The Poor Life *OneDirectionSpankfic*

Chapter One

Shawns POV*

I pulled into the diveway, staring up at the tiny apartment and sighed. It's been four years since our parents died and things aren't really looking to good. We're practically struggling to survive. We hardly have any food in the house and the bills are outrageous. 

I sighed, climbing out of my car and walking up the stone path way and into the house. I smelt eggs cooking and raised an eyebrow as smoke filled the living room. I hurried into the kitchen, Niall standing at the stove, spatula in one hand, the frying pan handle in the other. I rolled my eyes. That boy is always hungry!

"Niall! What on earth are you doing?!" I raised my voice and he whipped aound, the spatula falling to the floor with a thud.

"Oh- Hi, Shawn!" He scatched the back of his head awkwardly. "I-um I got hungry." He muttered looking down. I opened the kitchen window, shaking my head.

"Niall what have I told you about asking someone to cook for you? Look at all this smoke!" At that moment, Zayn barged into the kitchen, a towel around his waist.

"Niall! Why's th- Ohhh." He trailed off, staring at me, wide-eyed. 

"Zayn. Why on earth did you let Niall cook?!" I asked furiously. Zayn shook his head frantically. 

"I didn't! I was in the shower!" He defended, and I turned to Niall. That boy is in for it! He knows I don't want him cooking. He'll be the reason our house burns down. I stalked over to him, gripping his upper arm tightly. He whimpered, trying to pry his arm from my hands. 

"Get your little bum to your bedroom and wait for me, right now!" I swatted his bum a few times to get him moving. He sped down the hallway and into his bedroom. I turned to Zayn.

"Let this be the last time you don't pay attention to your brothers, Zayn, or I'll take a belt to you!" I stated as Zayn nodded his head, mumbling a 'yes sir'. I walked down the hallway, entering Niall's bedroom. He was sitting on his bed with his knees pulled up against his chest, tears brimming the edge of his eyes.

"I really am sorry, Shawn." He whimpered quietly as I sat next to him. I sighed.

"I know you're sorry, Niall. But I can't let this go unpunished. We're already having grocery problems and I've told you several times that you need to ask before you do things. How hard is that?" I lectured sternly. He didn't answer me. "Niall, you know the drill. Bare yourself and over my knee"

"W-what?! But Shawn!" He protest but I glared at him.

"No buts!" I said angerly. He hesitated for a moment before he slid his jeans and boxers down to his ankles, draping himself over my knee. I waisted no time in peppering his bottom with painful smacks. He whined quietly, squirming over my knee. I could tell he was trying to avoid any noises from escaping his lips. I slammed my hand down again and an unwilling sob escaped his lips.

"S-Shawnnnnn, p-please!" He cried, kicking his legs, trying to break free from my grasp. I ignored him, locking his legs between mine, slapping his sit spots harshly. "I'm sorry, Shawn, p-please!"

"Niall James, when I tell you not to do something, I mean it!" I lectured, smacking his thighs. He sobbed heavily, falling limp over my knee. "You could've burned the house down, Niall! What were you thinking?!"

"I'm s-sorry! It won't h-happen a-again!" He cried, I nodded, landing ten more swats to his crimson red bum before stopping, helping him stand up. I slid his boxers up carefully and he kicked his jeans off.

I pulled him into my embrace, whispering soothing words into his ear. His sobs soon subsided to occasional sniffles. He let out a yawn, leaning into my chest, closing his eyes.

I carefully placed him in his bed, pulling the blankets up to his neck. I gave him a kiss on the forehead. "I love you, Ni." I whispered, turning the light off and exiting the room.

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Soo? What'd ya think? It's horrible isn't it! Gosh, I'm gonna crawl in a hole now and die.... >.< 

Okay, so. I need a cover for this story, 'I Do This Because I Love You' and Tough Love. I would do it myself, but I, unfortunately suck at making cover photos. So? Who's up to making me a few covers? You can email them to me if you'd like. The person who makes the best cover photo will have a chapter dedicated to them! 

My email is.... horank74 at gmail.com

Gosh, wattpad hates me :( It wouldn't let me put a 'at' sign without making me mention some one :( anywho.

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