Nacho Average One Direction Story

Chipmunk

HARRY STYLES POV

When I woke up on the floor of Lizz's room, Lizz and Zac were still sleeping next to me. I stood up and walked to the middle of the upper floor that looks out to the foyer on one side and looks into the Great room on the other. I grabbed a laptop from the desk on the balcony and flopped into a beanbag chair. I played with the glorious creme carpet with my toes as I turned the laptop on and went to Google.

I had been wanting to do this since I found out Lizz was a famous Olympian and stuff. Honestly, I'm not sure why I hadn't Googled her name before. There I was wondering what all the kryptic remarks she said meant and not once simply looked her up on the Internet.

After initially searching her name, I clicked on Images. I was surprised to find a lot of posts from Tumblr, Pintrest, and Twitter.

The first image I clicked on had a picture of Lizz walking down the street pulling a weird face at the camera and giving them a thumbs up. The text on the picture read, "Lizz Mayberry: the girl that uses the 'Your Mom' insult on her brother but somehow wins the argument." I laughed at ththe picture. Lizz always found where the cameras were and never let them get a good shot of her. Sometimes they would be there if we went out to dinner together in Milwaukee and she would always spot them and make faces or do weird things.

There were a lot of pictures like the first ones. I assume her fans, that feels weird to say, would take quotes from her interviews and put them on pictures they found of her.

I found a picture of Lizz in a expensive-looking dress with her brother Ben sitting beside her in what looked to be a large music hall. I clicked the picture and it led to a website of more pictures of the sort of her and Ben. Different dresses and different places, but always her and Ben. The article was partly an interview and quoted Lizz saying, "I don't have many real friends at school, so I go to all the award shows and black tie events I get invited to with my brother, Benjamin." I laughed at this. That is so like her.

LIZZ MAYBERRY POV

I woke up to Zac snoring away on one side of me and nobody snoring on the other. Harry should be snoring on the other. We chose to sleep on the floor together instead of on the two beds in my room. We found all the blankets and pillows in the house and put them on the carpet floor, making the best floor bed ever in the world.

"Zac-attack," I whispered as I kicked him in the shin.

"What was that for, Biz?!" He groaned as he rubbed his leg.

"We should get up now. Breakfast is in," I trailed off looking at the alarm clock on the nightstand next to my bed, "ten minutes."

We were about to walk down the stairs when we hear a, "Oh! Hey guys," in a British voice from behind us. And there is the missing man, sitting in a beanbag chair on a computer.

"Whatcha doing, bud?" Zac asked, jumping on Harry and looking at the laptop. I was so happy they got along so well. "What do we have here?" Zac asked as he went through Harry's tabs.

"It's just a lot of Beyoncè," Harry admitted sheepishly and I laughed.

"I hear that," Zac muttered.

"Come on! We have to go downstairs. I hear everyone eating and if we don't go now there won't be any food left!" I pulled my boys up from the bean bag chair and we ran downstairs.

"Who is everyone? Isn't it just your parents and- oh," Harry said as he saw the large kitchen filled with people. "What is going on?"

"We have twenty-five ranch hands that live in the outbuilding. We eat breakfast and dinner together every weekday. Like a huge family."