My Baby sitter

Good morning

(Authors note)

I'm so excited to write this story because I know you guys will love it. Enjoy! ;)

(Niall's P.O.V)

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP! I roll over and hit the button on my alarm clock. It's 7:00 in the morning and I have to get ready for school. I wipe the sleep out of my eyes and take in a big yawn and that's when I smell mum cooking. I stand up and stretch and walk downstairs to meet mum in the kitchen.

"Good morning sweetie!" My mom says to me as I pull out a seat at the table.

"Good morning mum." I smile at her.

"I fixed eggs and bacon. Does that sound good?"

"Hell yea!"

"Harry watch your mouth! Just because you're 17 doesn't mean your an adult yet."

I grumble and roll my eyes and start eating my breakfast rather fast. After I get done eating I put my plate in the sink and head upstairs to my bedroom. I grab a change of clothes and go into my bathroom to take a shower.

After getting changed into my favorite pair of boxers and some light grey skinnys I hear Anne call my name from downstairs.

"What?" I yell frustrated.

"Come here?"

"I don't wanna..." I whine.

"Come here Harry I need to talk."

I march into the kitchen to find Anne with her hands on her hips.

"When I yell at you, you come here. Do you hear me?"

"Mhm!" She gives me 'that look' that I know means bad news. "Yes mom I understand."

"Good. Anyways the reason I want to talk to you is because I want to tell you ill be working all day today and from now on ill be working in the evenings too. Also I have good news and bad news, which one first?"

"Bad first then good."

"Well the bad news is that ill be missing my favorite cooking show today and you have to record it. The good news is that I got you a baby sitter!" She started off dull then when it came to the 'good news' she perked right up.

I stare at her in complete confusion. "Huh?"

"Your going to have to record my cooking show it's at 7:00!"

"Not that! You got me a baby sitter?" I ask aggrivated.

"Yeah, what can't you understand about b-a-b-y-s-i-t......" She spells.

"Stop, I know how to spell it but I'm wondering why in the heck do I need one. I'm 17 for Christ sake!"

"And I understand that 17 years ago you came out of my vagina. I don't need a reminder, I know how old you are."

"I do not need to hear that and I do not need a baby sitter!" I spit.

"Well Harry you know I can't trust you after last time when you threw that party."

"But..."

"NO BUT'S!"

I turn around furious and march up to my room and slam the door.

I am not a kid I don't need a babysitter. I bet it's that old woman from across the street, Ms. Grey. I hope not because she still hates me from when I killed her cat when I was 8. Plus I don't like old people they scare me with there wrinkly skin and there awful smell, they all smell the same it's so freaky. God I'm going to hate today.