the billionaire and the babysitter

chapter 8

~POV Niall~

I see my ex-girlfriend, the mum of my kids. She sits on my lap and starts kissing me in my neck. I just hope they didn't see either the kids or Liam.

She is hard and abusive. I am right now tied up to a chair, so I can't move. "When can I see the kids again?" She asks me. "How about never!" I tell her. "Oh, come on, I changed!" She says. "Yeah, I can tell," I say sarcastic.

"Oh shut up! Did you know 13 years ago, I tricked Louis too!" She says. A lad and a girl walk in, my guessing 13 years old. They are covered in bruises and cuts. If Louis knew about them, they'd be with Louis and Harry, and they didn't have to adopt anymore.

"Bring him food and water, please," she says. She walks away, and a moment later, those kids return. They have food and water for me. They untie me and give me everything.

"I think I know your dad," I say. We hear the door slamming downstairs, and I hear footsteps running upstairs.

I hide the kids in some closet. A few men run in and their cops. "Are you okay, sir?" I open the door of the closet and walk downstairs. They take my ex. "Are those kids Louis?" I ask her seriously. "Yes," she says with a big grin. She gets taken away, and I grab a phone.

I immediately call louis. "Who is this?" He asks, angry. "It's me, mate. You don't need to adopt kids, I think. They are a little older than you both hoped, but their yours," I say. "How old?" He asks. "13 years. Lou, they need a stable home! Please?" I say. "See them at the police station?" He asks. "Yeah," I answer. He hangs up, and I run back upstairs.

"Don't be hard on those kids," I say. "They are hers!" One of the cops says. "And look how they walk!" I tell them. "They didn't choose their mum. I know their dad and I already called him. They can live there as long as they want," I say. They nod, and we go to the station. They check us up, and I have a major wound on my stomach.

"You need a hospital for this," Maya a cop say. "I'll go soon as I see my kids," I say. "Okay," the kids walk in. I drive to the hospital. We'll, liam drives me.

When we arrive they bring me to a room. "Are you going to be okay, dad?" Oliver asks scaredly. "I'll be fine," louis and Harry walk in with the kids. I can tell they're scared.

Louis and Harry see the spot. "Kids, let's get ice cream, okay?" Harry asks the kids, and they nod. "Can you stay Liam? I am not a fan of hospitals, and I am really scared for what this is," I say, and he nods. We are waiting for the doctor. "It's an internal bleeding. You need to be operated right now," the doctor says.