Saturday
LIZZ MAYBERRY POV
Call me a cow because in am utterly confused. With everything. I was confused with the boys because they always dared us to kiss. Why can't they just be happy we're best friends? I was confused with Harry because he didn't want to kiss me, then almost did, then pulled away. I was never confused with Harry. I always understood him. Now, I'm not so sure. And lastly, I'm confused with myself because as much as I tried to shoot it down, a small part of my subconscious was telling me I wouldn't have minded terribly if he had gone through with the action.
NIALL HORAN POV
Holy shnikes. They actually almost went through with it. He almost kissed her. He leaned in until their lips were just centimeters away. Lizz the poor lass had her lips parted slightly and was wincing with her eyes shut tight like she was about to get hit with a train. I remember trying not to laugh. But I was holding my breath, and I couldn't waste any precious oxygen on laughing.
Right when I thought they were going to kiss and the world was going to explode, he stopped looking at her lips and froze right in front of her. He seemed to study her face for a moment before she opened her eyes. After straight staring at her like a creep and her looking confused, he pulled away, saying about how he couldn't steal his best friend's first kiss and how it wasn't proper of him yada yada yada.
He was distracted the rest of the game and I can tell there was something else bothering him. I couldnt decide if he really wanted to kiss her or not. He seemed like it, but then denied it multiple times.
In any case, we were in the airport now. We were all flying to London where we would go our seperate ways for a bit. I don't know when Harry is coming home. Part of me thinks he doesn't really want to come home. He refers to Lizz's house as home now and I'm not sure how feel about that. It will figure itself you. It always does.
"I'm going to miss you guys so much!" Lizz cried as she flung her arms around Liam and I. Louis and Harry were talking quietly and Zayn was being a loner like normal.
LIZZ MAYBERRY POV
I went down the line of boys, hugging them and telling them my goodbyes. I had been thinking of exactly what to say to them for a day now.
Liam was first. "Sometimes the adventure is it's own reward. Don't worry so much about the outcome," I whispered in his ear with my arms wrapped around him tightly.
Zayn was second. I was a bit wary about this one because I don't think he likes me much. But being the gentleman he is, he hugged me all the same. He was surprised when I held his shoulders, looked at him honestly, and said, "You have so much potential. Get there."
Niall was next and I could tell he'd been crying a bit. "Awww," I frowned and hugged him extra hard. "I know that you are sometimes told you aren't this and you can't do that," I whispered fiercely before taking his head in my hands and looking at him directly in the eyes. He looked marginally scared. I would be if I was him. "You do not listen to them. You will not, Niall!" I whisper shouted before hugging him again.
Now Louis. This is the one I'd been dreading the most. I strode back a step before jumping on to the oldest boy, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his torso, and burying my face into his neck. I'd miss him most of all. "Never change," I whispered so quietly I wasn't sure if he heard me at first but he nodded once and squeezed me once more before letting me back down.
I laughed when I saw Harry on the other side of Louis in the line. "What? I wanted a hug and something nice to be said to me."
I laughed and jumped into his arms bridal style. I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned in really close to his ear as I whispered, "You smell like poo." He cackled and threatened to drop me. I quickly stood in front of the boys again.
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FanfictionIn which a girl wearing red Crocs and a curly-haired famous boy become best friends under unlikely circumstances.
