Nacho Average One Direction Story

Shannon

LIZZ MAYBERRY POV

     "Wake up. It's 6:23 and I can't sleep."

     "Um, no," Harry mumbled back in a sassy tone.

     "Some poser hands me cake-"

     "No!" He protested, dragging the word out to the point that it sounded like a dying cat.

     "At a birthday party. Whatcha want me to do with this? Eat it? Happy birthday to the ground! I threw the rest of the rest of the cake, too! Welcome to the real world, jackass!" As I shouted the last line I shook him to wake him up all the way.

     "Fuck off," he articulated while staring directly into my eyes. My jaw dropped. I had never heard him say that to me or anyone else before.

     "Oh," I whispered and carefully got off the bed and crossed the room to the door, closing it quietly and trying not to think about it too much. But it sucked. Nobody likes it when their best friend tells them something like that. I heard Harry kick or punch something that sounded hard and wooden and I hurried away from the door.

     I poured a cup of coffee using the machine Harry had bought especially for me. I sat on the couch and tried not to cry. I attempted to read my book but I always ended up looking into space with tears on the verge of falling. It's funny. When it comes to anything physical, I can take anything. I have a ridiculously high pain tolerance. But when it comes to two little words uttered like that, everything comes crumbling down on me and I become an emotional train wreck. It's rather embarrassing.

     I heard tthe bedroom door open and close after the fifth time I tried to begin reading. Ten minutes had passed. I didn't look up. I pretended like I was still reading. I have a nasty habit of pretending things don't effect me. It makes me feel better. It also makes me look like a stone cold bitch. But then again I am. So, if the shoe fits, wear it I guess.

     "Elizabeth," Harry started as he walked to the couch I was sitting on. He collapsed on it and rested his head on my lap. He was so tall most of his legs were hanging over the arm of the sofa. He was only wearing boxers. I tried to keep my eyes off his toned stomach. He pulled at his hair for a few minutes and then vigourously rubbed his face with both hands. I didn't look at him.

     "I'm a dick. A complete cocksucker and I'm sorry. I'm such a chode-"

     "Would you stop using words like that? God! I hate that! You know I do. And you think those are the magical forgiveness words when I'm already mad at you for words you said? Jesus Chad Christ are you stupid?" I shoved his head off my lap, threw my book on the ground and stood up.

     I walked to the door and shoved my blue converse over my feet. "You're wearing footie pajamas!" Harry yelled.

     "I don't care!" I screamed and slammed the door on the way out. Overdramatic? Yes. Did I care? No.

     I walked to the park I heard Louis and Eleanor talking about yesterday. They come here to watch the sunrise or whatever. Well it was just about rising so those bitches better get their skinny asses out here.

     I sighed at my suckish mood. I just want to go home and lay in my bed. Because as fun as it seems, getting in a big fight with the most important person in your life and walking around all pouty around a London park in a slightly too-small onsie because you are too fucking tall for the world is not all it's cracked up to be. And to make matters worse, I spotted Elounor being all cute and shit. Fuck.

      I hid behind a tree because I didn't want them to see me being miserable. There was a bench on the very top of this hill we were standing on. The trees were cut away just enough to be a perfect sun rise watching destination. Louis and Eleanor sat down there and I watched creepily from behind my tree.