One Direction Preferences

you babysit the children next door ~ Tomlinson

You always found it difficult to find an activity that interested both Jessica and Oliver, the children that you babysit. So when Jessica finally gave in to playing football with her brother you were relieved that they would be occupied for awhile. However, it wasn't very long into their game when things started to go wrong.

"Jessica, be careful!" You shout loudly as the ball she has just kicked hits the kitchen window behind you hard.

"Sorry, Y/N." She apologises, and you kick the ball back to her.

"It's okay. I just don't feel like telling your mum we've smashed a window again." You sigh, remembering the time they attempted to play tennis indoors. "Just try not to kick towards the house, honey. Just kick the ball towards your brother." You tell her, suddenly noticing that he has sat down at the bottom of the garden. "Oliver, are you not playing football with your sister?" You call across the garden to him.

"No! She's rubbish!" He yells back at you, sulking, and you could swear you hear somebody chuckle in the garden next door.

"Fine! Don't play with me then! I was only playing for you, anyway." Jessica snaps, and she storms back up the garden to head back inside. You start to panic slightly as you can't leave Oliver out in the garden by himself, or Jessica inside the house on her own. 

"No, Jess. Wait a second. I'm sure he didn't mean it." You tell her, but she just growls at you before kicking the ball as hard as she possibly can. You watch as it flies up into the air, over the fence and lands with a thud in the garden next door.

"Jess! What did you do that for?!" You hear Oliver shout angrily at her.

"Jessica, please can you go inside, sit on the sofa and take some time to chill out." You tell her sighing heavily. "Oliver, we'll go around to next door and ask for the ball back." You tell him, but just as he runs to catch up with you a head pops up over the fence.

"Hey... Did you lose something?" The person asks, smirking a little and you feel your jaw drop as you recognise him as Louis Tomlinson. Before you have a chance to answer he chucks the ball over the fence and back into your garden.

"Thanks!" Oliver grins happily, as he runs to retrieve the ball.

"Yeah, thanks." You smile looking at Louis.

"No problem." He smiles at you. "You know, I couldn't help but hear the little situation a minute ago..." He trails off.

"Oh, sorry about that. I'll make sure they keep the noise down in future." You say, blushing.

"Oh, no! It's not that." He quickly informs you. "I just wondered if I could help? I'd be happy to play with er... Oliver is it?" He offers. You consider the preposition for a little while, still somewhat shocked by Louis's presence to begin with.

"Please, Y/N?" Oliver starts to beg you.

"Yeah... Are you gunna leave me hanging on this fence all day?" Louis asks cheekily, and you suddenly realise he has been holding his weight this whole time.

"Fine." You say finally. "But if a window gets smashed, you're telling their mother!" You tell him a little sternly.

"Yes, ma'am!" He calls as he hauls himself over the fence and drops down on your side. You spend the rest of the afternoon watching them play football, wondering how you got so lucky to be paid to watch Louis Tomlinson running around in his football shorts.