One Direction Needs My Help!

Chapter 8- And the Verdict Is...

   After breakfast, I handed Natalia off to Liam and he and Harry went upstairs. Louis and Zayn went outside to try to find any of their clothes or Liam's hair products that might have survived the crash. Niall stayed in the kitchen to help me clean up.

   I kept my bow and arrow nearby and the windows open just in case the boys outside happened to need help.

   Soon, Niall and I heard cartoons blare on the TV upstairs. We heard the themesong of Spongebob Squarepants echo through the empty living room.

   Niall started bringing over the dirty dishes and wiped off the table. I rinsed the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. I took the pan and scrubbed it with a steel wool pad before I rinsed and dried it.

   "Hey, Niall, can you hand me the two griddles?" I asked.

   "Sure thing," he said before giving me the larger of the two griddles. I wet a washcloth and wiped down the surface. I did the same to the smaller one and dried them both before putting them back into the cupboard.

   I helped Niall sweep and mop the floors and when that was done, we went and sat on the couch. I flipped on the news and turned to him.

   "So, tell me about your family." Niall started the conversation.

   "Well, I have seven siblings. Mary, John, Alexandria, Will, Katerina, Mark, and, of course, Natalia. The one I'm closest to is probably Mark. He's in college right now. I'm supposed to go visit him in a month and I'm super excited." I replied. "How about you? Do you have any brothers or sisters?"

   "I have one older brother back in Ireland. Greg. I miss him so much. He's like my partner in crime." He said.

   "Sometimes I wish I had less siblings, but then I think about how much all of us have been through. It's because of my older brothers that I know how to pin a guy in five seconds and because of my sisters that I know how to get a boy's attention. We all have each other's backs and there's nothing I wouldn't do for them. That's why I'm home alone for a month watching a two month old while my parents are on a cruise." Then a thought hit me. A thought that made my heart start pumping harder than it did after I ran two miles without stopping. A thought that made my stomach drop down to my knees. I hadn't told my parents yet. I know I shouldn't be so concerned, but it's not normal to have such a huge event happen and not tell your parents.

   "Shit," I muttered.

   "What?" Niall asked, looking worried.

   "I forgot to tell my parents about the whole plane crash thing."

   I picked up the home phone and dialled my mom's number. Out of my parents, she was the one that would take it lightly-- I hope.

   "Hi, sweetie! How are you? How's the baby?" My mom's voice rang through the phone.

   "I'm good, she's good," I replied. "Hey, Mom, I have something important that I need to tell you, and I need you to hear me out before you say anything."

   "Ooh, sounds serious. What is it, sweetie?"

   "Last night, maybe an hour after you two left, a plane crashed in the field. I went outside and helped the survivors. Here's the catch. The survivors are five of the most famous teenage boys in the world, and they can't get ahold of their families or managers and they would prefer to not stay in a hotel, because they just want to be out of the public eye for a few days. I was wondering if they could stay with us for the next week or so. I'll pay for everything and you know I won't do anything... um, inappropriate."

   "Sweetie, oh my gosh, are you okay? Are the boys okay?" Figures. It's just like my mom to be concerned about people she had no idea who they even were.

   "Two of them had a couple of cuts, one of them had a weeping burn that I took care of, and two of them had gashes that I super glued. But over all, nothing serious." I answered.

   "Okay, that's good. Who are the boys? I'll Google them quick and see if I'm okay with them."

   "One Direction. They're the ones from the UK, not the US." I heard a couple clicks and a couple of minutes later, I heard my mom's reply.

   "Ooh, they're cute! I trust that you won't do anything bad, I've raised you better than that. Of course they can stay. But I have a ten-item breaking limit. And nothing expensive. Be careful."

   "Thank you! Oh, and Mom?" I remembered one small detail.

   "Yeah, sweetie?"

   "What about Dad?" I asked.

   "Oh, don't you worry about him. I'll convince your father later." She said and I cringed.

   "Mom! Ew!" I whispered, feeling like this whole conversation took a whole new level of dirtiness.

   "Bye, sweetie! I love you! And I expect a call every two days, or every day, or every hour. I love you, baby."

   "I love you, too, Mom. I'll talk to you later." I said, and hung up.

   "That sounded like it went well," Niall laughed.

   "It did, lucklily." I giggled.

   "I should probably tell the other boys," said Niall.

   "We heard!" Liam shouted from upstairs just as Zayn and Louis came in with an armful of charred clothes.

   "Heard what?" Zayn asked as Louis came up and gave me a hug.

   "Nice to see you, too, Lou." I smiled.

   "That rhymed!" Niall chimed in.

   "My momma said that you could stay until you could get ahold of your families." I grinned.

   "Sweet," Zayn said.

   "Yup, it's gonna be like a huge party for the next week or so!" Louis yelled.

   "Except for the facts that we have a baby, and if the 'party' gets too out of hand, I'll be grounded until I'm thirty-two, and that's probably only realistic if I get my dad beers when he tells me to, otherwise I'd say thirty-seven, at least." I retorted.

   "Oh my God," Niall said.

   "What?" Asked Louis.

   "Ivy just said that we have a baby. That would mean that we... did something, if you know what I mean." Niall replied, wiggling his eyebrows.

   That set the rest of the boys into hysterics, including Liam and Harry, whose laughs we could hear from upstairs.

   "Just kidding, Ivy." Niall turned to me. "One Direction has a baby with Ivy-Sophia Sutherland. I wonder what fans would think if they heard that."

   "They'd probably want me dead ASAP." I said with a grin on my face.

   "No, who would want Ivy dead?" Yelled Harry from upstairs.

   "Don't worry, Ivy, we'll protect you!" Called Liam.

   "Watch it, Payne! Ivy's mine!" Screamed Louis.

   "Boo-Bear!" Harry whined.

   Louis turned to me. "Sorry, love, but my heart belongs to Hazza."

   I made a fake pouty face and Niall's arms wrapped around me from the side and when I looked over, he had a cheesy grin on his face. "I still love you, Ive!"

   "I love you, too, Horan," I said and returned the smile.

   "What about me?" Asked Zayn.

   "Oh, come off it, mate! You have Perrie, and Liam has Dani, but since they won't answer their goddamn mobiles, you can have each other for now." Harry yelled.

   "Works for me," Zayn answered.

   Oh, I only knew these boys for a few hours, but I already loved them. But, let's be honest. Who wouldn't?

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