Have Faith In Love

Louis ch. 1

"So what are we doing today children?" Louis asks barging through the front door his eleven grandkids behind him. Zayn swore the Tomlinson's bread like rabbits.

"Grampa Dane is telwing us a storwy." Little three year old Nadia with her black hair in pig tails tells the older man.

"Oooh story time!" Louis exclaimed plopping on the couch next to the older children. Even though he was older then Zayn his childish ways never seemed to fade.

"Oh goody Uncle Louis' here." Zayn said his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Now, now Zayney boy play nice. There are children present and we need to show them good manners." Louis tells the black haired lad motioning to their sixteen grandchildren on the carpet and couch. "So what story are we telling today?"

"I was just telling them how-" Zayn begins to say before the blue eyed man cuts him off.

"Bor-ing! You know what's a good story? How I found the first real love of my life." He told them leaning back rubbing his chin. He then began to tell them what happened as his memory took over. "It was a sunny Tuesday morning in Cashewter......."

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"Goodbye mum! Bye Georgia! Have a safe trip!" I yelled to the taxi that held my mother and sister.

"When is daddy coming to pick us up Louis?" Little Daisy asked tugging on my striped shirt.

"Well your daddy should be here right after breakfast." I tell her, Phoebe, Lottie, and Fizzy.

"Pancakes!" Phoebe screams running up the red brick pathway to the yellow house.

"Yeah!" Daisy cheers.

"Girls you should know Lou can't make anything except cereal." Lottie points out.

"Exactly." I agree as I follow the girls up the pathway to the house. We pick out our different cereals and in no time are throwing it at each other instead of eating. 'BEEEEEEEEPPPP' A car alarm goes off signaling the girl's dad was here. "Hurry and go get your bags. Tell him you didn't eat and make him get you food. Don't exactly mention the whole food fight part."

"Why scared you'll get in trouble?" Fizzy asks.

"Please I'm eighteen." I say straightening up my back.

"Right." She says rolling her eyes and getting her bag that held enough stuff for a year.

"Is all that really necessary?" I ask raising an eyebrow.

"Im a teenage girl what do you think?"

"Good point. Alright my munchkins I love you! Have fun with your daddy-o! Don't forget to call Georgia and mum at our father's thingy! Chow! Austa lewega!" I yell to the children as I see them get into their father's vehicle. I wave bye to Steve and watch them drive out of view before, jumping and yelling, "Bachelor pad! I'm at home all by myself! You cant touch this! I'm a frigen adult now!"

I began to get overwhelmed at what I should do first. Slide the mattress down the stairs, paint whip cream on my body, or make a fort. "Lets go with whip cream first." I tell myself skipping to the kitchen and tearing off my striped shirt. I began to paint a pretty picture with the whip cream and eat a banana whiping off the excess cream when the doorbells rang. "Its probably just the boys." I say remembering that I told them everyone leaves today.

"What's up?" I ask sticking out my tongue in that one rocker version before I hear a giggle.

"Uhm excuse me," this girl with long wavy black hair, and dark green eyes said between her laughing. "I just moved next door and we were wondering if you have a box cutter?"

"Huh? Oh uh right box cutter! Stay right there!" I tell the girl, flustered at what I did before jumping over the couch and running to find the box cuttery thingy mabober. I look through a couple drawers before finally finding what looked like it. I grabbed a paper towel and whipped off my chest, before grabbing my shirt, and heading back to where the girl stood. "Here you go one box cutter!"

"Thanks. See you around neighbor!" She called out to me before walking down the pathway to her house. As she was leaving I couldn't help but see her face and hear her giggle. And that's when I realized I didn't even get her name!