Nacho Average One Direction Story

Sacks and the Dog House

Tuesday

HARRY STYLES POV

"Yeah, I think I'm going to hit the sack too," I said as I stood up and stretched, obviously making baby dinosaur noises as I did so.

"You're going to what?" Niall asked.

"Hit the sack," I started laughing because I just realized how odd of an expression.

"Repeat!" Louis shouted and I began laughing harder.

"Hit the sack!" I shouted back.

"Repeat slow motion!" Liam called from upstairs.

"Hit the sack!" I said slower than humanly possible. Because I wasn't a human. I was... other. Oh, yeah.

"Lizz, Harry won't stop talking about sacks," Zayn jokingly complained and Lizz burst into a fit of cackles. Most girls would burst into a fit of giggles. Lizz isn't most girls, though. No, not Lizz. Giggling and Lizz do not go together at all. Niall giggles more often than Lizz does.

"How about hay, Harry? Do you want to hit the hay?" Lizz asked.

"That doesn't make sense but okay!" I said in a voice I can't explain. It was almost an announcer voice but not quite sort of. I pulled her up from the couch to stand next to me.

"If you're ready for bed, kids, say, 'Aye-aye Captain!'" Louis shouted whilst standing up. Niall and Zayn stood up too. Appearantly this is a standing activity.

"Aye-aye Captain!" We shouted together. I faintly heard Liam telling us to shut up from upstairs.

"I can't hear you!" Louis said like the weird bearded guy in the Spongebob SquarePants theme song does.

"Aye-aye Captain!" We shouted even louder. A definite groan came from upstairs.

"Who dwells in a pineapple under the sea?" I asked the lyrics in a normal voice like they were a legitimate every-day question I had simply forgotten the answer to.

"Is he absorbant, yellow, and porous?" Niall asked the same way I did.

"Does nautical nonsense just so happen to be something you wish?" Lizz asked.

"Would you be interested in dropping on the deck and flopping like a fish?" Zayn asked seriously in a posh voice, tapping his fingertips together to add to his solemn persona. Lizz fell back on the couch laughing.

This is where we all broke down in laughs. After a collective, "Ahhhhhh," Louis, Niall, and Zayn made their way upstairs.

I waited for Lizz to get up but she never did. She died. Lolz jk. Did I really just say that in my head? Wow. Embarrassing.

I checked her for a pulse, but after finding one, pretended she was dead anyway. Because that's the kind of friend I am. When I pressed to fingers lightly below her jaw, I saw her closed eyes squeeze shut a bit tighter and her lips try not to smile. "Damn. Lost another one," I muttered jokingly as I draped a nearby blanket over her still body. "Rest in peace, friend." I began to walk away when I heard a groan that turned into a laugh. I smiled at the sound. "She's alive! It's a miracle!" I ran back to the couch and hugged her.

"Tired," she whined like a big baby.

"Let's go to bed then," I laughed whilst pointing. I kicked her very lightly once. It was more like a nudge.

She whimpered and held her arms up, opening and closing her hands like a complete child. "You have got to be kidding me. Lizz. Get up." She whimpered again and pouted. "Fine," I gave I because I knew I wouldn't win against that face.