Nacho Average One Direction Story

37 - I Literally Have No Other Title But The Number

MONDAY

LIZZ MAYBERRY POV

Monday. The day of Mon. The Mon of day. The day after Sunday. The day before Tuesday. The first day of the work week. Work week of the first day. The opposite of Thursday night.

"Are you freaking kidding me right now." I heard Louis's voice. I opened my eyes and freaked out for a second because I wansn't in my beloved bed. Then I remembered that after the game last night, Niall suggested we try sleeping on the stairs. I don't even know. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but now everything just stinking hurts.

"What is the problem, Louis?" I asked, looking down a few steps to see him smash a pillow on top of his face.

"You are the problem! 'Monday. The day of Mon. The Mon of day.'" He immitated me in a horrible voice.

"I didn't know I was talking out loud, B. My mistake, homie."

He sighed and after a second I could hear him snoring again. I bet when he wakes up in an hour he will not remember this conversation.

I got up and stretched. I would not suggest sleeping on stairs. It janks up your body. I winced. Everything was sore. I dodged the mine field of bodies as I decended the stairs.

Suddenly a hand grabbed my right ankle. I gasped loudly and in a knee-jerk reaction, yanked my foot up and out of the person's grasp. I clutched the banister for dear life as I fell forward, unbalanced and freaked out by the person grabbing my toes on my left foot. I looked to whom the hands belonged to.

The hand belonged to Liam. Once I got out of his grasp, I just observed him for a few minutes. It was so creepy. He sleep-moves-his-hands. He started pounding on the stairs, grabbing the banister, groaning and such. Creaky exorcist type crap. I ran downstairs and grabbed a pool stick.

"Liam! Liam, get up!" I whisper shouted as I poked him in the shoulder with the wooden stick. He grabbed the stick from my grasp and threw it into the wall beside the stairs. At the loud noise, all the boys woke immediately.

"The hell?" Niall asked groggily.

"Did you know that Liam turns possessed when he sleeps?" I cried. Liam gave me a confused look.

"He only does that when he's uncomfortable," Louis answered.

"Like if I'm sleeping on stairs, for example, I guess."

"Well it scared the bejebus out of me."

"Where did the bejebus go?" Zayn asked, speaking for the first time.

"What?"

"The bejebus that was scared out of you. Where did they go?"

"I... I don't know, actually. Hmm."

"Can you make breakfast?" Harry asked as he rubbed his face and ran his hands through his hair.

"If you love me and I'm beautiful," I said and started walking towards the kitchen.

"I love you and you're alright I guess if I squint one eye, tilt my head just so and close my other eye!" He called to me.

"How charming!" I pretended to swoon. I plopped down on one of the chairs in my kitchen and scrolled through Twitter on my iPod.

"Um, excuse me? I don't smell breakfast food," Harry said in a preppy girl's voice as he walked into the kitchen. He grabbed my head from behind and shook it randomly. He does those kind of things. Silly boy. "Make me breakfast, wench!" He shouted at me jokingly. "Please," he added sweetly.