One Direction Kid Fic

That One Time Michael Clifford and Luke Hemmings Babysit (part 1)

a/n; I'm so sorry this had to be done
and yes this is Michael and luke from 5sos bc I can. also I split this into two parts bc I'm lazy so soz about that. k tanks.
(michael has pink hair bc that does things to me soz)

God, how did he let himself be persuaded into doing this? Michael runs a hand through his (right now) bright pink hair as he sighs, eyeing the bubbly blonde haired boy skipping down the path-who also the person who convinced him to do this.. more liked guilted, to be honest. No-one could say no when Luke pouted his peirced lip and used his big blue eyes to hypnotize his vitctims, 1000% more effective on Michael than anyone else.

Luke turns around and scoffs at the scowl on Michael's face, "C'Mon Mikey, no need to be so pouty. You love children!"

Michael rolls his eyes as he caught up with Luke, now walking beside him down the path, "I do like children, but I'd really prefer to spend our time in England not babysitting them"

Luke just smiles and picks up his hand, using his free one to pat the glaring boy's cheek happily, "Sure you would", is all he says as he swings their hands and turns into the driveway of a decently sized house.

Michael continues to huff and puff but it doesnt last very long, he's always been bad at holding a gurge and even worse at holding one against the long legged blond. It's probably hopeless to even try at this stage. Especially when Luke looks at Michael from under his eyelashes, gives him a tiny smirk and squeezes his hand as they walk up the driveway to the door of the house.

Luke knows exactly how to play Michael and doesn't even bother to make it subtle anymore. Not that Michael cares. Most of the time, anyway.

"How many kids are we even looking after?" Michael asks, mostly because Luke had literally dragged him out of bed without even telling him where they were going until they were half way there.

Luke looks to the ground and tongues at his lip ring, which he only did if he was nervous or trying to distract his boyfriend. Michael has a feeling he's trying to do both. Doing it successfully, because Michael watches as Luke traces they shape of the piercing and he's suddenly hit with an intense urge to kiss--

He shakes his head, doesn't let himself get too carried away with that train of thought.

"Luke..?" He asks again, a little more carefully

Luke mumbles something under his breath, too low for Michael to hear over the rush of traffic in the street opposite them.

Michael sighed, "Lukey, you're gonna have to speak up?" He' not sure why he's even bothering, Michael already knows he's not going to like the answer.

"Five" Luke muttered, playing with Michael's fingers as he waited nervously for his reply.

"Oh god."

*

"Okay, so everything you need is on this sheet and if you have any, any, trouble at all call any of these numbers. The first one is mine, second is Josh's, then my mum's, and Josh's. Oh, and Harry is feeling a little poorly so if you could keep an extra eye on him. He's only two.."

Michael blinks as Dan, the father- one of the fathers, his mind corrects itselfs- continues his rant. In all honesty Michael feels a little overwhelmed and from the look on Luke's face, he is too.

After Michael had found out they were going to be looking after a small nation of children the two boys had knocked on the door, unknowing to the havoc that was unfolding inside. Josh, Dan' husband, had opened the door before leaving them once young voices could be heard yelling from up the stairs. That's when Dan had started to run through the many, many, things they would need to know.