Nacho Average One Direction Story

International Best Friend's Day

Tuesday, July 8, 2012. International Best Friend's Day.

LIZZ MAYBERRY POV

I literally woke up with a smile on my face. Today was International best Friend's Day. Harry Styles was my International best friend and today was our day. I could hardly contain my excitement.

It was early and I planned to bring Harry breakfast in bed. I cooked bacon and waffles while I hummed along to the songs playing out of my iPod doc. Once the bacon was crispy and the waffles perfectly golden brown, I put them on a plate and collected things like milk and an orange to go with the meal.

"Well this is awkward," I heard a British accent say. I turned around and laughed when I saw Harry standing at the island with a plate of waffles, bacon, and apple slices in his hands.

"Happy International Best Friend's Day!" I cheered, throwing my arms in the air and subsequently flinging the extra waffle mix off the spatula I was holding in my right hand.

"Hug me, brothah!" Harry quoted Drake & Josh while opening his arms for me to jump into.

"Great minds think alike, eh?" I said as I retrieved the breakfast I made at set it in front of him.

"I guess so!" He agreed, sliding my breakfast plate into my hands. We each took our designsted spot on one of the stools at the wooden island counter. His was third from the left and mine was two from the right. With one stool between us, we had enough elbow space to eat.

"You're a good cook," I complimented Harry with my mouth full.

"Thanks, bae," he joked.

"What is something you hate more than broccoli but less than smelly people?" He asked suddenly.

"Where did they come from, I'd have to say soap that looks edible," I asked and answered in the same breath.

"You know absolutley everything about me, but I don't about you. I want to know everything," be breathed heavily, looking at me with wide eyes and a creepy smile.

I breathed a little harder and I suddenly became more aware of the scars on my head and leg. I was like Harry Freaking Potter, with my wounds stinging all of the sudden. I locked away my panic in a air-tight drawer and shrugged.

"I grew up in Colorado in the Rocky Mountains. We have a lot of land out there because we have a ton of cattle. And horses. And dogs and chickens and cats."

"I knew all of that already. Why did you move to Wisconsin."

"I didn't want to be in Colorado anymore."

"Why?" He demanded.

"I had bad memories," I shrugged. I really didn't want to have this conversation now.

"Of what?" He persisted.

"It was nothing bad, I promise. Nothing you need to be worried about," I tried to make light of the situation by laughing a little. Harry wasn't convinced.

"What happened to you?" He asked in a softer voice, his green eyes burning into mine. I looked away and answered tthe only way I knew how: sarcasm.

"It's a long story, wait for the movie," I muttered. Harry slammed his palm on the counter and got up to leave.

"Wait," I cried as he got to the front door.

"I have to take the kiddos to Summer School," he said so quietly I wasn't sure he said anything at all. But in the blink of an eye, he was gone.

I knew I should go after him, but I also knew I wasn't ready to tell him what happened. He wouldn't believe me if I tried. And even if he did, he would think I was stupid or overreacting. I was a failure. Nobody wants a failure as a best friend.

I decided to throw myself into work so I wouldn't think about Harry. I cleaned every room in my house and when I was done, I went across the street to the Ryder's house and cleaned every room in theirs.

I was halfway through the dining room when Harry returned. He snuck up behind me and pulled my earbuds out. My face flushed with embarrassment as a Hannah Montana song played into the open air from the headphones but he just laughed.

I turned off the music and sat on the dining room table with him standing in front of me. I sucked at apologies. I was stubborn and didn't like admiring when I was in the wrong.

"Sorry."

"I know."

"Am I forgiven?" I snuck a peek at his face but he was looking away from me out the window.

"You were forgiven before you even did anything wrong," he sighed as he finally looked down at me.

"You're the bestest!" I jumped up from the table and hugged him for a second.

"I know," he said again.

"Do you want your presesnt?"

"Yes!" He cried. "Let's go!"

He grabbed my hand and dragged me back towards the house. If there was one thing Harry loved, it was presents.

I retrieved the clothing box from my bedroom closet and ran down the stairs to give it to him. I slid around a tight corner too fast in my socks and totally wiped out onto the floor.

"Oh! And Lizz Mayberry, the number one pick, is out of the race with a sudden spin out!" Harry called in an announcer voice before helping me up.

"I hope it's nothing fragile," he laughed as he took the box from me.

The first thing he did when he opened it was laugh hysterically. I got a pair of "Just Friends" booty shorts for him and Louis.

Many moons ago, I was up late-night watching SNL reruns. On one of the episodes, I suddenly realized One Direction was announced as that night's musical guest. I remebered how I had called Harry at 2:30 am and was screaming for him to get his butt over here. When he found me hyperventilating in my room, he thought something was really wrong, but when I started shouting questions like, "Why didn't you tell me you were on SNL?" And he like, he visibly relaxed.

I remembered how he stayed to watch the rest of the episode. There was an SNL ad for tiny red cloth booty shorts that had "JUST" written on one pair's butt and "FRIENDS" on the other's to indicate the two men weren't gay.

"I though because you and Louis often are thought of as being gay, you could wear these bad boys to set the record straight," I laughed and he took a picture to send to Louis.

"They're absolutely, brilliantly, perfect. Thank you," Harry grinned as he pulled me to my chest.

"You are most certainly welcome," I smiled back at him.

"Now for your present. I know you love sports more than anything. So I got us these," he said, obviously proud of his gift. He pulled out two lanyards with six rings printed on them in different colors and the words "All-inclusive Pass" prinded on the laminated card attached to the soft-looking material.

I froze. I had the sudden urge to throw up. This had to be some kind of sick joke.

HARRY STYLES POV

I don't know what I exprected Lizz's reaction to be when I showed her the tickets. I guess I expected some gasping, hugging, crying of happiness, being choked up. I exprected thank yous and maybe some tisking at the money I'd spent to get these tickets.

But the one thing I did not expect was for Lizz to start straight sobbing. Not out of happiness. Not out of thankfulness. But out of pure agony. I could hear it in her voice as she wailed. I could see it as he hid her face in her arms and backed into the counter to support her so she wouldn't fall over.

She was in pain. And, therefore, I was too.