Babysitting One Direction

Chapter Twenty One

Chapter Twenty-One

"Brothers"

The next morning I was woken up by loud screaming. I jumped out of bed and raced downstairs to see three boys covered in flour in the kitchen.

"What's the matter?" I asked. Louis pouted,

"Harry dumped an entire bag of flour on me for no reason."

"You scared me!" Harry protested. 

"I was just trying to get a pancake from the stove," Niall said with a shrug.

"Niall, dismissed. Harry and Louis clean this mess up," I ordered. Larry Stylinson groaned as Niall skipped out of the kitchen. 

"But as soon as we're done, you and me are gonna have a little chat," Louis replied sternly. I sighed as the roles were reversed before nodding and going back upstairs. 

I sat in my room staring at the ceiling for about twenty minutes before Louis came barging in.

"What on earth Anna Lee? Why on earth went through your mind to come to London?" He demanded. I sighed. I knew it was going to happen sooner or later. 

"Ollie's Foster family died," I breathed out, "and they want me to adopt him." 

"What!?" He yelped, "You're not serious are you?"

"Do I look like I'm not serious?" I hissed at him. He took a deep breath,

"Are you wanting to adopt him?"

"I'm not sending him to another foster family Louis! He needs a real family and I can't give that to him and neither can they," I cried. 

"Oh Anna Lee," He said sympathetically, pulling me in for a hug as I cried. "It will be okay." 

"I just don't know what to do," I whispered.

"I'm so sorry Lee."

"I just don't know what to do Lou." He rubbed my back,

"Have you seen Ollie yet?"

"I couldn't bring myself to," I breathed out.

"How about you, me and Mum go see him? I'd love to meet the little booger!" He exclaimed. I smiled up at him and wiped my tears on my sleeves,

"You want to meet him?" Louis grinned,

"Of course! He's my half brother too! Why don't you get ready and come downstairs when you're done so we can all go?"

"Alright," I nodded. Louis kissed my head before quickly leaving the room. I sighed and flopped onto my bed. I heard a knock on the door before it creaked open. Harry's face appeared between the crack.

"What do you want, Styles?" I muttered. 

"Can we talk?"

"No."

"Please?"

"Whatever Styles. You have two minutes."

"I'm sorry for kissing you. It was really just an impulse and I'm not used to girls rejecting me. I hope you'll forgive me because I really don't want it to be awkward between us," He said quickly before frowning, "Your brother is my best friend and I don't want to loose him over a girl. I promise I'll never do anything like that again."