Nacho Average One Direction Story

Hell on the Heart

Wednesday

LIZZ MAYBERRY POV

I had no freaking idea what I was going to get Harry for Best Friend Day. But that was besides the point now. We were going to the Wisconsin Dells today. And I was psyched.

The Wisconsin Dells are this huge waterpark tourist trap thing. It's ridiculously huge. It was about two and a half hours away.

"Harry!" I whisper-shouted as I stirred him awake.

"Wha?" He asked in a gravely voice.

"Let's get Zayn... up," I said and winked on the last word. Harry's eyes widened and he nodded furiously. We ran quietly downstairs and got our squirt guns. I know what you're thinking. They had squirt guns right there? Convienient. But the truth is we always keep our squirting guns near and dear.

Once the were filled with water, we crept back upstairs. We tiptoed into Zayn's room and got in position. Where was Liam? Harry cut off my train of thought. "This! Is! Sparta!" He whisper-shouted dramatically before pulling the trigger with a vengeance. He was yelling for real now and not even looking where he was pointing the gun. I think only 17% of the water even got on Zayn. I, however, was aiming short spurts directly for the middle of his forehead.

Zayn didn't even open his eyes. He just grabbed the covers and dragged them over his head with a low grunt. Harry and I started laughing and ran out of the room. "Louis?" Harry asked. I nodded.

We cracked the door open to see not only Louis and Niall in there, but Liam too. So that's why he wasn't in Zayn's room. Niall and Liam were sitting against a wall of the room, talking softly. Liam kept glancing at his phone. This made me smile because I bet he was texting Macey.

We motioned for them to be quiet and directed our attention to Louis. He was laying in bed with the covers pulled almost all the way over his head. I could see a few little tufts of his brown hair sticking up behind the covers.

As we moved into position, Louis flung back the covers, revealing a huge water gun that he started spraying us with. "No today, motherfluffers! Not to-day!" He screamed then ran out of the room in only his boxers and one sock half-way on his foot.

"Surprising," Harry commented with water flying off his lips as he spoke. I laughed and nodded.

"Were you an informant?" I asked Liam.

"I've got no idea what you're talking about," he smiled and led Niall past us and out of the room.

"We were tricked," Harry said sadly as he jumped on my back. "Piggy-back me," he demanded. My knees wobbled under his weight as I struggled out the room and down the hall to the stairs.

"This won't end well," I sighed as I stepped tentitively down the stairs, clinging to the railing all the while. About 75% of the way down is where it went wrong. My foot slipped off the carpeted stair and down we went.

Harry screamed like a little girl as we fell. I landed on him with a grunt. "Lose... weight," Harry said.

"Food! I love it," I said in a voice I can't even begin to explain.

"Food! Stop loving it!" Harry said back in the same voice.

"You're fat," I told him.

"You're ugly," he said back.

"Your personality is of the poopooish variety."

"You're intolerable."

"You're stuck-up."