As Babysitters

Chapter Five

Nicole's P.O.V.

"Yeah, if you can bake." I joked.

"You know how to bake?" Harry  asked.

"Yep. Plus cooking." I said proudly. They all sighed in relief.

"Why?" I asked.

"We can't stand cooking. We burned a house actually," Zayn joked.

At least, I thought so.

We were serious, they said.

"Oh." I mumbled.

"Well," Mom began. " I'll go to my office and fix some papers to make sure I'll go." I frowned sadly. Yeah, I'm still affected.

Dad works at America, Wisconsin to be exact. My hometown. He got a privilege to start a branch in Wisconsin. Plus me studying one of the country's richest and most sucessful school, Grasfield Holmes.

Mom owns a bakery called A Confectionery Story. She does the paperwork and stuff, but I do the baking.

I also started my own business. I technically don't have a name. But I'll stick with Candyfloss. Again.

My sister is model/beauty queen. We skype every time. And when she comes around, she brings a crown and sash.

But back to the present, I will bring mom to the airport.

I shall cry. I shall be sad.

Even though my babysitters are One Direc-

OH MY CALLIGRAPHY CAMP.

My room! It's full of 1D stuff!

I shall go to my room and clean it up.

I shall non 1D-ify my room.

"Uh, make yourself at home. We'll just go to my room. Right Eri?"

"We can just-" I dashed upstairs.

"Bye guys, nice meeting you." Thea smiled as she ran upstairs.

I ran to my room, practically the master bedroom. Mom sleeps there alone, of course. But everytime I call it a night, I would hear sniffles or moans. Sometimes even screams.

NO THIS IS NOT A MADHOUSE FOR YOUR INFORMATION.

"Holy Moly, Nikki. Jordyn and Alysse if they saw this.

I have to agree. There are 1D posters, 1D clothes, onesies.

Hey, call me an addict.

There were also some 1D underwear but let's change the subject.

"The reason I dragged you here, like, literally, we'll clean the posters and other shiz." I pointed in my floor. "This is where you are gonna put all the clothes, posters, merch, and others. I'll just put it in the vault room."

"You have a vault room? What do you do there? Can I come?" She asked, clearly surprised and excited.

"Yes, it's in the basement. We put there the other private poop. No, you can't. It's highly confidential."

"Darn," she muttered.

We sorted and stashed my 1D stuff. And three hours are left.

*Le Nikki's phone make noise*

"Hello?" -Nicole

"Yes, hon. Could you bake some snacks for your babysitters? Be soon there in four hours. Love you." -Mom

*Le phone clicked*

"Let's go downstairs." I grabbed her hand. I dropped her hand.

"Wait, I'll change. Then I'll bake. Wanna come?" I asked.