Baby-Sitting Vampires(One Direction Fan-Fic)
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  • Reads 197,062
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  • Parts 51
  • Time 2h 27m
Complete, First published Aug 06, 2013
As I finished feeding my phone rang. I pulled away from the drunk guys neck and snapped it, then answered my phone. Of course, someone had to interrupt my meal.

"Hello?" I answered in an annoyed tone, if this is some human I'm going to kill them.

"Hello Ms.Smith." wow, deep voice dude knows my name. Cool.

"Whos's This?" man, his voice sounds familiar. Maybe its Simon Cowell? Nah, I doubt it.

"Simon Cowell" I'm sorry what?!?

"How may I help you Mr. Cowell?" Might as well kiss up to the famous rich dude.

'I heard you were looking for a Baby-sitting job?'' BOO YAH!
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Walk on Water or Drown

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(You got here just in time to let me know I was worth saving) Everything is different, yet so eerily comfortable and the same. There's silence for a moment, and everything is still like the world is holding it's breath and waiting for the right moment to exhale. And then Louis is choking and gasping and his eyes are so wide and innocent and blue like deep pools of azure sea water in the Caribbean and Harry is chanting his name, whispering it softly into the air like a prayer. He rolls Louis on to his side and helps him clear the water from his lungs and he doesn't stop saying his name: Louis, Louis, Louis. He's pulling the older lad's body to his own, sitting him up and wrapping his arms around his shivering frame and rubbing reassuring circles on his back with his thumb and he still doesn't stop because all he can think about is: Louis, Louis, Louis.