The Babysitter (1D Fanfic)(Liam Payne Love Story)

~Chapter 2~

I was waiting on the sofa for the person to come and get me. I had packed just about everything but the kitchen sink. Luckily, I didn’t have much food, so I didn’t have to throw away much. I was listening to my One Direction playlist when there was a knock at the door. I stopped my music and put my phone in my pocket as I approached. I opened the door and was greeted by a older looking man wearing a suit.

“Are you Miss Lionsly?” He asked.

“Y-yes, sir.” I replied. He smiled.

“Then come with me. Do you have your bags ready?” I nodded and grabbed my three suitcases and my purse.

“Let me carry them, miss.” I shook my head.

“No, no, it’s fine.” He raised an eyebrow.

“Alright suit yourself.” I smiled.

“Thank you.” I turned around and locked my door. When I turned back around, my suitcases were gone and I saw the man with them putting them in the car.

“Hey! I said I wanted to bring them!” I huffed walking toward the car. He smirked and slammed the trunk down. I rolled my eyes and slipped into the back seat of the car. The man went into the drivers seat and started the engine. In minutes we were off.

~*~

It was about a half hour drive. I had a bit of fun talking with the driver, who I soon learned his name was Johnson. We pulled up to a very large house.

“Here we are.” Johnson said putting the car into park. I stepped outside of the car and looked up at this monsterus building. It was an all white building with a gate sweeping around it. We were through the gate obviously, and we were now by the front entrance. Where we parked, it was a circle, a cul-de-sac with a stone fountain the middle of it. There was a cream-beige front door, with white pillars. Wow, these people must be stinking rich. I was ripped from my thoughts my Johnson calling my name.

“Miss Lionsly, Miss Lionsly, are you alright?!” I looked up and saw he was at the top of the stairs leading to the front door. I shook my head to get myself back to reality and grabbed my purse. I closed the door and ran up the stairs to Johnson. I walked up to the door and took a deep breath, and put on a natural smile. I knocked once and heard people fighting to get to the door. I couldn’t wait to meet the little sweeties. I wonder how old they were, 5, 6? 10 maybe? The door opened and I was beyond surprise to see who was at the door. Louis Tomlinson?