The Presidents Son - Larry Stylinson

The Presidents Son

"Introducing our new president, Mark Tomlinson, his 5 wonderful children, and  lovely first lady,  Johanna Tomlinson, as they begin their move into the White House!

His children, Charlotte, Felicite, Daisy, and Phoebe, and his one and eldest son, Louis, are now moving into the family house, where they will live for the next 4 years of their lives.

We wish them the best of times in the traditional house, where all the first families before them have lived, for now their names can be added to the list!"

The camera shuts off and the family are left to stare at their new house, way to big for even them. Will this ever feel like home? Probably not, but hey, Louis is the Presidents son! Where can that go wrong?

1 year later

"Dad!" I call as I walk down the long and wide, elegantly decorated halls of the house that I'm now rather quite familiar with.

I'm on my way towards the blue room, where you'll find my dad most of the time when he's doing his daily work.

He's told me before not to bother him when he's working, but Liam is at school, and Lottie, Fizzy, Daisy, and Phoebe are out with mom, most likely shopping.

I see Niall walking down the hall towards me after I turn to another hall identical to the one behind me.

He has on his regular attire of black...well...everything.

Black jeans with black shoes and a black shirt, with his security belt around is waist full of various weapons that I've tried to touch, but always was told no, and had my curious hands swatted away. He opted for telling me that's his job, to protect me, not let me kill myself with his weapons, and telling me what each one is, instead.

I tune back into reality as I see him stop me from walking any further

"Niall, hey, were is my father?"

"He's hosting a meeting in the situation room, I wouldn't disturb him, I've in fact came to tell you that," He tells me

"Oh, okay, well I'm bored, come with me to my room." I tell him before turning back around

Niall has always been the one with me in times like this, were I have no one else.

Although he is my personal body guard, he is my friend, and often we hang out in my room whenever we can, which happens to be alot more often the not.

We eventually make it through the giant house back to the 3rd floor where my room is. It's on the floor above where the rest of the family is, because I wanted this room, with its balcony and great view of the north yard.

At first my mother and father wanted me with them on the second floor, in the traditional hallway for the head family, but I didnt want to be down there.

My father decided to let me take this room after much of my annoying pleas.

This is the floor where the workers sleep at night as well.

Not all the workers here get to actually stay in the house; only high level and trustworthy personnel are allowed up here. And it just so happens that my room is right next to Nialls.

So everything really works out.

I got a pallet set in my closet for when Liam stays over on week nights.

Liam is my other friend, who I was friends with back in school, before my dad became president and I was assigned home schooling. Speaking of home schooling I'd already finished my lesson for the day, so now I have 3 hours till Liam is out of school, and the driver picks him up.