Nacho Average One Direction Story

Patriocism and Canyaks

Thursday

HARRY STYLES POV

The rest of the long ride to the lake was filled with very, very, very bad singing. When we arrived at the Canoe and Kayak rental place, everyone jumped out to stretch their legs.

If a kayak and a canoe were in a relationship, I wounded what their ship name would be? Kaoe? Canyak? I like Canyak. I like that a lot.

About an hour later, we all had our water vessels. Lizz and I shared a canoe, Niall and Louis shared a kayak, and Zayn and Liam also shared a kayak. We set out with our Canyaks into the mid-day sun. It was getting very hot in here. So take off all your clothes. Wait. I ain't about that life no more, Mane.

We were riding the struggle bus, that was for sure. We had traveled about two meters in the last ten minutes. Frusterating much? The only thing that kept me sane was the fact that the other two groups had only gone a meter and a half in the last ten minutes.

"If we had a place we were aiming for, I think this would go faster," Niall said. Hey! Kid finally had a good idea!

"True," Lizz pursed her lips.

"I'm getting hungry. Let's aim for that island and we can have lunch there," I suggested. The big lake we were on had a thin but long strip of island right smack dab in the middle. The lake was surrounded, like all of Wisconsin except farms it seemed, by forests.

"Yeah! Good idea!" Liam shouted. His voiced echoed. He looked like a kid in a candy store, his eyes all wide. He laughed lamely once before, "Echo!" He roared and we all laughed as the word echoed off the trees and came back to us. Liam grinned.

"Child," Zayn reprimanded him in a posh voice.

Liam stuck his tongue out at him. And Zayn winked. Liam rolled his eyes. Zayn laughed. Louis, Niall, and Lizz laughed, too. Harry 'pft'ed. What? 'It's fun to talk in third-person.' ... thought Harry.

"Hey, Lizz!" Zayn shouted. Lizz looked back at him. "Don't they say wallpapering and canoeing you shouldn't do with your spouse?" He asked through a massive smirk.

"Yeah well then I guess it is good Harry and I aren't married, because we are kicking your butts into next week right now!" Lizz shouted back, looking him right in the eye. Lizz leaned back, still keeping eye contact with Zayn and held her hand out, palm facing up.

I looked at Zayn also and automatically slapped Lizz's hand in a high five gesture. "Apply water to area of burn!" I shouted at Zayn. I heard low 'oooooo's from the other boys. Lizz and I turned around and kept paddling.

We reached the island first. We went to explore while the others caught up. The long, thin island was mostly sand with a few small trees and some sparse bushes. Nice beaches, shining water. Perfect. It's not the California coast, but it sure is something.

Lizz was walking along when, surprise, surprise, she trips on a root. I reach out to her, grabbing her elbow, only to loose my balance too. How clichè.

Lizz hit the sand first, with me landing on top of her, faces an inch apart. I supported all my weight on my forarms so I wouldn't squash her.

"I feel so close to you, right now. It's a force field. I wear my heart upon my sleeve, like a big deal. Your love pours down on me, surrounds me like a waterfall. And there's no stopping us right now. I feel so close to you right now." Lizz sang, voice distainted with laughter, and I caught on, thinking for a moment.

"Do you know what you started? I just came here to party. But now we're rocking on the dance floor, actin' naughty. Your hands around my waist. Just let the music play. We're hand in hand, chest to chest, and now we're face to face," as I flopped us over so she was now laying on me. I grabbed her hands and moved them around as she started singing again. It was like dancing whilst laying down.