Nacho Average One Direction Story

Talls

LIZZ MAYBERRY POV

     We all hopped in the van and Lou took off to the venue. I was in the middle row aisle seat next to Niall, while Harry was in the passenger seat and Zayn and Liam were in the back row.

     When we finally arrived at the building with, by the grace of the Almighty, no casualties, Harry jumped out and began talking to Paul while everyone waited for me to get out first because I was the closest to the door.

    "How's it going, Paul."

    "Can't complain."

     "When in Rome," Harry agreed. There was an awkward pause in the conversation and I couldn't help but laugh quietly. "Yeah, I still don't know what that means." I heard Paul chuckle.

     I finally got my seatbelt undone and I'm sure I was looking pale as ever from the maniacal driving. I never tan. I burn and then I turn white as can be again. I flung the sliding door open with a vengeance and jumped from the van to the first solid thing I saw. I hoped it was a tree. It was not a tree. It was Paul. So yeah, a tree.

HARRY STYLES POV

     "Why are we here so early again?" Niall asked as we wandered the halls of the news building the interview was in.

     We all looked pointedly at Louis. "I forgot how to subtract."

     "Does that answer your question?" Zayn laughed to Niall.

     "Sometimes I think we should question at least some of the things Louis says that we take in automatically as truth," I sighed and caught Lizz's eye. She scrunched her nose and mouth and shook her head quickly. I nodded once. "Then again, it's gotten us this far, hasn't it buddy?" I slung an arm around Lou's shoulders.

     "Well if we don't have to start getting ready for a while, I'm going to go find Simon's temporary office and introduce Lizz to him." I grabbed Lizz's hand and spun us around so we were walking the opposite direction as the rest of the lads. I led her up a flight of stairs and into the hallway of offices.

     "Which one?"

     "Simon told me his was the second one on the right."

     I flung the door open with confidence and we took two steps in to find a room filled with men in suits speaking in Chineese around a oval deep mahogany desk that was scattered with papers. Each and everyone of them turned to look at us. Some with shock, some with annoyance.

     "They aren't Simon," Lizz breathed next to me.

     "No. No they are not, Lizz. How observant!" I whisper-yelled.

     "When in doubt, dance out?" She asked and I nodded. "Oh yeah!" She smiled as she did the running man backwards to back out of the office and I reverse moonwalked, swiftly closing the door on my way out.

     "Yeah. Second office on the right."

     I laughed sheepishly. "Maybe the left."

     I opened the door to the second office on the left and peered in through the little amount the door was ajar. Simon was at his desk, caught sight of me quickly, raised a single eyebrow, and motioned me in.

     I began to walk in but my arm was caught by Lizz who yanked me back into the hallway. "This will be bad."

     "Why?"

     "Because when I get nervous I act really weird. You know that! And I'm getting nervous just thinking about it."

     "Harry?"