^As the story goes on I will put up pictures of their mansion^
Luke's POV:
"Aaand done," Michael says as he places the pen on the table and looks at the document like it's a piece of artwork.
"I still don't see why we're doing this," Calum begins. "We'll be gone half the time anyway.
"It's something to come home to," Ashton points out. "And we have the money for it."
"He's right," I say. "What good is having money if you don't use it?"
"Very true," Calum nods. "Who's gonna take care of the place while we're gone?" he asks as we're walking to the real estate office to turn our paperwork in.
"We'll hire someone. A housekeeper who will clean when we're home and not home, and when we're here they can cook for us and do other stuff around the house," Michael seems to have thought this out.
"How much are we going to pay them?" Ashton asks.
"I was thinking about not paying them much, but they can live in the house. We'll pay for food and stuff."
"Probably the smartest thing you've come up with," I laugh as we enter the office. Michael has a short conversation with the agent before we walk back out into the fall air.
Ashton's phone rings. "Hello? Okay," he hangs up in a matter of seconds.
"Meeting with management."
"Joy," Calum huffs.
"Relax, he said it wouldn't take long."
We arrive at the building shortly and take seats in the conference room. "Boys!" Our boss greets us. "Trust me, this won't take long. I just called you here to inform you that we're having another tour! It's a small one, just around Australia, New Zealand, and parts of Asia. It starts not next Wednesday, but the one after." We roll our eyes. Another tour?!? We just got back a couple weeks ago! "I know you guys are still tired from the last tour but I promise, get this one done and you'll have at least a three month break."
"Are you serious?!" I ask joyfully. "A whole three months?"
"At least," he corrects. Us boys are baffled. "So you'll leave on the 18th and tour for less than two months, then you'll be back here and on break for a while. Sound good?"
"If it means that break, then yes," Michael stands and shakes his hand. The rest of us stand and do the same.
"Great. Oh, and a little housewarming gift," he pulls a bottle of wine from behind him.
"Thank you."
"My pleasure. See you soon!"
"Bye," we all wave before exiting the building and hailing a cab back to our new house.
"Hey, I'll order us some pizza," Ashton says, picking up his phone. "We should start looking for someone to watch over the house."
"On it," Michael grabs his laptop. Calum and I sit behind him so we can see what he's looking at. We wait for Ashton to finish ordering the pizzas, then he joins us.
Michael googles "housekeeping Australia." Multiple websites pop up for any care, including nannies, babysitters, pet sitters, and housekeepers. Michael clicks on housekeepers and we begin our work.
•••
Four hours, three pizzas, and one dead MacBook battery later, our search has come to a dead end. We visited multiple websites, scrolled through God knows how many pages, and shimmied across hundreds of profiles to no avail. As boring and easy as it sounds, we're exhausted.
"I'm done," Asthon huffs, lugging himself off the couch.
"You said it," Calum agrees, rubbing his eyes.
"Yeah. I'm going to bed," Michael yawns and goes up the stairs to his room.
"Me too," Calum says.
"Yeah, we got a big day tomorrow. We have to move our stuff in," Ashton reminds us.
"I thought we were already moved in!" Michael complains.
"Michael, a couch, two camping chairs, and a couple of mattresses does not count as 'moved in'," I inform him.
"Fine. See you in the morning boys."
"Night," is muttered by the rest of us. I get up and make my way to my room. I shut the door gently, only to have it echo through the empty halls. I can't help but feel sorry for the housekeeper, who will be so lonely in this giant house for months at a time.
I grab my computer and plop down on my bed. Might as well keep looking for a housekeeper.
The reason we didn't find anyone was because none of the profiles really spoke to us. None of them were creative or really said anything about the person. There was nothing unique about them.
And if you know any of us, you'd know we're unique.
I also don't particularly want a crazy fangirl living in my house. I love the fans, really, but some are just insane.
But, hey, unique.
I google "housekeepers near me," since Google knows my current location. Ads for the same websites we visited earlier pop up.
I do something I usually don't do, and that's go to the fourth page of results. I scroll through, not really finding anything until I reach the very bottom. I click on the link and there is a little white box with plain black text.
Carter BeLieu, 18
•High school graduate looking for work
•No prior experience
•Negotiable Pay/Hours
•Background check available
Anything helps.
That last part gets me.
Anything helps.
This person sounds like they're stuck in a rough patch.
I get up and hold the button on the house intercom system. This house has one since it's too big to yell and be heard. "Boys, come to my room."
Within a minute, the three of them groggily make their way to my room. "What do you want," Calum grumpily asks.
"I think I found our person," I say, turning my laptop so the screen faces them.
"Luke, there's not even a picture of this guy. He could be a drug dealer for all we know," Ashton says.
"See, that's what I thought. But it says 'background check available.' What criminal would give us a background check if they didn't want us to find out?"
"He's got a point," Michael tells Ashton.
"I don't know."
"And look at the bottom. Anything helps. Whoever this is could probably really use the money, and a place to stay."
"Does make you feel kinda bad..." Calum admits.
"See? If we don't help this person then they get to keep living a shitty life. Isn't that what you've always wanted to do? Help people? This is your chance, Ash."
"Fine," Ashton agrees. "Email him and see if we can get coffee tomorrow morning or something okay?"
I smile at the decision and immediately open up my email. I quickly type the message. "Okay, coffee at nine at Stoked. Sound good?" They nod in response. I finish the email, hopefully he'll reply before morning.
The boys retreat back to their rooms, and I soon drift off to sleep as well.
