Nacho Average One Direction Story

El Baile Del Perrito

Tuesday

LOUIS TOMLINSON POV

Even though they claim they aren't in love, I can't help but still secretly think they are. As I watched them dance the tango around the kitchen with no music, I wished they could see it how I saw it. I wish they would at least give being in a romantic type relationship a try. But, alas, if it was forced upon them, it would not last. And that is why I have kept my mouth shut as best I can. Sometimes things slip out, though. I'm only human. Just kidding I'm Superman. Just kidding I'm not. Just kidding I am but I can't tell you about it. Just kidding I can but I don't like to. Just kidding I'd like to but I just don't like you. Just kidding I hate you. Just kidding I like you but you hate me. Just kidding we both like each other but it's complicated. Just kidding it's not complicated it's as easy as one, two, three. Just kidding I couldn't count to three until I was ten so it can't be that easy. Just kidding I was seven. Just kidding I was twelve.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! El baile del perrito! El baile del perrito!" Harry shouted in Spanish as he and Lizz danced. He shimmied his shoulders as he sang and it was hilarious.

"Do you even know what that means?" Lizz laughed.

"No. I saw it on Vine," Harry shrugged as he turned them so they were charging the other direction.

"It means the dance of the little dog," Lizz cackled and Harry laughed with her. As a finale, Harry spun her around a bunch and leaned her back over his arm so her long curly hair was almost touching the hard wood floor. Harry, being Harry, did jazz-hands with his free hand, effectively ruining the dramatic element. He is such a nutter.

"Ta-da!" Lizz grinned.

Harry scoped her up and gave her a high shoulder. It's like a high five, but with their shoulders. I don't even know, ask them about it, not me.

"Dinner time!" Liam drew out as he entered the kitchen with a bag full of whatever is in that bag.

"What do we got?" I asked, rummaging through the bag.

"All the best, none of the rest," Liam grinned at his rhyme.

"When you promised to make a dinner we would never forget, I didn't expect a few simple peanut butter and jelly sandwhiches!" I whined as I pulled out two sandwhiches enclosed in a clear plastic zip bag.

"I ain't even mad, thanks Liam!" Lizz said as she grabbed a sandwhich and sat on one of the stools at the big kitchen island counter, the rest of us filling up the other five stools.

"World famous band. Millions of fans. World tours. Best-selling alblums. World-records. Number one hits. Household names. And you guys are sitting in my kitchen. In Wisconsin. Eating peanut butter and jelly sandwhiches. With me."

"We love you, Lizz," Zayn said affectionately whilst wrapping his non-sandwhich-adorned hand around her waist in a side hug. I know this because I was sitting on the other side of the girl. And when Zayn was done side-hugging her, he poked me in the side, causing me to jolt, which I am not proud of, and squeal, which is the thing I am the least proud of in all my years of existence.

"I'm telling Eleanor that just happened," Lizz commented, looking at me and talking with her mouth full on purpose to agitate me. She was good at it.

"Twinkle, twinkle, little Lizz, close your mouth, you're disgusting," I sang to the tune of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. Who gives a rip if it doesn't rhyme. We are on vocal rest this summer. And therefore aren't helping with songs because they don't want us working to sing them. Therefore my rhyming skills are lacking due to improper excercising. You done just got served! I think is just made a true fact right there!