ran to Louis.

"I do." Then she kissed him on the cheek. "Yes! Now we are married!" Lizz exclaimed, jumping for joy, and landing on her bum instead of her feet. She is so challanged balance-wise.

Meanwhile, Louis had a horrified and sad expression on his face. "How will I tell Eleanor?" He asked rhetorically as he put his head in his hands.

"What was your idea, Louis, before something so tragic as marrying Lizz got in the way," Harry asked, smirking, and Lizz glared at him.

"Truth or dare," Louis said, and evil smirk on his face.