Nacho Average One Direction Story

Burrito-ed

SATURDAY

Lizz Mayberry

I could feel someone hovering over me. My eyebrows scrunched together as I woke up further. I could smell Harry. I guess he could tell I wasn't sleeping anymore, but still wanted to be obnoxious because he yelled, "Wake up!" right in my face. My eyes flew open and I jerked my head back from the pure shock of someone's face two inches from mine.

I got that weird feeling when you're about to sneeze and my nose crinkled up. And, low and behold, I unleashed a mighty sneeze that could shatter bones into the unsuspecting face of my best friend, Harry Styles.

"Bless me!" I shouted. I put a hand on my throat, realizing that it was sore.

"Nice," he said with his eyes still shut tight and his lips pressed in a hard line.

"Sawrs," I grinned sheepishly. Harry rolled over off of my and left the room. I slowly rotated until I was about to fall off the bed. Then I put my leg out to stop that from happening. I looked at the floor next to my foot and saw about ten used kleenex. Appearantly I sleep-blow-my-nose. Well. That is embarrassing. Or perhaps it is a hidden talent instrumental in my future quest for world domination. In either case, it was just sort of gross right now. I threw away the kleenex and grabbed my duvet cover blanket comforter thing and viciously untucked it from my bed.

I wrapped the beautiful thing around me and lazily walked down the stairs. "Good morning," Niall smiled as I stumbled into the kitchen. I squinted against the bright light. Everyone was already up and had started making breakfast. But it was then that I realized something else: I wasn't hungry. I was sick.

I looked at each of the boys, with their perfect hair and glowing skin. "What, did you all get up at dawn?" I asked, quite spitefully, I might add.

"We got up five minutes ago," Liam said, confused. I just stared at them. Unbelieveable. I grunted in response and waddled to the living room and unceremoniously toppled over onto the couch halfway and fell to the ground. And I couldn't even break my fall because my arms were all burrito-ed up in my covers. I groaned again and tried to fall back asleep.

LIAM PAYNE POV

"She doesn't look so great," Louis commented to us when Lizz stopped groaning from the floor.

"She sneezed right in my face," Harry frowned. "She told me a week or so ago that she get a virus every summer. It lasts for about a day, it isn't contagious, but she feels completely shattered. Like she's been hit with a sledgehammer."

"Well. That sucks. But is also great video material," Louis laughed as he pulled out his phone. He pointed the camera towards us and we all put on our confused faces for the video.

"Is this being insensitive?" Zayn asked thoughtfully.

"Would we still be doing this if it was?" I reasoned and was met with resounding 'yes's. "Then why does it matter?"

"True," Niall agreed.

Louis pointed the camera to Lizz and recorded a clip of her layingon the floor burrito-ed up groaning occasionally. The next clip was of us lads squished together to fit in the frame. And we were looking suspiciously from side to side. Then Louis instructed us to get our comforters from our beds upstairs, so we brought them down. Then each of us wrapped up with our sleeping buddies and Harry coaxed Lizz to share her king sized blanket with him. Once we were thoroughly burrito-ed, Louis set up the camera to take a fifteen second video of us then turn off the phone. Quite a efficient director, he is. And so, we all laid on either side of Lizz and Harry.