Nacho Average One Direction Story

Headache

Sunday

HARRY STYLES

The rest of Saturday passed without any abnormal occurances. I was was nervous though. Nervous for the migrane Lizz warned me about yesterday. As it turned out, it was much worse than I would ever had imagined.

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"Lizz!" I called as I entered her house really early with my spare key. No answer. There was no evidence in the kitchen that she had eaten anything yet, so I grabbed a granola bar and headed upstairs to look for her. It was only 6 am, but I couldn't sleep. And since she has called me many times in the dead of night to tell me random funny stories she remembered about various points in her life, I though I'd wake her up early for once.

I opened the door to her room slowly, hoping she wasn't in the middle of undressing or something, though she was probably still sleeping. She was sitting on the edge of her bed, feet flat on the ground, facing the wall that was windows from floor to ceiling. She was so still at first I thought she might be dead. That fear didn't last long though because how could she be sitting up if she was dead. Good one, Harry. You're a thinker.

"Lizz," I said relief as I walked in and tossed the granola bar at her. It hit her lightly on the knee and deflected to the ground. Lizz never misses ccatching those. Ever. She didn't respond whatsoever. Something was really wrong. As I walked closer, I discovered she was staring at one point out the window. She didn't appear to even hear me call her name. She did not look at me, even when I passed in front of her view to sit on the floor in front of her.

Her expression was frozen in mild shock. I realized her fingers were curled around the side of the bed so tight her knuckles were bone white.

"Lizz, you're scaring me. Say something." I could tell this registered with her because her mouth twitched, but she didn't say anything, her jaw was clenched tightly. She just kept staring part me out the window with her eyes not focused, but not unfocused either.

When she said she got headaches, I had no idea she would turn catatonic, just staring at one point obviously trying to breathe evenly.

I had absolutley no idea what to do. I promised her I would be right back and walked to the top of the stairs. My aunt answered on the second ring but her voice was layered with sleep.

"Hi Aunt Joy. I think Lizz is having a migraine episode." I heard her take in a sharp breath.

"I'll take care of the kids at church. You stay with her. She can't teach Sunday school on a day like this. She used to call them her Black Days. She has to tense everything to keep from screaming in pain. Oh, it just kills me when I see her like this."

"Is it usual for her not to even move or talk or eat?" I asked whilst glancing nervously at her bedroom entrance. I didn't like leaving her alone, even for a second, when she was in this state.

"Yes, that is normal. Did she have a crazy dream a few days ago?"

"Yes. Yesterday. The day we camped in the park? I hid as a joke and when she woke up she looked confused for a second and then just started walking home. Of course I caught up to her after a few meters and redirected her to her bike and everything, but she was shaken up afterward," I explained.

"That is consistent. Let me know if there is anything I can do. I'll just be right here across the street, honey."

"Thanks, Aunt Joy." I ended the call and walked back to Lizz. She blinked as I sat in front of her again and she continued to stare over my head.

"If you want me to stay, blink twice in the next five seconds. Five, four- okay," I agreed as she quickly blinked twice.

"If you want me to play music, blink twice." She did not blink.