Nacho Average One Direction Story

Problems With Bacon

Thursday

LIZZ MAYBERRY POV

I heard my door open and was instantly suspicious. Whenever someone opens my door, I immediately wake up, no matter what.

I heard snickers but didn't open my eyes yet. I flopped onto my stomach and pulled the covers over my head and tucked them in under my chin. I was in a burrito and didn't want to get out.

Someone strummed a guitar. I froze. If this is what I think it is...

"It's time to get up in the morning..."

No.

I flew out of bed. "Oh. Hell. No. I've seen the video. Don't you try that shiznit with me!" I shouted in Zayn's face because his was closest to me because he was stranding on my bed. Wait. What? "And get off my bed! You can't stand on my bed!" I cried, aiding him in following my directions by pushing him off.

"YOU'RE standing on your bed," Niall pointed out.

I turned my attention to the Irish boy with the guitar. "That's because it's mine. I can do whatever I want to it," I said, hopping off my bed, grabbing Niall's guitar and going off downstairs to get food.

As I closed the door to my room with a slight amount of force, I heard complete silence, then Liam saying, "Well. She took that badly." I laughed so hard I nearly fell down the stairs.

After breakfast, we all kind of just stared at each other, waiting for someone to say they wanted to do something.

"We could watch a movie?" Louis asked. We all jumped on that idea, and clambored downstairs.

"What movie?" I asked, showing them the large selection.

"Titanic!" Harry shouted. I agreed and pulled it out of the 'T' section of my collection. Bum bum tiss bum bum tiss tiss section of my collection s-s-s-section of my collection wuddup yeah selections section collections Lizz out!

I put it in the new Xbox since my DVD player was broken, grabbed the controler and a remote, and sat down on the couch with the boys. The order was Liam farthest left, then Harry, Niall, me, Zayn, and Louis furthest right.

After we got setttled in and turned the lights off, I looked at Zayn, beside me. He was mouthing every word, his eyes fixed on the screen. I smiled and him.

At the part where Jack draws Rose naked, we all just stared straight ahead with expressionless faces. It was like I was watching this movie with my parents all over again.

Near the end of the movie, about where Rose cruely throws Jack overboard to save her slutty self, my eyes broke from the screen because I heard a sniffle. I looked two to my right to see Harry crying. I looked at Niall. Crying. Startled, I looked farther right and left.

And that is when I realized I am watching Titanic with One Direction, and I am the only one not crying their eyes out.

I finished the movie in silence. When it was over, I jumped up and turned on the lights. The boys all looked at each other's tear-stained faces and chuckled sheepishly.

I sat down in front of the couch and faced the boys. "So you all cry at the movie Titanic. Anything else interesting to share?"

"I don't like bacon," Zayn said in a gravely voice from all the crying.

"Oh no," I heard Harry softly say. Louis looked confused out of the corner of my eye.

I raised an eyebrow at Zayn's outrageous claim. "What?" I articulated.