Nacho Average One Direction Story

Kowala Tea. Quality.

Tuesday

LIZZ MAYBERRY POV

"Wake me up, before you go, go! Cause I don't want to be riding solo! BREAKFAST TIME!" I heard Harry sing nicely, then scream. I groaned. Not a fan of waking up in the morning. Not a fan, at all.

"Is he for serious right now?" Liam asked increduoisly. I rolled off the sofa and thumped onto the floor on my face. Niall came and laid down over my body on my back.

"Is Niall for serious right now?" I countered, emphasizing Niall's name. I heard his laughter in my ear and smiled. He is too adorable.

"I get up," I said, dumping Niall off me and standing up. But I had stood up too fast, my vision clouded, my head pounded, and I fell over like a deadweight. I closed my eyes tightly at the pain.

"Lizz, darling. Get off me," Zayn said in a pleasant laughing voice.

"My b. Head rush."

"Big Time Rush?" Niall asked as he sprung up from the floor.

"No. Head rush," I laughed

"Toothbrush?" Liam asked.

"Hair that's lush?" Louis stood and itched his head.

"Enemies to crush?" Zayn's supplied while pounding his fist into his other palm.

"Food turned to mush?" That was Niall.

"Be nice, don't push," Liam repromanded nobody in particular.

"You're too loud. Shush!" I looked at Zayn with a "Really?" expression.

This is when I began walking up the stairs. By the time I got to the top, closed the door to the basement, and then the bookcase, Louis had just screamed out, "By God, Niall! Don't slap my tush!" I rolled my eyes.

Bacon. I smelled it. "What's crackalacking?" I asked my best friend in the whole wide world.

"It is not lacking the crackalaction of the crackle."

"It's too early for this," I grumbled and yanked out a stool from beneath the counter to sit on.

"Tea?" Harry asked.

"You know I don't like tea," I moaned into the wooden countertop.

"It will make you feel better, I promise!" He slid the cup over the counter slowly and repeatedly bumped it against my arm. Bump. Bump. Bump. Are. Bump. You. Bump. Kidding. Bump. Me. Bump. Right. Bump. Now. Bump. Please. Bump. Say. Bump. Yes. Bump. Bump. Bump.

"Alright!" I cried. "Alright alright alright I'll try your blasted tea!"

"Atta girl!" He grinned. He is far too cheery for this early in the morning.

"I'm a good sport, I'll try the God-forsaken tea," I mumbled slash cried desperately.

"I wouldn't call that being a good sport," he said sternly then proceeded to mock my earlier cries.

"Why are we friends?" I asked.

"Because I make you tea. Now drink it."

"But I don't wanna!" I whined like a seven year old but picked up the mug. "I've lived a good life."

"It's a cup of tea, not Russian Roloutte, now just drink it!" Harry chuckled.

I took a sip and swallowed. Nope. I still hated it. But the look on Harry's face was such innocence. I bit back my feelings of disgust and mustered up my best smile under the circumstances.