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Chapter 12 - Babysit

Chapter 12; Babysit
Maxxon Chase's P.O.V :


"Yeah, she's totally new."

"Louis, what does that even mean?" I ask, walking through the door and into our lounge room. "How can I be new if I bought the house and live here? Have you gone mental?"

"No, you just have the new person accent."

"What?"

"Ignore him, Max," Niall says, crunching on some Lays he probably snagged from one of his college friends. "He's convinced that anyone new has a certain accent. I don't know. Louis' stupid."

"Excuse me, Niall. I don't know if you're aware but I am a human and is humans have these devices call ears," Louis nods, plastering on a smile but glaring at him. "And guess what else? We have fucking feelings as well!" Louis fake gasps.

"Sorry, Lou. I just thought you were an alien. My apologies."

The thing about Niall is that no matter how sorry or guilty he is about something, he doesn't look like it. Like, he can apologies seven million times but he'll look the least interested.

Louis and Niall's bickering is interrupted when I hear the doorbell ring. I rush to open it. Celina is standing there and she's holding two tickets to something and his this really freaky smirk on her face. I don't know if I should be scared or excited so I have this look on my face like I'm gonna sneeze or something.

"We're seeing The Conjuring!" Celina exclaims.

"Alright, Cel. Can you just help me with something real quick?" I ask her, already leading her into the kitchen were Niall and Louis are. "Can you help me sweep up the brownie crumbs, please?"

With a grunt and a nod, Celina starts to sweep the crumbs up with a napkin. I'm doing the left side of the counter. Before I know it, I'm finished and waiting for Celina to finish her side. She's groaning and sighing.

"This is like slave work!" She exclaims. "Black people shouldn't even be doing chores because we've been doing them for ever!" Celina complains, practically laying all over our marble counter.

"Cel, if you're referring to slavery, you seriously need to go out more. "

"Max, really?" I shrug. "Who took Louis to get that shitty bird tattoo?"

"Heeeeey!" Louis exclaims. Him and Harry need to stop hanging out too much.

"Who brought the ping pong table for Niall's birthday?"

Niall snaps his fingers at Celina. He makes a really weird duck face and raises his eyebrows. "Youuuuu!" He exclaims in a Soulja Boy voice.

"Who got Harry those brown boots he never takes off?"

"Guys!" Harry exclaims, running through the front door. "I saw some new boots on sale but I couldn't betray Boots!" He pants, probably because he ran here. This is Harry were talking about.

"Who set Liam up with Sophia?"

"Guess who has a date today!" Liam calls, rushing down the stairs. "Me!" He exclaims.

"Who's taking you to see the movie you've wanted to see for weeks but couldn't because you're a workaholic?!" Celina says, waving the tickets in front of my face.

I sigh, knowing I've already lost this battle. "You," I grumble, crossing my arms over my chest. If this is how Zayn felt every time I treated his life, I'm so upset for him.

"Let's go!"


Niall Horan's P.O.V :

"Duuuuude!" Kevin exclaimed, eyes wide as he stared at Kimberly. "Don't take Jesus's headphones! He'll sin you!" He exclaimed, snatching the headphones out of her hands and giving them back to Jesus.

"Kev, you do know Jesus isn't the actual Jesus, right?" I ask, stirring the noodles in the pot. I eye the three eight year olds, wondering what is going on in their brains.

"Niall, what do you know? You're Irish," Jesus says, plugging the headphones back into the iPod jack. "God, Niall. You babysit a religious family for one day and you suddenly think you're a priest, don't ya?"

"Actually, Jesus, I'm Irish and proud. I know who God is, and work at a music store. I don't think I'm a priest." I place the bowls of spaghetti on the table. "Please, don't act like a know-it-all just because your name is Jesus."

"Ooooooh!" Kevin exclaims. "You just got treated by an old man! How do you feel about that?!" He says, getting all up in his grill. "Jesus Diaz just got burned by Niall Old Man! Would you like some ice for that burn?"

I chuckle, shaking my head. "Kim! Dinner is ready!" I call out. I watch as Kim sets down her DSI, flipping her platinum blonde hair over her shoulder. "And FYI, I'm twenty years old."

"Niall!" Kim exclaims, dropping her fork and nearly choking on her water. "So that means you're only... Twelve years older than us! My friend, Amy, is dating someone three years older than her." I raise my eyebrows. "That means we can date too!"

"Uh, no, you can't," Jesus says, taking a sip of his orange juice. The way he says it has this sassy tone to it that makes me think of Ricky. "Niall probably has a girlfriend or something, Kim. He doesn't date girls with cooties." He sticks his tongue out at her.

"Alright settle down," I say stopping the slap fight that has begun between them. Poor Kevin was sitting right between them. "I don't have a girlfriend but there is this girl I kind of like. Sorry, Kim."

"What's her name?" Kevin asks, slurping his spaghetti. I tug my phone out of my pocket, scrolling through pictures until I find the right one.

"This is her," I say, turning the cell around to show them. Three jaws drop.

"She's so pretty!" Kimberly exclaims.

"Whoa, she's really hot."

"I think I have a crush on her too."

"Yeah..." I say, smiling as I return my phone back into her pocket. We all continue chewing as Kim and Kevin discuss about the prettiness of the girl. I chuckle as I place my plate in the sink.

"Her names Max."

[OMG SORRY FOR FHE LATE UPDATE ITS BEEN FIVE DAYS. WELL NOT LATE COMPARED TO OTHERS BUT.]

[I typed the whole thing on my phone so please excuse any grammatical errors. I won't be getting my laptop fixed until probably another two weeks. I'll try my best to update though!]

[QOTD: have you ever bitten your tongue and just ASDFGHJK?]
PS I AM AWARE THAT THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A ZAYN CHAPTER SORRY.