"This was on the front page," George said as he held up a news paper.
It read,
"BAD DAD!!!
"Former member of boy band, One Direction, Niall Horan, was found in a bar, carrying his newly adopted daughter. This party-fanatic has brought his unlucky daughter into the mess. News says he received the small baby only two days ago. She was brought here from an orphanage in Ukraine. No one knows what her name is, but with Niall's wild life, it could be Vodka for all we know. What drama awaits this unlucky girl in her new life with Niall Horan?"
"What did I tell you?" George demanded. He was really mad, even Niall could see that.
Niall didn't answer but changed the subject.
"We should get a nanny for her," he said.
"What did I tell you!" George yelled.
"To not bring her to a bar," Niall mumbled.
"Exactly! And what did you do!"
"Just that."
"I don't know what to do with you, Niall!" George gasped, "I try to take care of you, I try to honor your father and do as he said! But soon, I'm going to have to break the promise that I made and send you to rehab!"
Silence settled between the two after George's outburst.
"I don't know what to do with you," he finally said sadly, "I really don't."
"I know what we could do for her," Niall said quietly.
"For who?"
"For Melody."
"You mean Martha?"
"Yeah," Niall said, "We could get her a nanny!"
George eyed him suspiciously and said, "You seem to excited about this."
"Just think of it! She'll have someone who knows how to take care of her, and I'll be free to-"
George gave him a glare.
"To change me life," Niall finished.
"As stupid as your excuse sounds," George sighed, "She she does need someone who knows how to look after her."
"Yes!" Niall said and ran out the door but added, "Make sure she's cute!"
Jackie had come up during the conversation and whispered to George after Niall left, "Lets make sure she's ugly."
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The next day, a nanny arrived at Niall's house for an interview.
"All right," he said as he made his way to the front door, checking his deodorant on the way.
"Hello-"
He stopped when he saw the lady at the door.
She was hideous. Honestly, I think she was nanny Mcfee. She had warts and moles and crooked teeth.
Niall sent George a glare, closed the door and said, "I said cute, not creepy."
That same day, a new nanny came to the door.
"All right," Niall said as he walked to the door, and added loudly enough for George to hear, "She'd better be cute!"
When he opened the door, he was met by a small, fourteen year-old girl with braces.
Niall glared at George and closed the door.
"You said cute," George told him, barely holding in his laughter.
This pattern continued the next couple days. Niall would say older, and a sixty year old lady came. He said his age, and a giggly fan of his would appear. He said calm, and a monotonous lady, who never smiled, came.
Finally, after a week, the doorbell rang for the millionth time.
"This better be good!" Niall yelled to George as he walked towards the door.
"Yes!" he said when he saw who stood there, "You're hired!"
The lady who stood there, was Emma. The same lady who changed my diaper at the bar.
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Baby Business
FanficThis is the story of how I was adopted. Weird, but true, I remember every moment of it. Even though I was only six months old. Now, I know that sounds really cheesy, that I would remember that, but I have what they call, photographic memory. It's n...
