[1] Babysitting Lux

7 - Oh You Know, Louis & Liam Got Me In (Baby Who?)

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 7- Oh You Know, Louis & Liam Got Me In (Baby Who?)

I had worked two days already. And in those two days, incredible things had happened. I went home to spill it all out to Laura, my ultra-secret confident. I had texted her my adventure and she was in my house even before I was.

“You are working with Baby Lux!?” she yelled as I walked through the front door. I jumped a little, okay a lot. She scared the living heck out of me.

I sighed relieved when I saw it was only her, telling my inner ninja to calm down. I thought I would have a couple of minutes of peace, to think things through you know. But no. I was wrong. I mean, I love my cousin, but sometimes you need to be alone. At least that is the way I function. “Laura! You scared me!” I scolded.

“I don’t care at all. You work with her? And you saw One Direction? Did you get me an autograph? Let me see the pictures! Did they ask for your Twitter and followed you? Did any of them fall in love with you? Does Harry really have four nipples? Did you meet Kevin? Or Paul?”

“Not like that, at all. Well, I did meet Paul.”

She frowned, her emotion draining away as confusion took over. “What? Why?”

There goes the story of how I ran away from them again. I slept until eleven at night talking with Laura about that and many other things about my job with One Direction’s Baby Lux.

I was in one of the best and most weird dreams ever when I heard the alarm in the back. Ugh! Six in the freaking morning. I slowly moved to turn off the alarm. I sighed and dragged my sleepy body to the bathroom. I opened the faucet and the hot water started to run down my body. Half an hour later I came out of the bathroom and turned on the radio. Call Me Maybe. I sang along and danced to the beat of the song.

I threw a wish in the well 

Don’t ask me, I’ll never tell 

I looked at you as it fell, 

And now you’re in my way 

I traded my soul for a wish 

Pennies and dimes for a kiss 

I wasn’t looking for this, 

But now you’re in my way 

Your stare was holding 

Ripped jeans, skin was showing 

Hot night, wind was blowing 

Where you think you’re going, baby? 

Hey, I just met you and this is crazy 

But here’s my number so call me, maybe 

It’s hard to look right at you baby 

But here’s my number so call me, maybe 

I laughed as the song came to an end and the beat went down, making me remember the smoking hot guy that gives his number to the guy that plays the guitar. I think no one expected that. That video is great, awesome.

Soon enough I was having breakfast. I kept on singing happily as I ate a pancake. It was seven thirty already. I had to get going to be there in time. I walked through the street as I sang the same song in my iPod for the twentieth time. I have always loved the end. The first time I saw the video, my face was just like the one the guy who got the hot gay guy’s number had.