Baby Niall

Chappy 17

Every parent has their favorite item in their house. Some like their washing and drying machines, some like their refrigerators, and some even like their toasters.

For Louis, it was his vacuum cleaner.

Louis, for the first time in his life, enjoys cleaning the house with his vacuum cleaner. In fact, he does the whole house every week. It's a win-win situation.

It's now Thursday in the 1D house, and that's the significant day that Louis goes through the house, vacuuming every speck of dirt he sees.

Niall, feeling quite generous that Thursday, bounded down the hall and into his Mummy's room, where Louis stood there pulling on his socks.

"Morning, Niall," Louis greeted, bending over and kissing the blonde fluffy hair of Niall's.

"Mornin', Mumma," Niall mumbled back, as he rocked back and forth on his heels.

"It's cleaning day, so I gotta get started," Lou began to say, mainly to himself, not to blow Niall off or anything.

"Can Ni... uh, vac," Niall stammered,"Vac... yoom?"

Louis chuckled at his attempt to say the word, and inquired, "You want to?"

"Uh-huh, please! Ni wanna help!"

Louis smiled at his boy, proud of him.

"How about," Louis began,"I'll do the upstairs rooms, and you do the downstairs?"

That only gave Niall the job to do the living room, the rest of the floors being either hard wood or tiles.

"Yes!" Niall said, agreeing immediately.

"Good boy," Louis smiled, and kissed the small boy's head.

So Niall went back to the living room, patiently waiting for his mummy to clean the house. It wasn't that long of a wait, because when you enjoy cleaning it goes by fast.

"Okay, please be careful, and don't get tangled up in the cord," Louis pleaded as he plugged the cod into the socket, and the vacuum roared to life.

"'Kay," Niall said, and took the vacuum with both of his hands. His mummy kissed his soft hair, and then went into the kitchen. He wanted to make sure that Niall didn't get into too much trouble.

So Niall began to push the vacuum cleaner all around the living room, and he was actually doing a pretty good job. He started with the corners of the room, and then worked his way into the middle.

He was doing fine until he went under the coffee table, where a lone sock laid abandoned by it's former wearer. Probably Harry's, because of how it was striped with pineapples decorating it.

Niall blindly sent the vacuum down there and the sock was sucked up into the socket, and then it all went downhill. The machine gave out a murmur of warning, before the whole thing went dead.

Niall, being confused, pulled out the vacuum and examined the front, and as soon as he saw the top half of Harry's sock he knew he was in a lot of trouble.

Tears rushed to his eyes as he tried flicking the on and off switch back and forth, but nothing worked. The small boy went into panic mode. 

He could either tell Louis that he broke his favorite thing ever, and his mummy hate home for the rest of his life, or leave it there and go hide.

"Niall? You done already?" Louis asked from the kitchen.

He took off, so you can see that he went with the latter. He took off down the hall just as Louis appeared, being unspotted.

Louis saw the vacuum on the floor, turned on it's side, so he immediately went to investigate. He checked the hose, the dust bags, and finally... the mouth.