The Nanny

ONE DIRECTION NOT FAMOUS! This story doesn't really has a prologue but well...

Having your parents' trust isn't hard to get, but once you loose it, it'll be hard to get back... But now I think i isn't completely a bad thing, I mean, call it fate or however you want, but it happened.

You never know wht can happen, and well maybe a trip changed everything. This is my story, this was my nanny.


I know it doesn't say much but I couldn't come up with a real prologue, anyway, I hope you cn get attached to it easily like I did.


2. Liam

"Emily," mum was calling me from the kitchen. "Come here, I want you to meet someone…" She took my hand and guided me to the kitchen.
"This is Liam," This guy was gorgeous, so I allowed myself to examine him completely. His hair was brown, short and naturally perfect; his cheeks were decorated with a few moles; his eyes were light brown; but what amazed me the most was his beautiful smile. He wore some black jeans with a red shirt and a black jacket over. He looked perfect for a crime.
"He's Geoff's son, your dad's partner and he's taking care of you while we're out."
Okay, forget the crime, my smile changed from admiration to contempt, which seemed had no effect on him 'cause he just kept smiling. Dad interrupted the awkward silence while we walked with his suitcases.
"Let me help you," offered the "babysitter"
Idiot, yeah my mind wasn't exactly nice right now.
My family's ride got home and they started loading the cases in it.
"Please honey, we don't want any trouble, do what Liam tells you to," dad told me
"Sure, no trouble." Okay, maybe I wasn't being 100% honest.
"Right," he kissed my forehead and got in the cab with mom and Anna.
I saw the cab getting farther away until I couldn't see it. I turned over my heels to get in the house, but 'Liam' was in my way. He kept looking after the cab, and when he turned at me he shoved his hands in his pockets and smiled.
"Hi," he said politely.
I didn't answer; instead I walked around him and got in the house.
"Whose are these?" I pointed at the suitcases at the bottom of the stairs.
"Mine," he answered behind me. "I will… live here, so I guess we should get along." I glared at him and went to my room.

I woke up when I hear three knocks at my door, but I ignored them and slept.
"Wake up, you're going to be late," I pulled the covers to my eyes because he turned on the light.
"It doesn't matter if I'm late," I lied.
"Well, let's make sure it won't matter, get up." He pulled the covers off of me so I pulled back. Of course he was way stronger than me so he won.
"Uh," I muttered annoyed.
"Don't complain, now go get dressed," he threw the covers out of the bed and left my room.
I was drowning in anger; I stepped into the shower waiting for the hot water to wash away everything I felt. Nothing relaxed me more than a bath.
I stepped out and picked my clothes [] I grabbed my purse, my car keys and left my room. When he saw me he started laughing.
"Those are some old pants," he kept laughing.
"These are not old," I glared at his, he obviously knew that but he just wanted to annoy me.
"I want you to be here at three," he said before I was out of the house.
"Idiot," I murmured
"I heard you!" he yelled from the kitchen.
"I don't care!" I yelled back, and then slammed the door. I walked up to my car and went to school.

"So, how was it?" Eleanor asked sitting by my side at the café.
"Ha! Horrible!" I said grabbing my head with both my hands.
"How is him?" she was excited "is he old? Nerd? Grumpy?"
"No, no and I don't know yet."
"Then?" she asked impatiently
"Well, first he's gorgeous! Oh Elea, you need to see him from behind!" I said biting my bottom lip.
"What's the problem, then?" her eyes went wide open.
"He's an idiot," I said taking a sip of my water
"Why? What did he do?Emily! Tell me already!" I laughed
"Nothing really, I just… don't like him, he's conceited"
"What are you doing about him?"
"Well, if there's something I'm sure of… He's leaving" I grinned.

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