The Eighteenth Babysitter

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Hey bbys! This is my second fanfic so hope you like it! xx :)

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Chapter 1

"Why the fuck did you kick the babysitter out?!" I shouted, showing her the article of herself and pointing at the main picture of her shouting at the seventeenth babysitter right outside the house.

"She was an annoying ass bitch, kept complaining on how I didn't really pay attention to Jordan and that I'm not being the caring 'mother' that everyone says I am." She spoke, raising her tone at me.

"God, Perrie. She was the seventeenth. Seventeenth." I repeated, running my hand through my hair in frustration. I chucked the article in the bed, sitting down.

"It's not my fault that you have bad choice in nannies." She

retorted,crossing her arms making her cleavage more seen than it already was.

I sighed in response, pinching the bridge of my nose just in pure and utter frustration.

"Look, I'm going to call another babysitter and you better not kick her out." I said in a firm tone while she put her hands on her waist.

"We will see." She exited out of the room; slamming the door shut, probably going to check on Jordan now.

I laid back on the bed staring at the ceiling wishing that she didn't agree on the contract in the first place. Life would've been so much easier.

I regained my position; sitting up and taking my phone out of my pocket.

I simply swiped the unlock button and typed in my passcode then went to Contacts and called the company of where we get the babysitters.

In about three rings they finally answered.

"Hi, this is Olive speaking."

"Uh, hi. This is Zayn Malik." I responded. I heard her groan when I introduced who I was, probably since this was the eighteenth time I was calling; either that or she just doesn't like me.

"Another babysitter Mr Malik?" She asked; well more like stated considering the tone in her voice.

"Yea.." I trailed off.

"I honestly don't know if the babysitters are the problem or if it's just you and your wife." She complained while I sighed in response.

"Do you still have a babysitter available or not?" I changed the subject, starting to getting annoyed with her.

She huffed. "I'll check." There was a minute of silence before she spoke up again. "There's one available and lives nearby you, Jane Burton."

"She's 20 and she is one of the best babysitters we have here in this company." She added. Wow. 20? Normally the babysitters we got were mid late 40s.

I nodded my head in response but then I realized that it was through the phone so I replied with a yes. Gosh, I'm an idiot.

"Will she be ready to babysit here in short notice? Say about 30 minutes time?" I asked her, looking up at the clock above our door; checking the time; 3 pm on the dot. I have an interview in 4:30 with the boys and Perrie has to perform in some charity event then record a new single they've been working on afterwards.

"It's a bit short notice, don't you think Mr Malik?"

"Will she be able to babysit now or not?" I snapped at her, lying on my back down at the bed again, sighing.