Trapped! (A One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter - 10

"WHAT?" I screamed.

"HARRY, HOW COULD YOU?" Louis shrieked. Yes, he shrieked. A BOY, shrieked.

Harry hid behind the couch. "I'm sorry, guys! I didn't have a choice."

Harry had just given Louis and me the awesome job of babysitting for the Lyncolns' kids. They live above us, and they always ask One Direction to babysit for their triplets, but Harry always passed over and said, "Next time, Mrs. Lyncoln!" But he knew next time would never come. UNTIL, he decided to put me on the job! He was going to stay too but Taylor pushed him into taking her on a date, which he accepted reluctantly. Thankfully, Louis was around, and I begged him to sit with me. Harry had scowled and muttered a lot when Louis groaned and complained about Harry and why he'd even accepted the job. Eleanor and the others were at their job, so it only left him, so he didn't really have a choice.

"Are the triplets nice?" I asked, curiously.

Harry thought for a moment. "That depends. If you're one for kids who can tear the living room apart, empty the kitchen, break the electric wires, skin you alive, burn up the house and become a half mutant, you've got a point. Oh and here's a tip, take two parasols and um, keep the fire department on speed dial."

I stared at Harry in disbelief. If the triplets were really like that...would Louis and I come out of there alive? 

"Don't worry," Harry assured me. "The kids aren't so bad. Unless they have other kids over. Then things get a little uncontrollable and rowdy. But don't worry!" he added, when he saw my scared face. "Their parents have specifically told them not to have friends over or else..."

"Or else what?" Louis asked, carefully.

"Or else they won't get this Xbox they want pretty badly," Harry said in a rush. "Or the PS3." For a few minutes I believed him but then I had a doubt.

"How'd you know that?" I asked, tying up my hair into a ponytail. 

"I dunno," Harry shrugged. "I just figured the parents would do something like that. At least, that's what my Dad did to me. He promised me an Xbox with Fifa 13 and Just Dance 1, 2, 3 and 4."

Louis raised one eyebrow. "But you've not got it yet have you?"

Harry turned red. "Um, well. Not yet. Not that Dads ever keep promises. Anyway, just for the record, I haven't been the most angelic kid on the planet, have I?"

"Nope, but you did get billions," I pointed out.

"Whatever!" Harry announced. "You two are babysitting not baby-making, by the way. Just wanted to let you know that." Harry winked and ran away before I could chase him and bash him up with the pink flip flop in my hand.

Louis shook his head. "That guy is so annoying. But I love him." 

"Figures," I nodded in my 'understanding' way. "You guys are like brothers. A bromance relationship. Anyway, tell me, how old are these kids?"

"Um, they're not actually kids," Louis mumbled. 

I looked at him in disbelief. "Explain?"

"Well, they're almost our age," Louis admitted. "Seventeen or sixteen I guess. Two of them girls, one boy. And they have an older brother, but he's not that bad. Cute, even."

"Phew," I sighed. "I can deal with boys. They're easier to deal with for me. You take the girls, okay?"

Louis scowled at her. "Fine, but you better pay me."

I grinned. "Yeah, sure. I'll get you a miniature Louis Tomlinson doll."

"Nah," Louis said. "Wait, if you help me give a legendary wedgie for Harry then I'll do it. Liam and I did it once, so hard that we ripped his Calvin Klein underwear and yeah, we straightened his curly hair. And the result? It was awesome. He started crying!"