Nacho Average One Direction Story

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Tuesday

LIZZ MAYBERRY POV

     "Harry, wake up," I said quietly as I shook his arm without looking at him. I couldn't pull my gaze away from the window. I wanted to memorize every detail of England and I couldn't do that if I wasn't looking at it. But I was caught off guard when my own little piece of England groaned and I turned to look at him.

     He was frowning at his lap where there was a line of drool from his lips to his pants and then gingerly touched his slobbery cheek. He raised his palms in a Why Me gesture and looked slightly mistified before sighing and looking at his pants defeatedly. "I was a St. Bernard in a former life," he concluded, finally looking at me again.

     "That's the only plausible option, really," I agreed once I got my laughing under control.

     "Here we go," Harry muttered as we stepped out of the loading dock to the plane.

     "Here we go for what?" I asked.

     I heard them before I saw them. I just didn't put the sound together without the sight.

     "They put barricades up so we are safe. Just don't make any sudden movements or do anything surprising."

     "So if I started making out with you right now that would be a bad thing?"

     "Yes. In front of them, yes. But I think I saw a custodial closet a few meters back?" He joked.

     "Oh! Look at that!" I said as I pointed right in front of his face at nothing and followed my arm, walking directly in front of him and making him trip.

     "That's cool, but that is cooler!" He swung his arm out to point across my face at the blank wall and cut me off.

     And that's about when we walked into the main terminal. And I was pretty sure most of the girls were having a caniption. I wasn't expecting to get talked to, but there were quite a lot things being shouted at me. Some were nice and some were mean but I wasn't really bothered. They know my name, not my story. It later occurred to me that they probably know both my name and my story, so I had to think of a different way to brush off the comments. I had the perfect thing, too. My Hater Blockers. I pulled the sunglasses out of my hoodie pocket. They were yellow with black lenses that flipped up to reveal clear lenses.

     Harry looked back to me from where he was standing next to the barricade signing things. "I cannot believe you brought those!" He laughed.

     "Do you need some haterade?" I replied as I flipped the lenses back down so they were sunglasses. "Don't hate, celebrate!" I said and did the wop for a few seconds in his direction before turning around and walking to some fans that were calling my name.

     "What is the most misunderstood part of your relationship with Harry?" She asked, holding a white iPhone to my face for a video of my response. The phone had a One Direction case. I smiled at her as I flipped my glasses up so I could see out of the clear lenses. It was too dark in here for sunglasses. "I like to try to ask people questions they haven't ever been asked," she explained.

     "I like that. Well the obvious thing would be the misconception that we are dating. We are just two people that happen to get along really well. He is like my saving grace."

     "You said that was the obvious thing. What is the other thing?"

     "The other thing that I think is actually sort of funny is that people think I hang out with Harry for the fame. I mean, why hang out with Harry for the fame when you could hang out with Harry for the Harry?" I laughed and the girl nodded.