Nacho Average One Direction Story

Send the Sexuals

ELIZABETH MAYBERRY POV

     "Are you going to take a shower now?" I asked as Harry and I walked upstairs.

     "Bitch I might be!" He answered immediately and I laughed so hard I had to lay down for a minute. He went into the bathroom and got into the shower before calling me in. I walked into the small room and closed the door.

     "It's too hot!" Harry screamed.

     "Turn it down a notch, numb nuts!" I yelled back. My bathroom has ridiculous acoustics and if he kept screeching I would loose my cool up in here. I pressed play on my iPod as soft music played through the waterproof speakers sitting on a ledge in the shower. I laid down and closed my eyes as I listened to Harry sing along with Mika in different accents.

     When he was finished with his shower, he wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped out, flicking his hair like a model and giving me a pout. I fake swooned and ran my fingers over his chest and put my face really close to his. He made weird noise at me with his mouth, causing me to give up the silliness. I grabbed a towel and got in the shower before stripping and throwing my clothes over the top of the glass door and beginning my shower.

     "So, if you had to choose, would you pick to not eat for a year or not drink for a year?" Harry asked.

     I hummed as I enjoyed the water and thought to myself. "Drink. You would die quicker. You?"

     "I'd go without food. I like drinks. Dranks. Bring on the alcohols," he said the last part in his weird fanmaning voice. I called it fangirling, he said he was male. I called it fanboying, he insisted he was a man. But he stomped his foot. And that contradicted the whole thing. But in any case, it was fanmaning now.

     "Well if you're going to bring the alcohols, you might as well send me the sexuals," I said in my own fangirling voice and I heard his surprised cackle that sounds like the greatest thing to have ever graced your ears.

     "I have some on my phone, so," Harry trailed off casually and now a surprised laugh left my lips.

     "Do you actually?" I asked, stopping what I was doing and looking over the shower door to see him laying on the white tile with only briefs on.

      "Maybe," he winked.

     "Harry, you have to delete them!" I insisted as I resumed my showering actions.

     "You know you're the only person I'd send them to," he said and I rolled my eyes.

     "What if someone else found them?"

     "I have a password for my phone."

     "Harry. Darling. Your password is 'poopoo.'"

     "So is yours!" He shouted back.

     "I don't have naked pictures on mine!" I defended.

     "I can't just delete them, they took a long time to get just right."

     "Oh, God."

     "Like the lighting, my hair, my biceps, my face, how to hold my phone, how to do... other thing-"

      "Please stop before I throw up."

     "-s, where to look, what poses, what faces, goodness me it's basically photoshoot you have to do yourself. It's hard."

      "It's a good thing I'm in the shower because the water is hiding my tears."

     "You're so innocent and it's funny."