My Babysitters... One Direction?

What To Do When You Find A Torture Room

    "Seriously Ella! It's been 30 minutes and I can tell you stopped crying!! Just let me in!" Harry whispered on the other side of the door. I rolled my eyes and finished cleaning up.

    I sighed and unlocked the door. "What Harold?" I snapped. Sure I was being rude but I just found the torture room my cousin was killed in; one part of the case they forgot to clean up. Auntie Cara was depressed for months. She recently got over it, but it's still frightening to me.

    Harry instantly gave me a humongous hug. "Why is there a torture room in your house?" he asked, still giving me a hug.

    I laughed humorlessly. I took a deep breath and said, "My cousin was abducted. Her name was Jenni Lawyer. We looked for her for months. There were clues that led us all over the globe. We got back and were told to search our house. They said it was the last clue. My dad didn't believe she was in our house. He refused to search the house. I armed myself, got a warrant to carry a gun, and searched the house. I found Jen in that room," I said pointing at the room as I let one tear slip. Harry wiped it off while I continued. "It was a soundproof room and at the time it had a glass window looking in. Before the torture room, it was our lounge. He played back the sound. I could see it and hear it. He said he was going to kill her. Kill her in cold blood. Without guilt. He was a serial killer. He shot her everywhere that wouldn't kill her, even nicked her head. Then he took a knife and carved XB. He stabbed her in the heart. He was the last one to be sent to the UK for hanging. Xavier Black. (sorry if that's your name) Man I hate him!" I screamed into Harry's chest. At some point, I had fallen into his arms. Now I'm sobbing into his chest.

    "Shh, Ella, shh, it's okay, I got ya," Harry mumbled into my hair, shedding tears at my story. We sat there for 15 minutes, just cuddling.

    "It changed us," I started ending my story. "My dad became a workaholic, I was trying to make everybody happy. Auntie Cara got really depressed. She had to go to rehab. She got out and was back to normal for a while. She was still depressed, but she was getting better. Dad's still a workaholic. And that, Harold, is the Harrington story!" I finished off.

    He sat in silence for a moment. Suddenly, I'm given a piggyback. I grab on for dear life, still trying to figure out what's going on. I start hear him mumble. I'm then dropped and hear Harry scream, "KITCHEN!!" or "KITTEN!!" I'm guessing it's the first one, because we're in the kitchen. He turns to face me. "I'm going to make you snicker doodles!!" he shouts, pushing me out of the kitchen.

    I walk out, chuckling. "Don't blow up the house; Dad will throw a fit!" I scream back. I flop on the couch and wait to be called in by Harry. An hour and a half later someone screams superman and lands on my stomach. I just about faint when it's not Harry. "Who the heck are you and why are you in my house?" I ask, flipping him onto the ground and pinning him there.

    "Ella?" Harry asks. I look at him, trying to tell him with my eyes, 'I'm a bit busy here!' He pushes me off the person. "Louis?" he asks.

    "Okay who the heck is Louis? Does anyone else see the room spinning? I feel tired. Ahh, nighty night Harry! Don't die!" I manage to say before I'm out cold.