Nacho Average One Direction Story

After Party

LIZZ MAYBERRY POV

     "Can we go home?" I asked as we settled in Harry's car after the Closing Ceremony of the Olymipcs.

     "Nope."

     "Ugh!" I groaned and thew a mini fit.

     "We have to go to the after party," Harry smirked.

     "Ughhhhh!" I groaned even louder and threw a larger fit.

     "We have to go back to the flat first to change. Stop groaning."

     "I hate parties."

     "I know."

     "I hate people."

     "I know."

     "I hate dancing."

     "I know."

     "I want to go home and lay in bed."

     "I know."

     "But because I love you and this is necessesary, I will go."

     "I know. You're going to love it."

     "I will go, but you can't make me love it." I made the mistake of eye contact with him and his puppy dog face. "Fine, I'll love it," I groaned and he laughed.

      "I love this song," he smiled as he turned the radio volume up. "And we'll never be foils, it don't run in our mud, that kind of butt's just not for us, we crave a different kind of fuzz. Let me be your ruler, you can call me green beans, and baby I'll drool, I'll drool, I'll drool, I'll drool, let me live that fantasy."

     I burst out laughing at the lyric changes. "Yes, but is that really the kind of fantasy you want, Harry?" I saw one dimple as he kept looking forward and I rested my head back on the window.

     "My friends and I we've cracked the code, we count our dollah bills on the train, to the potty, and everyone who knows us' nose, is way too big, it isn't fit for their face."

     "That's quite enough of that," I laughed as I changed the station.

     "I was just getting into it!" Harry complained. "Wait! Wait! Go back!"

     "To which? This one?" I asked, changing the tuner back two stations.

     "I've found out that everybody talks, everybody talks, everybody talks too much." I recognized it as soon as Harry started singing. We exchanged a nod and he rolled down all the windows as I turned the volume up as loud as it could go.

     "It started with a whisper! And that was when I kissed her! And then she made my lips hurt, I can't even chitchat, take me to your love shack! Mama's always gotta backtrack when everybody talks!" We sang along too loudly as we flew down the highway. Harry danced in his seat while I either sang out the window or motioned along with the song with my hands. My hair was flying out the window and the music was so loud I couldn't hear myself singing badly. It was fantastic.

     I looked over at Harry and watched him as he sang. Really though. What a beautiful face. What a beautiful boy. I was the luckiest person in the world to be able to sit next to him and ride along as he drove too-fast in his too-nice car down the road.

     He sensed I was watching him and he turned his head to look at me and grinned, showing both his dimples as he sang, "Hey baby you could be my drug, you could be my new prescription," he winked and I laughed and rolled my eyes, looking ahead again.