One Direction are my Babysitters

Meet Caroline. She’s a regular 16 year old girl. Well, until five boys moved in next door.

At first, Caroline thought everything was doing well; she was living next to the most sexiest boys that had ever walked this earth, after all.

Then school started; Caroline got bullied – for the bruises she wore on her face, and the clothes that she wore on her body.

Little did anyone know who those bruises were caused by. There were always new ones even before her fellow school mates hit her.

Well, you know those five boys who came together and call themselves ‘One Direction’? Yeah, those boys. At the start, I thought they were absolutely amazing. And there music was 2 dye 4.

Then they moved in next door to me. My parents got really close with them and they always came over. My parents didn’t know that they would hit me regularly.
What you know or what you thought you knew about those boys is only what you know on camera, or in the public eye.

What you don’t know is that they are bullies. Cruel men who would beat me up often, and take it in turns to see who could break my nose.

But my parents didn’t know this; they knew nothing.
Christmas break is nearing and my parents are going on a holiday without me. It sucks right? And they have organised babysitters. A babysitter? For me? This is a joke.

It’s not.

And what’s worse is who she picked. Those boys from next door. Harry Styles. Liam Payne. Niall Horan. Zayn Malik. Louis Tomlinson.

This is going to be a long Christmas...