One Direction are my Babysitters

All Time Low

How could Liam be so cruel? No water, no food. And he leaves me in the middle of absolute nowhere. How bloody rude. 

I pulled myself out of bed, the bright light shining through my open curtain. I squinted, taking in the morning sunshine. I took the crutches under my arms and dragged myself out of my room and into the kitchen

Liam seemed like the charming type to the rest of the fandom right? Well according to Caroline, he wasn’t.

A sharp smirk was first spotted by Caroline as she entered the kitchen. Louis was stand there, preparing breakfast. 

“Morning, sleepy head.” He laughed at himself.

Caroline groaned in reply and took a seat at the counter, letting her crutches lean against the table, watching Lou curiously. Was he attempting to be nice?

“I made you bacon and eggs.” He grinned. 

Caroline nodded lazily, continuing to watch him. “Why?”

“Well…” he stopped himself, beginning to think about what he was going to say. “Considering Liam was a meany-bo-beany…” I’m sorry, what? Did Louis really just call Liam a ‘meany-bo-beany’? “… I thought I would make you breakfast.”

Caroline sat there completely silent. It’s not like Louis’ nature to call someone a meany was it? He was supposed to be all sass like, wasn’t he?

A moment of silence continued before Louis served Caroline with the sizzling bacon and warm eggs. “Enjoy,” he said, the grin still not fading from his face since Caroline had entered the kitchen. 

“Thanks,” Caroline replied as she began to eat her bacon and eggs. She looked up at Louis and grinned. Surprisingly enough, the breakfast didn’t taste as horrible as she thought and wasn’t making her sick. Maybe he was actually the nice one out of the group?

“Nice?” he chuckled, the evil-kind-of-smirk rising upon his face again. Caroline nodded in reply, continuing to clear her plate of food. “Good. Because you’ve got yourself a big day ahead.”

Caroline looked up quickly. By now, she had finished most of her food. Louis was now standing over the top of her, towering over her. “That’s right, you little cunt. I got a day planned for you. Get ready, I’m taking you out.” 

Her eyes quickly widened as Louis hand began to grab at the front of her pyjama shirt. Caroline grabbed the corner of the table to stop him from pulling her off her seat. 

She flinched as Louis raised his hand, which was now balled into a fist. “Get out of her, you little rigid whore.” As quick as Caroline could, she climbed off the chair and grabbed her crutches. “Get!” Louis screeched, one final time before she rushed back to her room.

What did Louis have planned for her now? 

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Caroline quickly showered and got into a pair of grey tracksuit pants that covered up the cast, her favourite rock band t-shirt and a warm, woolly jumper over the top that went far below her waist. She, once again, grabbed he crutches and wandered over to the lounge where she was once again greeted with a smirking Tomlinson.

Louis had a bag clenched in-between his hands which immediately caught Caroline’s attention. She raised an eyebrow curiously as Louis noticed. “Do you actually think you are going out in a those clothes?” he asked looking her up and down in disgust. “Especially in this weather, you little skank. Do you know how hot it is?” 

“I’m not exactly a skank if I’m wearing clothes that don’t expose my body, now, am I?” She replied sarcastically.

Louis rolled his eyes and opened the bag where he pulled out a pair of tight blue shorty-shorts, that wouldn’t even want to cover up half of her arse and a fluoro pink shirt that only went half way to her waist.