Nacho Average One Direction Story

Truthski or Dareski

Tuesday

LIZZ MAYBERRY POV

"What's your big question, Louis?" I asked as I looked at him skeptically.

"Truth or dare?" He grinned devilishly. But it was to no avail on me.

"Wow. Was that lame or was that lame."

"It was pretty lame. Sorry bud," Harry agreed with me.

"That was your big reveal?" I asked.

"You're avoiding the question," Louis countered.

"Why don't you take Harry back behind that hill over yonder for uh a little seven minutes in heaven?" Louis asked slyly.

"Okay," I said, confused. I led Harry behind the hill. It was a short walk and I could still hear the laughter of the boys though they were out of sight. "Now what? What are we supposed to do?" I asked Harry.

Harry didn't say anything, well, first he laughed. Then he smacked his hands together and made odd noises.

"Help pig out of a ditch?" I guessed. Harry laughed briefly then tried something else. He hip thrusted then did a little dance. "Boogy like there's no tomorrow?"

"Last one and I'll tell you." He made an a-okay sign with one hand and by then I figured out where this was going.

"Aw no!" I yelled as I slapped my hands over my eyes as Harry lost it laughing.

"He wants us to do it. Whoopie. Make love. Have sex. Whatever you want to call it."

"Why?" I asked with wide eyes.

Harry shrugged. "Why does Louis do anything?"

Harry plopped down on the side of the hill and pulled me down beside him. "Why do you wince everytime someone mentions sex?" He asked, then laughed as I inadvertently winced at the word.

"I don't know. I was never, like, pretty-"

"I think you're very pretty-"

"No, no. I don't want to hear that. Really. You think that's what girls want to hear but that's not what I want. I hate that. It makes everything worse."

"Fine, you're ugly. Happy? You asked for it." I gave him a "Really?" look and he laughed again. "Finish your story."

"So I was never pretty and was never wanted by guys, so I was never around the pressures of kissing or anything farther and things like that. It just makes me so uncomfortable. I don't know why. I can take the teasing and stuff like that, but I just feel like weirded out by it."

"You're made uncomfortable by the weirdest things."

"I do not!"

"Yes, yes you do. Shoe tassles."

My eyes widened in fear. I hate those things. "That's not uncomfortable, that's fright."

"It's irrational fright, Lizz, how many times have we been over this?"

"It is completely rational!" I cried.

He sighed and I took deep breaths to calm my racing heart from the adrenalin coursing through my veins from even talking about the horrid things.

"What do we do for the next five minutes?" I asked.

"Well, we could roll down the hill?" He suggested.

"Yes!" I agreed. "There is a creek at the bottom so be careful."

"Yes, mum," he rolled his eyes at me.