Babysitten with Horan

hey guys!! this is a story for  'zoe' hope you injoy!!!  I put a lot of thought into it. -lilly

I search through my stuff. Finally finding my favorite shirt and shorts. I stuff all of my stuff into my suit case and run out the door. I crash into my purple ford. I take my black I phone and dial 'avery' number it rings and then she answers

"hello?" avery asks

"hey I am going to be late to watch anna and abagail!" I slur quickly

"oh! It is fine we have Bens friend there watching them. He will be there all weekend!"

"ok thanks sorry though!"

"it is fine thanks for watching them I got to go I am on the plane bye!"

"bye enjoy yourself!" I exclaim hanging up. Ben was Averys husband. I pull up to the large house I come to every few times in a month to watch there children. Which where two twin babys. I pull out my key and walk in. I walk into the kitchen to find a yound man with a blond quiff holding abagail in his arms making accasional weird noises. "you must be zoe." the boy says . He still hasent made any eye contact with me. "yes. I am and you are-" I get inrupted "Niall.nice to meet you." he stutters putting the child in her play swing. He looks up and our eyes meet finally.

"nice to meet you too." I say walking back outside out to my car. I grad my suit case and pull it in.

Ok yes Niall is cute but he seems shy. I walk in and bring it to my room I usally stay in. Both of the children are already asleep. I feel radation from Nialls eyes on me. I lean againsted the kitchen counter. "so Niall what do you do for a job?" I ask cocking my head as he washes his hands. "I manly just babysit and on my free time I take pictures and edit them quite nicely." he says his irish accent showing more than at first.

"you sound irish what brings you to flordia?" I ask pulling my tank top down a little. "well my parents moved me down here for college. After I finished I was stuck here because I love it here." he says his deep irish voice creeping to a quite one. "it is pretty nice down hear you know." I say tugging at my hair little staring at his wonderful eyes. They were blue. The sea lingering over, the clear sea the clear blue not gray one. I stop staring at him and he ends up staring at me.