Nacho Average One Direction Story

And That Was The Moment I Knew

HARRY STYLES POV

     I woke up with the chirping of a bird. I was outside. Good God was I drunk? What was I doing here? This isn't my leg! I followed the leg to a body and the body to a face. Lizz's face. Last night flooded into my memory as I laid my head back down. That was a good night. Lots of sugar. I tilted my head to look at her. She was still perfectly imperfect. I studied the dimple in her chin and the way her lips were slightly parted. I looked at the freckles spattered over her nose and along her hairline. I chuckled at her completely unmanageable hair that got her voted Best Hair her senior year of high school. She was too pretty. She should wake up now so she can make ugly faces with me.

     I reached for a thin stick just off the blanket we were laying on. I smirked as I tried to steady my hand enough to slightly put the stick in her left nostril, just to tickle her. Her nose scrunched and she raised an eyebrow. I got impatient. "Elizabeth. Awaken!" I said calmly and then shouted.

     "That was creepy and uneeded."

     "That's what I was going for. I'm hungry, let's get breakfast."

     "I can't move my arms or legs."

     "We don't believe you!" I quoted a Saturday Night Live skit.

     "They're broken, Harry, quit being a jerk about it!"

     "Well if they really are, don't come running to me," I said and wiggled my eyebrows at the end because I was proud of that comeback.

     "My arms are broken! And my legs are too!" Lizz sang a Tim Hawkins song, making me roll my eyes.

     "You're impossible," I muttered as I scooped her up under her arms and knees and carried her to the car where I had the food.

     "More like Possible. Kim Possible. Call me, beep me, if you wanna reach me. I do everything but get to school on time."

     "You have school online. You never have to get there on time," I replied as I set her on the car hood and leaned against the door beside her. I tilted my head back and enjoyed the sun on my face.

     "You never saw Kim Possible as a child, did you?"

     "It's a show?"

     Lizz sighed heavily. "Well I didn't just make that up on the spot."

     "How was I supposed to know? Yesterday Niall suddenly asked you to tell him about Santa Clause and you immediately launched into a seven minute monologue about how Santa truthfully lives in the South Pole, and actually uses reindeer to make toys and elves to pull his sleds. You came up with that on the spot."

     "I'm not saying I'm amazing, but I'm incredible," Lizz smiled and I rolled my eyes again.

     "Is that what your mum tells you?" I asked and she stuck out her tongue. "What do you want for breakfast?" I opened the car door and looked at the food in the plastic bags and cooler.

     "I already ate."

      "What?" I asked as I pulled out chicken tenders. I love me my chicken strips.

     "I got hungry before you were up so I got up and ate cake for breakfast."

      "Wait, wait, wait just a second. You were sleeping before. And then I woke you up."

     "I was fake sleeping."

     "Why?"

     "I don't know."