Don't Ask // l.payne

Larry and Curly....wheres Moe?

      (A.N.) DEDICATION TO @I_LoVe_1Dxx FOR BEING MY FIRST FAN AND LETTING ME BE lIAMS GIRL!!! YOU ROCK!!

      Grace stopped as soon as she saw me, "Sissy sissy sissy sissy!!" she ran to me, arms open and little fingers wiggleing as she crashed into my legs.

"Hey babe?" I kept my eyes on the terrible mess of teenage boys.

The 12 year old poked Niall, "Your turn." Abby looked up from her droid with an unamused expression on her face, "Hi Jazzmyn."

I waved, my face still blank with confusion as grace, my 2 year old half sister (real mom + non real dad=half sister) ran and sat on Camerons lap.

The music stopped and Harry sat up with urgency.

"I'M DONE!! I'm donedonedone!!! Your turn! She is loud, I can't understand a word she says, she hates one direction and eats MORE.THAN.NIALL!!!" he was breathing heavy and bolted up the stairs.

   "Are you aware that one direction is in your flat?" Abby asked, I nodded, "And are you aware that Liam payne has his hands on your hips?"

I glanced down, realized that she was right and nodded, "Caaaaaaameron? Please explain why Larry and Curly are here." 

Abby being Larry for.....unknown reasons. And Grace is curly because she was born with a mat of curly blonde hair on her head,

      "Dan dropped them off at 11:30 *cough* He'll be back late tonight *cough* to pick them up and bring them back to your mum and dad *cough up a lung* call Dan."

I, again, nodded and dialed Dan, peeling away from snickering Liam, setting my phone on speaker and putting it on the top of the couch.

It rang  once before he picked up,

"Dan? Explain!" I peeled off my leather jacket, exposing my pink hair and getting scared, horrified, confused and even awakard looks, Maybe I should explain,

 "Called it!! Money, Phil!!" I heard him yell in the background, "Hi, to you too, Jazzmyn!"

I chucked my shoes at Zayn, snapping him out of whatever trance he was in,

"Well, you wouldn't pick up your phone so I couldn't call. I had your sisters today but Phil and I have a live show to do, meaning no destructive mini monsters or whining 12 year olds. I'll pick them at 12, see you then!"

             With that, the line dropped and Abbys mouth fell open, insulted by the simple truth.

"Okay! This is how it goes! Cameron-go to bed! Zayn- stop looking at me like that and take that awful CD out of my nice stereo! Niall-keep Abby busy! Abby- keep our fellow leprachan busy!"

She flashed a thumbs up as Cameron trudged up the hard stairs.

"Louis-clean yourself! thats disgusting!" he sat up and pointed to little Gracie, who was eating food off the floor, "Her fault!"

I sighed, "Liam-do something! Gracie!"

She snapped her head towards me and she straightened her chubby legs, "Come here muchkin! I missed you!"

She smiled, I crouched down to pick up the bouncing baby, "Hey Curly! Whats up with my little eating machine?"

Louis walked past us, peeling off his wet shirt.

She took a deep breath and played with the ends of my hair, "Mummy had wook so Daniel pict me and Lawy up. We saw Phillip and I wesled with him!" she leaned back in my arms to punch the air in front of her,