Babysitting with Niall Horan

Chapter 12

FLASHBACK:

Nialls pov.

I pull away, bitting my lip as I reconsider. "I don't know Liam. Wh-what will the fans think. My parents. Katie. The others. The kids..." I ramble on, staring at the wall. "I don't know, Niall. I don't." He sighs, resting his hand on my shoulder. I sat down on the bed, rubbing my face. I felt the bed slope down beside me. I look over, seeing Liam as he rubbed circles in my back. I flinch at the contact. "I..." He finally spoke up. "I know this is hard. And theres a lot of pros. And cons. But do what you think is best.." He's not that bad at giving advice. But he's not that good. "Uh. Yeah. Thanks Li."

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Louis' pov.

I chew on my bottom lip as we all sat in silent. Everyone glanced at each other every now and then, nothing terribly weird. I guess you could say. I impatiently bounce my foot up and down, feeling my cheeks burn everytime Katie and I had made eye connection. Everyone likes---loves her, except for zayn and Liam..i think. They don't show emotion, anyway.

I sigh, slowly stamding up. "Anyone...want anything?" I ask quietly, gazing back at the seven remaining in their seats. "Uhm.." I felt a small smirk spread across my face as I focused my attention on Katie who had finally spoke up. "W-water, please?" She spoke softly. Oh, her gorgeous, angleic voice.

I smile gently and nod. "Of course, love." I murmur as i shuffle into the kitchen. My eyes roam around through the refrigerator. I sigh to myself as i felt my hand grasp onto two bottles of water before shutting the cold, wide fridge. I made my way back into the living room, handing Katie the water carefully. "Thanks!" She beams toward me as she gripped the cold bottle. I nod as I place a small kiss on her cheek, taking a seat next to her.

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Niall's pov.

I sigh quietly, keeping my hands stuffed deep in my pockets as Liam and I walked back downstairs. I take in a hitched breath, stopping quickly as i spotted Louis. He couldn't have. Not him! He has no right! I heard a soft whimper escape from my throat, anger soon boiling up inside of my. I narrow my eyes, leaning against the far wall, knowing no one could see me. I mean. It is my house, yeah? I shake my head, grinding my teeth on my bottom lip harshly as i watched him ever so lightly rest his hand on her knee. He can't do that, can he? She's mine. Well, not technically. But soon she will. I can feel it.

I cleared my throat, crossing my arms against my chest. "Tomlinson." I muttered loudly, clear enough for everyone to hear. I smirked, watching his head snap my way with wide eyes. I beckoned him over. Assuming he was following me, I stumbled quickly upstairs, closing the door quietly behind him. I slowly approached him before releasing part of my anger, slamming him against the wall, my face inches from his as we locked eyes. "Would you like to live, Tomlinson?" I whispered harshly, appyling more pressure by the second.

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I CONTINUED YAYAYAYAYAYA!!!! Cliff hanger, sorta? idek but heyyy Harry's birthday is like 2 hrs here lololol.

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