I woke up, startled by loud cries coming from the room next to mine. Confused at first, I looked around the room I was in, only to remember I was at Simon's house. Sleepily, I stood up and ruffled my hair as I grabbed my silk bathrobe from its hook behind the door, putting it over my nightgown since it was quite cold on early mornings. My room was quite simple and I liked it. The walls were white, though decorated with black patterns, and the furniture was also black. I was told that I could add decorations to the room and make it however I wanted, though I did not have the time to do that last time nor would I today. I had to get used to taking care of everyone first.
I heard the cries once more and hurried out of my room, closing the door quietly to avoid waking up the others, if they weren't already. I then walked in Niall's room and walked to his crib, cooing as I picked him up from it. "Oh sweetheart shhhh shhhh," I whispered in his ear as I rubbed his back gently and swayed slowly. He didn't seem to need a diaper change, so that wasn't what woke him up. If it had been because he was hungry, he would still be crying. So the only option I had left was that he had a nightmare and was scared, or simply that he had woken up alone and had not appreciated it. He calmed down, but kept sobbing quietly on my shoulder. He would clearly not go back to sleep, so I carried him to the living room and sat down on the couch with him in my lap.
Once he had completely stopped crying, Niall lifted his head from my shoulder to look at me, his eyes all watery and his cheeks stained with tears. I quickly wiped them off, though gently so I wouldn't hurt him. "Feeling better Ni?" I asked, using the nickname I had learnt everyone gave him. Nodding slowly, he pointed to the television and rested his head on my shoulder again. This time, his face was turned so he could see the screen. I grabbed the remote from the small table in front of the couch and started the TV, changing channels until I found the Disney one.
We had been watching Mickey –yes, I watched too- for almost half an hour when Liam emerged from his room, his hair all over the place. He was wearing a pair of simple black pyjamas pants along with a batman t-shirt. He yawned as he walked towards us and looked at me. "Good morning," he greeted, sitting down on the couch next to me. At the same time, Libby walked out of the kitchen with a bright smile.
"Good morning you three! I just finished making breakfast so you can all move to the dining room," she informed us before heading right back in the kitchen, only to come back out with plates in her hand and go to the dinning room.
Liam stood up and picked up Niall from my arms. "I'll take care of him while you wake up Louis and Harry," he said and I nodded, thanking him as I stood up. I sighed while walking to Louis' room, placing my hand on the doorknob. Waking up Harry would be easy, but Louis...I was dreading it. I took a deep breath and opened the door, stepping in and walking to the bed. Or well, trying to. This room was as bad as it had been the day before, and I felt like walking on a mine field while going to his bed. When I reached it I looked at the sleeping form on the bed, not surprise to see him looking as evil while he slept as while he was awake. He must have been dreaming of playing pranks on people, a grin on his lips. I shook him lightly and he groaned, rolling around to bury his face right into his pillow.
"Louis...Louis...Wake up Louis," I called him, still shaking him a bit. He groaned once more and lightly slapped my hand away, making me frown. "I said, get up. Libby made breakfast and it's going to be cold if you don't hurry there," I spoke, a bit more harshly this time since he refused to listen to me.
"God fine!" he spoke angrily as he sat up in his bed, glaring daggers at me. "I'm up, I'll go eat. Now go annoy someone else," he declared, getting up and walking out of the room without even glancing at me. I sighed at followed him out, heading to Harry's room. It could have been worse. Probably.
As expected, waking up Harry was easier. I had walked in and sat on the edge of his bed –he had surprisingly slept alone last night- and shook him lightly, earning a bright smile when his eyes opened. "Good morning!" he had greeted happily, sitting up to hug me tightly. I had hugged him back then let him go, explaining that I had come get him for breakfast. He had followed me closely, holding my hand like a lost child.
I sat down on my chair between Liam and Niall, smiling as I smelt the amazing scent of eggs with bacon. It was rare that I got big breakfasts like these, I usually had just some cereals, but I felt that with Libby around I would have much more. I began to ate, taking my time to savor each bite. Libby was truly an amazing cook, I could tell.
"Oops!" Louis said with a smirk as I heard a plate shatter to the ground, a mess of eggs on the floor. He had 'dropped' his plate. "You'll have to clean up," he spoke towards me, his grin not once fading away. He felt proud of his prank the little brat. I cleaned up the eggs and the fragments of plates while Libby brought him a new one and finished just in time to catch Niall, his hand in my plate with a piece of bacon in it.
"Niall..." I simply said with a warning tone, and he turned his head to look at me. He smiled innocently and I could almost see a glowing halo on top of his head, looking all innocent. "That is my breakfast, you already finished yours," I added after glancing to his plate. He pouted and let go of the bacon, bringing his hands onto his lap.
After that breakfast went well and ended with no trouble. Harry and Louis went to play in the living room while Liam helped me clean up and Niall was still in his highchair, looking at us in curiosity, his cheeks all sticky from the reminders of his breakfast. I cleaned them up and also took care of his hands before picking him up. "If you want, I can watch over them while you shower," Liam proposed from behind me and I turned around with a smile.
"Really? That would be great thanks. I'm not very at ease with leaving them without any surveillance," I told him as I passed Niall to him. I then headed to my room to grab some clothes.
I did not take too much time in the shower, not wanting to leave Liam alone with the three of them too long. After all, it was my job to take care of them, not his. I got out of the shower after fifteen minutes and dried myself, wrapping the towel around myself afterwards. I dried my hair and reached for my underwear, only to meet empty air. I frowned and looked at the counter I had left my clothes on earlier and found it empty. I looked at the door and cursed when I found it open, while it had been closed earlier. Someone had come in and stole my clothes, and it did not take me long to know exactly who.
"Louis Tomlinson!" I shouted angrily as I exited the bathroom, still dressed in just a towel. "You better give me back my clothes right now, I don't think this is funny!" I added as I walked down the hallway towards the living room. Liam walked towards the hallway and stopped, blushing madly as he took in my attire, clearly embarrassed. I wasn't though, I was way too pissed off for that. I walked in the living room and spotted the young brat, sitting on the floor and playing with cars with Harry, though the smirk on his face gave him away. He was very pleased to have pissed me off. "Where are they?" I asked, furious.
"I'm pretty sure Niall's using your panties as a new hat as we speak and Harry your shirt as a blanket in his bed. Your pants might have had an accident and ended up in the trash," he spoke calmly while he played. Sure enough, Niall sat in a corner of the room with my panties on his head. I quickly got them back, explaining to the blonde that panties were not a hat in the process. I then went in Harry's room and grabbed my shirt from his bed, where he had left it unguarded. My pants couldn't be saved since I would definitely not look through the trash. I then went in my room and frowned, noticing I still didn't have my bra. The brat must've hid it pretty well and I wouldn't find it anyways. I put the ones I had in my hands in the laundry then dressed into other clothes, stopping in the bathroom to hang the towel to try.
Once back in the living room, I stepped in front of Louis and crossed my arms over my chest. "You are getting punished Louis. What you did was wrong and I don't want it to happen again," I scolded him, grabbing the cars and giving them to Harry before picking up the struggling brat and sitting him on the couch, crouching down so I was at eye-level with him. "You're going to stay there, and don't think about escaping because I'll be watching over you. And you're going to watch a movie that I choose," I said before standing back up and starting the television. I chose a boring historical movie about a queen and put it on for Louis to watch and he frowned, groaning.
"You're not serious?!? This thing lasts four hours!" he complained.
"Exactly. So sit and watch."
Hey guys! I know it's late, but the chapter is posted on Monday as it was supposed to! Next on is on June 6th and will be the continuation of the Day 1. Thanks for reading and thanks in advance for voting and commenting. I reply to everyone by the way. Also from now on the pictures will rarely have anything to do with the chapters and will just be things I found funny or cute. They will all be One Direction related though.