Nicole's P.O.V.
I walked to school with my best friend, Jordyn Taylors. Her mom is a business manager at Primark at all the stores nationwide and her dad is a principal at Grasfield High, which is no mere difference of our school Grasfield Middle School.
"Oklahoma," I said.
"Ozone Layer." Jordyn said.
"Hey, that's not a state/country/continent/island!" I said.
"So what? It's part of our planet?" Jordyn smirked. I laughed.
Smart girl.
"How about we change the subject?" I asked. She nodded.
"Mom said that she found free babysitters. They're five boys, but said she's gonna be leaving here for three. Years."
"What? That's terrible!" Jordyn sympathied. Don't know if that's a real word or not. I'm not that good at English..bleh.
"Hey!" Jordyn's eyes brightened. I looked at her, trying to find a clue about her. But her eyes say it all.
One Direction.
I mean, yeah they're great singers and make good songs, but-
"So, Mini Tomlinson, are you done with your lil' daydream about LouuWee?" Jordyn joked.
Okay...I like-no, love One Direction. Name one merch and I'll show you.
I could make a 1D World! No two are alike, so I'll sell 1D underwear, 1D tattoo sweater, 1D Patches..
Actually, I have all the albums, got all the songs in my phone, and so many more.
"Simon said many years ago, that they'll find a teen in London and One Direction will babysit them after four years! Well, guess what? Four years are up! They'll find a woman who is in need of a babysitter, and it's free!" Jordyn exclaimed.
"What?" I said excitedly.
"Yeah. Imagine if their are your babysitters! Of course I'll get Liam." I mentally added a note.
If, (the possibility is 16.7%) One Direction are my babysitters, scream at a mature manner, and take off all fangirl mementos.
We were (finally) at school. Jordyn gasped.
"Oh, gosh, I'm a second late to Math!" See you at third hour, with Thea and Allyse!" Jordyn said. She waved good-bye to me.
I went to class, and the first greeting I heard was,
"Oh, will you look at that, pretty lil' Frankie was a minute early. What a Goody Two Shoes." Kennedy rolled her eyes. Her little clique, while putting on make-up, snickered.
Well, my day just have gotten more and more better. *note the sarcasm*
Harry's P.O.V.
I was deep in thought, when Louis barged in.
"IT'S A BRIGHT NEW MORNIN' GET YOUR BUM RUNNIN' NEED A PANCAKE BURNIN'? OPEN A BATTER AND START COOKIN'!" He shouted.
"Good morning to you too," I rolled my eyes.
"I want pancakes. You know, like NOW." He said.
I wish our new client's daughter knows how to cook. I thought.
I headed for the stove, mixed the batter, and started cooking. I got four plates.
Oops, forgot Louis' I thought. I got one more. Got maple, chocolate, strawberry syrup, and a stick of butter.
Them boys are desperate.
I put two on mine, also in Zayn and Liam's. I put three on Louis' and five on Niall's. We ate quietly, until Liam spoke up.
"Harry, since you are the only one who had experience, you'll be the head." I nodded and muttered, okay. Louis looked really annoyed. Oh, dear.
"But I thought 'Louis is the leader'!" I face-palmed myself.
"That's because you ain't got an experience. Duh?" Zayn said, through a mouthful of my ever so delish pancakes.
"I babysitted Lottie, Fizzy, Daisy and Phoebe before!" In case you're wondering, Louis' grammar is bad when he's mad and annoyed.
"Fine, Louis, you are assistant leader," Liam rolled his eyes.
"Hey, I also had sisters and took care of them!" Zayn exclaimed.
"Associate Assistant leader." Liam huffed. Niall looked at him. Liam face-palmed.
"Assistant Associate Assistant leader." He said, then he grinned.
"Overall Chairman!" He screeched. Louis, Zayn, and Niall groaned, while me and Liam high-fived.
Another typical day in a One Direction life.
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Will you look at that? An update! I'm sorry that this is short, it's a kind-of-put-together-in-one-minute Chapter. I apologize* that I didn't update earlier, like as usual.
But I am truly sorry, though*.
TTFN,
Nikki xxx
*When did I became formal?! I'm not feeling well, what did I even ate?
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FanfictionNicole Franklin. 14. Normal, maybe a little funny and quirky, but nothing more, nothing less. Life's average, more rich, yes. Well, until her mum is at America and she's left alone with her house, her diary and Reese, his dog. But one thing she does...