Nacho Average One Direction Story

Wrecking Balls

     "What's going to happen when you leave?" I whispered. I hated talking about this but it needed to be done at some point.

     Harry's chest moved under my head as he heaved a sigh. "I don't know."

     "Honesty hour, I don't know what I am going to do without you."

     "Honesty hour, I don't want to anything without you," he whispered.

     "You're my only friend."

     "You know you could come back with me?" He said.

     "And what? Be the pathetically clingy best friend?"

     "I wouldn't mind."

     "No," I sighed, "Just no. Also, I can't leave the Ryders."

     "I know. The offer will always be there, though."

     "But we will text every day, right? And snapchat and call and skype?"

     "Everyday."

     "I'm terrified. And it's stupid because no one person should depend on another person this much. Yet, here I am, depending."

     "You've done a lot for me. Changed the way I see the world."

     "You brought me back to life."

     "What if I hadn't gone to stay with my aunt and uncle this summer and we never met?"

     "My life would suck."

     "Mine would have never been ruined."

     "Thanks, best friend," I muttered sarcastically.

     "You're welcome. Breast friend. Do you get it? Because you're a girl?"

     "I will punch you in the liver," I said in a very even voice to convey my displeasure.

     "I'd like to see you tr-," he started smugly before I rolled over and used that momentum to gently but firmly make contact between my fist and his stomach.

     "Did that go the way you thought it would?" I quoted.

     "Nope," Harry said after a pause, completing the quote.

     "I like the sound of the ocean," I murmured as I snuggled farther into the blankets.

     "Peaceful," Harry commented.

     "Why don't you have a girlfriend?" I asked after a while. He always beat around the bush when I asked him. This time I was going to beat him with the bush until he answered.

     "Because yolosweg life, Elizabeth."

     "Hedward," I said in a warning tone, combining his first and middle names. He immediately caught on.

     "Elizaster," he said in the same reprimanding tone.

      "You know you can tell me anything. I'm just curious."

      "I know. I just like not telling you right away because then I can enjoy all your different tactics to get me to talk when the whole time I had intended from the beginning to tell you on the first place."

     "Crafty."

     "Like a serpant. I'm a snake. I'm so slithery becuause I'm a snake," he said in a weird voice with accompaning snake noises.

     "Well, if that is where you wanted to go with that, okay," I laughed.

     "I guess I'm waiting for the right one. Certainly there are so many that would be willing to date me, but I'm terrified that either they only like me for Harry Styles the entertainer or that they use me to gain fame and like, reveal all my secrets."