Working for.... One Direction!?

It was another typical lazy Saturday morning for the boys of One Direction. This weekend is one of the very few spans of time that they actually get a break from the celebrity life. Sleeping, eating, watching tv, and just being carefree. Well more carefree than they usually are. Harry, Niall and Louis all lay there on the couch half asleep watching the television. In the mornings of their free days the house is always dark and quiet, and like usual Zayn remains sleeping almost the whole morning. Liam stood in the kitchen wide awake and cheerfully cooking him and the boys some breakfast. The smell of maple bacon drifted throughout the house catching every ones attention. The boys one by one entered jumped off the couch and walked to the kitchen and sat down around the kitchen table, Louis more so than the others still looked like he was sleep walking. None of them are good in the morning. All thier hair is messed, groggy eyes, no cover up, and wearing baggy clothes. Well aside from Harry who is usually in the nude, but not this morning. Within the next half hour Simon Cowell or "Uncle Sy" is stopping by to give them the next few dates of their upcoming concerts, which is why Liam forced all the boys out of bed, and made Harry wear clothes.

"Where is Zayn!?" Liam huffed, "I got him up at the same time as you guys!" he said checking his watch.

The three of them just sat there and stared at him as if they weren't exactly processing any of it, "Ahh, forget it" he sighed slapping the dish towel onto the counter, "I'll wake him" he said slamming the door to the kitchen, causing the boy's to laugh, they love it when Liam blows a fuse.

As soon as Liam angrily stormed out of the kitchen a knocking was heard at the front door causing the boys to jump. Harry looked at Louis who looked to Niall.

"Not it!" Louis said putting his finger to his nose.

"Ditto!" Niall said immediately after. Leaving Harry to be the one to answer it. Don't get me wrong, they all love Simon. He is nice, and caring and isn't as hard assed as people think he is, but when he comes in and see's how trashed this house is... well let's just say it isn't going to be pleasant. Harry reluctantly stood up from the table and sent dirty looks to Louis and Niall who were laughing their asses off, they also love pissing him off too. Harry hesitantly walked toward's the front door, thinking of excuses he could use against Simon when he see's the mess. But the longer he took to answer the door the louder the knocking got making Harry more nervous to answer it so he ran the rest of the distance and reached the door but felt hesitant, he decided he just won't let him in. Yeah, that is a great plan. Get the dates and shut the door. So when Harry finally opened the door he only opened it enough to stick his head through. 

"Hey Uncle Simon! How are you today... you smell really good. Did you do something with your hair?" Harry rambled nervously.

"Either you're delusional Harry, or you are sucking up" Simon responded monotone.

"Caught me" 

"Can I come in?"

"I don't know.. can you?" Harry barley choked out before Simon pushed the door open causing him to stumble back into the living room, "It's not what it look's like!" He said putting his hands up in the air.

"What is that stench! This place is TRASHED!" Simon fumed stepping over a huge pile of shoes, "What did I tell you the last time I was here?"

"That you would have to hire us a cleaning maid"

"Yes, If it was this messy again" Simon said taking out his cell phone, "I will have to call you in some nannies"

"What?!" Liam was heard yelling as he ran down the stairs, "No, no, no Uncle Sy, I can clean this all up!" That was a lie, Liam knew damn well that one person cleaning up after these boy's would be hopeless, he has tried before. So now Liam soley swore himself to cleaning up his own things, not all the other boys' who by the way are the messiest. Everyone of the boys have a fairly huge bedroom along with their own washrooms, utterly impossible to keep clean. They don't do their laundry except for the odd occasion when Liam is forced to or they would have no other clothes, Zayn's bedroom you would mistake for a girls, all the hair products and mirrors, Niall, well his is another story, food wrappers, dirty laundry, rotting food, a mess! But the worst of the worst would probably have to be Louis' and Harry's room. I'll leave that to your imagination.

"Liam I know you won't be able to handle this yourself! Why don't you just shut-up while I call you in some cleaners, they can stay in the spare room upstairs" Simon said as he began dialling a number on the phone, "I noticed that there is a lot of fast food wrappers and containers, I'll hire you a personal chef too" he said putting the phone to his ear.

"But we don't want no old hags touching our things!" Exclaimed Harry.

"Yeah! Me neither!" Niall shouted, followed by Louis and Zayn, who by the way is crashed on the couch after just waking up.

"No "Old Hags?" Simon sighed.

"No" The boy's with the exception of Liam said simultaneously. Simon sighed again.

"I'll probably regret this" he muttered to himself, "I'll see what I can do boys, what ever makes you happy" he said walking toward's the front door, "I'll be back tomorrow with your chef and cleaner along with the tour dates, okay?" The boy's nodded.

"Alright Sy!" Liam said as Simon slammed the front door, "WHAT THE HECK!?" Liam raised his voice to Harry.

"What?! I didn't do anything! It's not my fault you're so messy!" 

"Ohhh, you're so dead!" Niall 'oohed' from the couch where he is sitting on angry Zayn.

"I didn't mean it lik---- please don't hurt me!!!"

"NOT TO FEAR! THE TOMMO IS HERE!!! SUPERRMANNNNN!!!" Louis said jumping off the top of the couch onto Liam's back knocking him down, causing them all to laugh hysterically.

"Soo, what do you think Simon meant by "he is going to regret this?"" Questioned Harry.

"I don't know" Liam said pushing Louis off of him. They all just sat there pondering what Simon could have possibly meant, "I guess we'll find out tomorrow, right?" he said looking to the boy's.

"Guess so"