Chapter 8

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*Louis' POV next day*
Well we are on our way to the funeral. Ugh I still don't know why I have to go. I have my ear buds in while the rest of the family is being annoying as fuck. I decided that I'm not going to pick on her. I'm not that mean. Besides her mum got shot, so I think that this is a one time thing that I am going to be nice to her. I groan as we get off the car. This is so depressing, I mean everyone is wearing black, and crying. Pft like loosing a mom is sad. Well... if I lost my mom i would be very sad.
We walk up to the seats where everyone is at and sit down. The one thing that sucks is that she is sitting in front of us. I smell a lot of beer, but not from her, from her dad which he was right next to her. I eyed on how they were sitting, don't judge me, and besides the chairs are like those metal chairs that people use after they run out of chairs. I saw that his hand was on her thigh, he was caressing her thigh. She would only look down. She should be ashamed that she sleeps with her own dad. Wait... Are you fucking kidding me?! She sleeps with her fucking dad! Oh this is going to be great to tell the guys.
"Louis stand up we are starting." My mother whispered as we all stood up. This is going to take a long time.
*After Service*
FINALLY! They just finished burying Zoey's mom. It took so much time. What was weird is that Zoey didn't talk at all. Which is weird because I know that if my mom would die one day, which is in a long time from right now, I would have given a speech. My mom started walking towards Zoey and her dad. What the fuck does she think she is doing?!
"Mum, what are you doing?" I asked as I caught up to her and held her shoulder.
"I'm going to say that I am sorry for their loss, I want all of you to say something kind to them." She said as she put us in front of her. Ugh! This is why sometimes I rather not go anywhere with her. We reached to where Zoey and her dad were at. They turned around and saw us coming, Zoey tensed up. And I could see it. I smirked as my mom went to go talk to Mr. Jones. My sisters and I walked to Zoey who was just staring at me. I wonder what she is thinking?

*Zoey's POV*
What is he doing here? Oh my god I can tell that he new that I tensed up because he was smirking. Oh god please help me. I looked at them as they approached me.
"Hi Zoey!" Phoebe and Daisy said as they hugged me. I gave them a fake smile and hugged them back. But then Louis, literally, ripped them off from me. I was scared shitless. I could feel the blood draining from my face. He then hugged me? I didn't hug back why the fuck is he hugging me?
"Well I am sorry that your mom died." He said while sighing and then rolled his eyes without his sisters noticing. I wish I had his sisters they seemed so nice!
"Yea we really are." Lottie said. Yea I know their names, because before I turned 14 they used to come to our house. So I used to talk to them. I just nodded towards her. Then their mom came and hugged me. She brings me a good vibration, her hugs are so welcoming she is just... she is just a perfect mom that I would have wanted.
"I am really sorry Zo for what happened." She said as she pulled away, she gave me that nickname and she is the only one that can use it.
"It's ok I just wish that I was there when that happened so I could have at least helped her." I said as a tear fell from my eye. She quickly wiped it away. I gave her a weak smile.
"Well I spoke to your dad he said it's fine but all I need is if you wanted to agree." She said as her smile grew.
"I would love to help with anything." I said smiling.
"Well next week I have to leave for a business trip to America and I need your help." I nodded for her to go on. "I wanted to know if you would babysit them for me? If you agree you can stay at my house and I am going to pay you. I really don't trust Louis." She said as she whispered. What does she want me to do? "So what do you say?" She asked with a lot of hope written in her face. Oh god.

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