My Babysitters Are Idiots // One Direction [Book 1: Idiot Series]

Chapter Twenty Four - Best Summer Ever [Final Chapter]

Mica.

My dad walked in, a huge smile on his face. He looked around at us. "Hello everyone! Boys, your car is waiting outside."

The boys sighed and nodded, standing up. I stood up with them and followed them as they grabbed their bags and walked towards the front door. 

They all turned back to me with sad smiles. Louis was the first to come up to me and hug me tightly. "I'll miss your cheeky attitude." His breath was warm against my ear, and I'd miss it.

"I'll miss you punching me in the face," I giggled. Louis chuckled and leaned down, kissing my head.

"Goodbye, angel," he whispered.

"Goodbye, Lou," I whispered back, my voice cracking.

Zayn was next to come up to me. He knelt down in front of me and wrapped his arms around me. "I'll miss you so much, babe."

"I'll miss you too, Zayn," I sighed, tears beginning to well in my eyes.

"Oh, and, I promise I will take you to get your first tattoo, yeah? Soon?" he said to me with a sad smile. I smiled a little and nodded.

"Yeah, goodbye Zayn," I said.

"Bye, Mica." He ruffled my hair and stood up, letting Liam now come over to me.

"I don't really have much to say, I'll just miss you a lot," he said as he hugged me tightly. I hugged him back, wiping my cheek with the back of my hand as tears fell down.

"I'll miss you too, Liam," I croaked out.

"Goodbye," he sighed, leaning down and kissing my head before turning.

"Bye." I bit my lip. Niall now came up to me, tears rolling down his cheeks.

"I'll miss you so much," he said as he bent down, wrapping his arms around me very tightly, burying his face in my hair.

"I'll miss you too, blondie."

"Goodbye," he sighed.

"Bye-bye," I said quietly. Harry was the last to come up to me, and I knew this goodbye was going to be the hardest.

He picked me up and hugged me tightly. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, burying my face into his shoulder and crying.

"I promise, we'll never forget you," he whispered to me.

"And don't worry, I won't be able to forget you. No matter how hard I try," I joked. He cracked a small smile and chuckled.

"Goodbye, Mica," he whispered.

"Goodbye, Harry," I whispered back. Harry set me down and sighed. He rubbed his hand over my hair and smiled at me once more before turning with the boys and walking out the door. I watched them walk down my garden until they reached the car. They all turned to me one last time and waved before getting in.

I waved back at them, wiping my tear stained cheeks again.

"Awh, c'mon Mica. Stop crying," dad said, wrapping an arm around my shoulder and closing the door. "What did you guys do this Summer?" he asked me.

I smiled.

"You must be Meeca," the one with the curly hair said. You could tell he was attempting a quiff into his curls, but failing miserably. And he said my name wrong which made him more annoying.

"It's Mica, Okay? Mike-a!" I said, loudly.

"Oh, sorry, Mica." He smiled.

"Mmm, and your names are?" I asked.