Nacho Average One Direction Story

Angry Banana Chewing and Soccer Boys

Saturday

LIZZ MAYBERRY POV

"I can't believe I'm doing this. I don't want to do this!" I yelled at Harry as I hopped around, trying to get in my dress. I have stopped caring about changing in front of Harry seeing as he openly will change right in front of me with now shame.

"You'll thank me later." The dumb boy was already dressed in his 'Clubbing Outfit'.

"Doubtful." I finally get the dress on. I move my hair out of the way and walk backwards into Harry. "Zip it up, you stupid son of a hobo."

"I like that we are so close that you feel comfortable bad-mouthing my mother," Harry smiled and zipped the back of the dress up.

"I love your mother!"

"You don't even know her!"

"I bet she's hilarious." I had daydreamed about Anne a lot. Harry always told me he wanted us to meet in person first.

"Oh, no. My mum doesn't make jokes."

"She made you, didn't she?" I retorted, smiling that I finally got to use that line. Score!

Harry opened his mouth and closed it again. "Yeah. Yeah, she did." He frowned and I laughed. I was just too hilarious.

"Don't be all grumpy now! I'm the only one aloud to be grumpy."

Harry smiled really wide, stuck his pointer fingers in his dimples, and leaned forward, getting all up in my face with it.

As we walked downstairs I saw the other boys were dressed and talking about which club we shoud go to. "How are we going to get in it?" I inturupted them. They looked at me like I was telling a stupid joke, and went back to planning.

"Trust us, we can get in," Louis said as he came to stand by me in the bathroom as I did my make up and hair.

"How did you know the dress would fit me?" I asked him. He stared at me through the mirror.

"Harry knew your size. A bit creepy if you asked me," he laughed.

I played with a few hair styles before letting it hang loose again. "It's hopeless!" I cried. I pulled it all in a ponytail with a little poof in the front. This is out of my comfort zone. As I got out my scarce make up collection, Louis whistled.

"You don't have much make up."

"That's a true fact right there," I said in a southern accent.

"Why not?"

"Don't need make up, to cover up. Being the way that I am is enough-ough-ough," I told him in a normal voice but to the beat of the song. He rolled his eyes and smiled. "For one, I don't like getting up early. For B, I have really shaky hands. I was never good at painting nails, coloring, painting anything at all, now that I think about it," I explained.

"Do you realize your list went from one to B?"

"I do now," I laughed. I leaned against the mirror to steady my shaking hand.

Louis starting laughing really hard. "What?" I demanded.

"When you said you had a shaky hand, I didn't know it would be that bad! You shouldn't be a dentist," he advised.

I snorted. "Brain surgery and dentistry were always out of the question for me," I sighed. "Do you have shaky hands?" I asked him.

"Can you imagine me doing this?" He asked, pretending he was singing into a microphone that was shaking uncontrollably. "Of course I have steady hands, silly girl." He grabbed the make up from me and applied it.