Nacho Average One Direction Story

Date With Disgustingness

Monday

HARRY STYLES POV

I woke up with a grimace on my face. Today was my date with destiny. I groaned as I got ready. I had to be at some random restaurant at noon for lunch with Margery. I hate my life.

Lizz came over at 8am to nanny my three cousins and I borrowed her car for the date. As I drove to the random coffee shop in Milwaukee, I constantly kicked myself for getting into this mess.

"Harry. You came!" Margery sounded relieved as I walked through the door, the bells above the door jingling obnoxiohsly.

"I didn't have much of a choice," I grumbled and she shot me a look.

"Look happy. Butters usually walks in at exactly 12:47 and orders a large black coffee and a muffin."

"You stalk him?" I asked incrediously.

She shrugged like it was no big deal. "You're late, so he will be here any minute." She didn't try to hide her excitement as she bounced around in her seat.

She stopped suddenly and stared out the window of the coffee shop. I was sure she was staring at him and resisted the urge to turn around to get a look at him.

I waited until he was inside the shop, ordering, to turn around and look. I don't know what I expected, but this was not it. One word to describe Butters would be dirty. From head to toe. His grungy work boots and filthy jeans to his worn out shirt with countless stains from sweat and dirt to his skin and face, unkempt and dingy. His skin was dirty and had clearly not been washed in weeks. His light brown beard was left to do what it like, choosing to occupy half his face in almost curly hair. I couldn't believe this was the man she was blackmailing me with our one night stand for. I was almost insulted she wanted him and not me. But then I remembered she is batshit crazy, so hell he can have her!

Margery laughed loudly and touched my hand across the table. I jerked it away at first, but she glared at me hard enough that I put it back on her's. I assumed Butters was still watching because she played with the long necklace around her neck suggestively while staring over my head.

As Butters passed us without looking, Margery looked dejected. Part of me started to feel bad for her. That part was crushed overwhelmingly by the quite large part of me that wanted to get this over with and go back to Lizz.

Butters sat the next table down from us, easily within hearing range. I sighed. "How do you feel about meeting my parents in Cambodia?" I asked Margery, forcing the words out. I don't know why I picked Cambodia. For some reason, I didn't want either of them knowing where I really lived, although my English accent was thick, and Margery knew who I was so she easily knew where I was from.

Margery was an even worse actor than I was. She turned her head slightly so she was talking to the side, making sure her grungy counterpart could hear. With a way over the top gasp, she practically shouted, "Your parents in Cambodia?! I would love to meet them!" She enunciated each word so slowly I was beginning to think this Butters guy was slow.

"That's great! Please excuse me as I run to the loo to tell them the good news!" I said robotically in a monotone voice as I stood up and placed my napkin on my empty plate.

I all but sprinted to the loo, desperate to get out of the seemingly inescapably awkward situation. I splashed water on my face and braced myself on the sink, staring at my reflection in the mirror. I could do this. I would finish this and I would go home to Lizz and we would do something fun together. The thought of going home to Lizz was the only desire stronger than the one pulling for staying in the bathroom.

As I walked back to the table, I was shocked to see it no longer inhabited Margery. Instead, she sat on Butters's dirty lap snogging him so hard I felt uncomfortable being in the same room as them. Her hands were in his hair and his on her hips. My upper lip curled in disgust as I saw them play a nice game on tonsil tennis. He was like 20 years older than her. I wondered suddenly if this is what people though my relationship with Caroline Flack looked like and shuddered at that mistake of a relationship.

Every relationship I've had with a girl not related to me has been wrong until Lizz. Now I know what it is to truly love someone you don't have to love, unlike like your family who you are pretty much required to love. Which is fine. I voluntarily love my family. I didn't have to love Lizz. But now that I think about it, I really had no chance of not loving her. She had me. Right from the beginning.

As I passed by the lovebirds on my way out of the shop, my part clearly finished in this screwed up, delusional, psychotic play, Margery turned to nod affirmatively in my direction, Butters's mouth still connected to her's. I nodded and tried to smile, and lifted my arm slightly in a wave venture before I turned and got the hell out.

LIZZ MAYBERRY POV

I couldn't help but obsessively worry about Harry on his lunch date with the she-devil. What if he ended up liking her more than me? What if this was an elaborate ploy for them to run away together? What if he was never going to come back?

I stared at my phone on the kitchen table as I sat on the floor five feet away, clutching my knees to my chest. I think I have separation anxiety. The kids had gone to the neighbor's to play, though it was pouring down rain, and I was left alone with my depressing thoughts.

The last question rang in my mind against and again. What if he was never going to come back? It was almost 2 pm. He should be back by now. What if he never came back. I needed him. I lunged for the phone on the table the same moment the front door opened.

I ran towards my personal savior before he could even get his key out of the doorknob. I jumped on to him, instantly wrapping my legs around his torso and my arms around his neck, and shoved my face into his neck. The force of catepulting myself into him knocked him backwards into the front door. At first he was shocked but after a second he wraped his arms around my back to help hold me up.

"Is everything okay, Lizz?" He asked into my hair. I nodded into his neck and breathed in his familiar scent. My subconscious told me I was being ridiculous and there was no reason for me to need any one human being this much. I told her to shut up because everything was okay now.

"You came back," I breathed as I finally leaned away to look at his face. He was eyeing me warily like I was loony.

A look of mild confusion took over his features. "Of course I did. Why wouldn't I?"

I shrugged and sighed as I stepped down from the embrace that was now becoming quite normal for us. "You missed me didn't you?" He smiled cockily as he yanked his house key out of the doorknob. He glanced at me with playful eyes.

I turned up my nose. "No."

"Yes you did, come on, admit it," he grinned and tried to hug me again. I dodged it.

"No. Nien. Iie. Acun. No-"

"You already said it in English," Harry interrupted.

"That time it was in Spanish," I hissed and turned away.

"Just admit it, Lizz. It's okay."

"Fine! I missed you."

"There it is! I missed you too. Was that so hard?"

I could feel my expression of disgust at all this mushy talk. It was stupid. I rolled my eyes at him for the bajillionth time since I met him and walked to the kitchen to make a snack.

Later that night, things were a bit awkward. First of all, I could tell Harry and Mr. Ryder were having a conversation they didn't want me to know about through facial expressions. Mr. Ryder looked skeptically, worried, and almost angry. Harry looked confident, but also worried. Mrs. Ryder looked torn and worried. What were all three of them worried about and why couldn't I know what it was?

(A/n)

I am neglecting writing a three page paper for AP United States History to upload this. And I have sectionals for track tomorrow. YOLO SWEG.

--Alphie--