Nacho Average One Direction Story

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LIZZ MAYBERRY POV

      "No, Gem!" Harry shouted as he picked his sister up from behind and tried to hold her back. She giggled wildly.

     "Here, Lizz! Take it!" I grabbed the photo alblum that was being shoved in my hands. Gemma laughed louder. "Now let me go, Harry."

     "No."

     "Mum," Gemma called into the kitchen.

     "Harry," Mum said in a warning voice without even looking to see what the problem was. I laughed at their adorably family disputes.

     "You are acting like a child," Gemma scolded jokingly as she wriggled out of his grip and pranced into the kitchen to help Mum with dinner. I tried to help earlier but I got shooed away.

     "I'm not acting!" Harry called after her and I burst out laughing and fist bumped him.

     If there is one person in the world I am thankful for it is Gemma Styles. This baby book was prime. Mum and Gem came back to look through it with us as the food cooked.

     "Awe, look at that. A face only a mother could love," I cooed as I pointed to a picture with baby Harry's hair all spiked and bubbles all over his face while he sat in a bathtub.

     "Hey! I'll have you know I was very loveable, thank you very much!" He defended.

     "Yeah, sure you were. Whatever floats your goat."

     "Elizabeth, I was a baller. A straight up G."

     "Yeah, Harry? A straight up G?" I asked skeptically as I pointed to Harry wearing one of Gemma's pink sparkly ballerina leotards.

     "Yeah! Look how gangster that is. I mean come on. It doesn't get no better than that." He grinned at me because he knows how much I hate double negatives.

     "Oh that's the spaghetti!" Mum said when a loud beeping noise sounded from the kitchen.

     "I'm going to go change before we eat," I explained, closing the photo alblum and walking to the stairs.

     "You have to change for dinner?" Gem asked.

     I gave her a blank look. "Yeah. In the States you change before every meal. If you don't it's taken as a sign of disrespect."

     "Woah, really?"

     I nodded seriosusly and was luckily able to keep my snickering at bay until I was safe behind the wall seperating the stairs from the living room and kitchen.

     "She's kidding, Gemma," Harry said. I could just imagine him rolling his eyes. Since I was 13 years old or so I had a knack for tricking people into thinking ridiculous things. I liked making up stupid and elaborate back stories. It wasn't about serious things where it would be mean, but things like creating a big random story about Santa or insisting and explaining how the Great Pyramids we're definetly built using giraffes. This back story add libing was, and still is, my favorite pasttime.

     I quickly changed out of my jorts and nice shirt and into running shorts and a t-shirt. As I skipped down the stairs, I fell down them for the second time today.

     "Oh God! I think I broke my body," I wimpered as I laid in a crumpled mess, ignoring the searing pain originating from my ankle.

     "Get up."

     "Carry me!" Harry walked towards me and I was hopeful, but he simply back-handed me lightly on the cheek and grabbed my other foot. He gave me one blank look before dragging me to the dining room table.