Nacho Average One Direction Story

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Thursday

LIZZ MAYBERRY POV

"Everyone up it is time to eat breakfast!" Louis positively shouted louder than ever before. I opened my eyes to see Louis shimmying, yes, shimmying, around the room and four other boys laying on the ground beside me.

Harry, being the closest to me, was the first person I obnoxiously shook to wake up. I turn into a jerk when I'm happy. And we were swimming today. And swimming makes me happy. He opened his eyes slowly, grabbed my arms, and shook me with a vengeance. "You see how annoying that is?!?" He cried in my face before laying back down, face pressed into his pillow.

"But we are going to eat breakfast, Harry," I said quietly as I patted his head. His outburst didn't really bother me because usually I'm the one complaining about not getting up.

"Will there be good breakfast?" He mumbled into the pillow. I was the only one that understood his question.

"Of course."

"Then I'm ready," he said as he stood up and flattened his hair a bit. He grabbed me by the waist and slung me over his shoulder. "We wish to devour the unborn!" Harry yelled as he walked us through the door way, stopping dead in his tracks when he say an old lady staring at him in shock.

"Eggs. We are going to go eat eggs," I explained quietly to the elderly woman. She nodded slowly and I whispered urgently for Harry so start walking again. I felt a little bad as I stared ar her going back to her room over Harry's shoulder. I think we gave her a heart attack.

Right as I was in the middle of my second waffle, Louis and the other boys sat beside Harry and I. It was hard to fit all of us at one round breakfast table. Niall didn't have room to fit a chair, I didn't have room for my plate, Louis didn't have room for his elbows, Harry didn't have room for his hair, Liam didn't have room for any personal space whatsoever, and Zayn didn't have room in his body to have the patience for this. He stood up, grabbed Niall, and dragged him away to a vacant table.

"Sometimes I think Zayn hates me," I said very quietly.

"He isn't always appreciative to newcomers is all," Louis assured but I frowned.

"It's fine. Let's eat so we can go swim."

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"Do you have a death wish?" I asked Harry as I followed behind him to Liam's reclined beach chair. The burning hot pavement of the waterpark outdoor ground was making my feet hurt. Harry had a bucket of water in his hands and a mischevious glint in his eyes.

"How bad can it get? Liam wouldn't be able to stay mad at Satan."

"Oh, brother. This is going to get ugly." I sat on the lawn chair next to the sleeping Liam and thought about how peaceful he looked, bathing in the sunlight. Little did he know that a pail full of ice-cold water was about to be dumped all over him.

"I'm sorry, compadre," I said before giving Harry the sign to pour the water on him.

Liam awoke with a start. He glared and his chest went in and out with his exaggeratedly heavy breathing. That's when he began to chase Harry. They had literally ran four steps when a life guard comes running over himself, blowing his whistle like a maniac. I put my head in my hands and perked through a gap in my fingers as I saw the young male life guard aggressively point toward the exit of the waterpark. Time to turn on the charm.

I arose from the chair and walked to the three men. The life guard was probably only 25. He had a really nice body and awesome chocolate brown hair. Not as good as Harry's, though. "Is there a problem?" I asked as I stood inbeteen Liam and Harry, facing the lifeguard. He checked me out really obnoxiously and I felt Harry tense up and his jaw clench. I rested my elbow casually on his shoulder and leaned on him a little.