Nacho Average One Direction Story

Phone Calls

LIZZ MAYBERRY

     "Best I ever had. Hips don't lie. You make me wanna, one more time, irre-"

    "Who sings this part?" I inturrupted Harry who was singing one of the new songs to me on the phone.

     "What? Nialler."

     I screamed and fell backwards onto my bed. "Yas!" I drew out the fangirling word. "It's perfect!"

     "Do you want to know what the rest of the song is, Lizz?" He asked like he was talking to a little kid but I could hear the smile in his voice.

    "Yes."

     "Okay," he laughed. "Then it is the chorus one more time. Everyone tries, to see what it feels like, but they'll never be right, because it's better. Oh, oh oh oh oh oh. Then it is chorus again."

     "I love it. It's, dare I say it? I do. Better than words."

     "Shut up," he groaned. "I ought to have known you'd pull something like that."

     "It makes me feel... Alive."

     "Shut your mouth. Shut your God damn mouth. Right now. Crap now I've done it! Oh, you're good."

     "I really thing you guys are onto... Something great."

     "I'm crying on the inside."

     "Why are you crying? Be... Strong."

     "Make that sobbing."

     "I'm not even telling little white lies! It was the best song ever."

     "I swear to God, Elizabeth Aster Mayberry, I will hang up the phone."

     "Goodness, well isn't that just the story of my life."

     "Goodnight, Elizabeth."

     "Doe's he know you can move it like that!" I shouted slash sang down the phone.

     "I'm hanging up the phone now," he drew out in a sing-songy voice.

     "Stay with me, because you're all I need!"

     "Not even our song," he said and I could just imagine his face right now, causing me to laugh.

     "But we are forged by fire-"

     "Don't bring Hank Williams into this," Harry warned.

     "Hank Williams was always part of this."

    "Don't you think-"

     "Sh!" I commanded as I heard my front door being unlocked.

     "What's going on?"

     "Someone's here." I crept into my bathroom, grabbed my weapon of choice, and made my way to the stairs to wait.

     "Who is it?" Harry asked. He didn't sound very pannicked.

     "I don't know but there is a knife."

     "What?!" He screeched, audibly more panicked with this new informantion. I giggled. "What are you laughing about?"

     "I have the knife, Harry. I'm the one with the knife. I'd send you a picture but it's too dark."

     "Good God you are a piece of work."

     "I hear voices. They kind of sound like my mom and brother. Wait one sec!" I jumped up and flipped on the light in the foyer and stairs to find my mom and brother creeping up the stairs. They looked at me holding the large steak knife, shocked.