Babysitter~h.s.

f o r t y - s e v e n | Allana

"So, where are you going after graduation? I mean I do hope you have plans for college and work" I heard Hannah talking as I was starting to clear my locker. Graduation is in two days and the school wants us to get all our stuff before we leave this school, so I had to get all the things that were in my locker. We also had to pass by and get our wedding gown and cap from the admissions office.

"Excuse me, I do have plans you know" as I was almost done putting the books and notebooks in my bag. 

"Ahh yes, living with the boyfriend while you are studying as he finds another job" I rolled my eyes at her as I stuffed the last book into my bag. I closed the locker and got the lock and also put it inside my back. 

"We're not living together. He just had an apartment near my college" I said as we were walking to our last class. After our last class, we head out to the gym where we will practice our graduation. It's kind of a rehearsal thing before the big day. 

"It's not just a coincidence that he happens to have an apartment which is a few minutes from your school" well I didn't find it weird, but at least he's near me which makes me feel safer than ever. Plus, the school was 5 hours away from home and I never wanted to go back and forth so an apartment was a good idea and my mom agreed for me to live there, but I didn't actually tell her I was living with Harry. But I am keeping my promise to visit my mom every holiday event.

"Just relax, it's not like you are also moving in with your new man" I smirked and nudged her arm. Hannah has been dating this guy she met online. They've met a couple of times and have been dating for a while. Didn't know they were moving this fast, but am glad that he makes her happy.

We heard the bell rang so we had already entered the classroom. Once we sat down and placed our bags on the floor, Hannah spoke "Hey, he happens to be a senior from that university and his house was a block away. Also, you didn't think I wouldn't say yes to seeing my boyfriend naked every day" I giggled as a reaction towards her response. The teacher had entered the room and we just have to wait for an hour and 15 minutes till the class was over.

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"You know you don't have to go right? I was just given the option to have a plus one" Harry said as he was on the other side of the door. We were in the mall to buy our outfits to wear for the event on Saturday. Harry's sister Gemma is getting married in a church and the reception will take place in their house.

"Weren't you the one who invited me?" I asked while we were seated on a bench outside of the fitting room. He actually told me that a few days ago and now he wants me to back out last minute? 

"I did, yeah. But you know you can choose to go or not" I heard him say. He was still changing in the fitting room. He takes so long to be honest.

"Mate, you know we're all invited to this thing, right? and I know for a fact that she wants you to bring Allana as your date" Louis commented. He was also sitting beside me on the bench. We were leaning against the post behind us because we were waiting for Harry to be done.

"By the way, are you done already? We have been waiting for you for almost 15 minutes. We only gave you a few clothes, how many are you trying on?" I heard Louis who said that. I noticed he had this annoying face on. I laughed lightly because I feel the same way. I am annoyed because of how Harry has been doing inside the room.

"I had to make sure what you gave me was the right one because...." he walked out of the room and we saw him wearing this all-printed blazer and pants and a very very ruffled top inside. He looked like one of those English men before, except without those white powdered wigs. He continued, "....I look like a fucking English guy from the 18th century" his eyes looked down at his outfit and back to us.

I couldn't help to control my laughter, but for Louis, he had this cheeky grin on his face. I think he was trying to hold his laugh, but in the end, he started to burst out laughing. 

"I get it. It looks funny. Can we please get me real clothes" he gritted his teeth with anger and annoyance since both Louis and I started laughing and making fun of his outfit. I noticed Harry rolling his eyes as I stood up and walked towards him.

"I'm sorry, babe, but your outfit is ridiculously funny" I laughed as I looked at it again. He does look like an English guy without the wig. I continued, "...although, it wasn't me who chose that outfit for you."

His eyebrows scrunched down as if he was confused. He looked at me for a while then his face dropped in a poker face as he turned to Louis who was still laughing and took a photo of him using his phone. "This was your idea I assume?"

"Man, you should've seen the look on your face when you got out of the fitting room" he continued laughing and it's as if he was also crying, but in a good way, I hope. He stood up then went over us. "I just wanted to dress you up in something that was completely opposite to your style and this was my revenge for taking an embarrassing photo of me a few months ago."

"Wait- what did you wear?" I asked out of curiosity.

Louis looked at Harry, waiting for him to tell me instead. "We went to a black-tie event and told him it was a costume party, so he showed up wearing a big diaper on, shirtless, a beanie on top, and a pacifier in his mouth while everyone else wore something formal."

"Oh my God" my mouth was in shock, but it turned to a smile after. Cannot imagine how much embarrassment he felt when he was the only one with a costume. These two boys and their pranks. I seriously don't know if I'm dating a guy or a child. "Okay, okay. Enough with the embarrassing stories. Why don't you put on these?" I gave him this patterned blazer and pants in which the colors don't seem too bright, but inside the blazer was the color gold. His polo was black, but let's see what it looks like when he wears them.

He groaned as he entered the fitting room again. "If this doesn't look good on me, I'm not attending this thing" I heard him ruffling inside the room as he was starting to change into the clothes I gave him. Actually, I've never heard him talk about his sister before, so I don't understand why he wouldn't be too happy or excited about going to her wedding. I thought and thought about it and looked at Louis, maybe he knows why Harry doesn't talk about his sister.

"Hey, uhm Louis," I said as he directed his attention to me from his phone, "Has Harry ever talked about his sister before?" When you're practically dating someone, I think the first thing you want to know about each other is your family and Harry has never once told me anything about his. I just learned about his stepbrother when we were being held captive and that's it. No parents, no siblings, nothing. It wasn't really a topic he wanted to mention in our countless conversations. I always get curious because he knows about my family and I never got to know his family.

"Well, he mentioned it to us, but it's not something he would like to talk about in a casual conversation. You need to ease it up a bit with him or let him tell you because it's not really something funny to look back on. You have to be careful with him" was the only thing he told me. I know or I can sense how protective Louis is to Harry and that he won't tell me anything, but he's sort of right. I can't ask him about Harry. I have to ask Harry myself. I had a disappointing face since I thought I was going to get the information that I needed from Louis, but I didn't.

A few minutes later, Harry came out and I have to tell you how hot he looks in the suit. "So what do you think?" Harry asked as he was looking at the mirror and turning around to let us see the outfit front and back. I saw Louis as he nodded and agreed to it.

"I have to say, Allana does have better style than me," Louis said as Harry replied back.

"Obviously" I giggled seeing Louis rolled his eyes at him. I walked over to him and saw how good the outfit is on him. I am really proud of what I chose for him because he can be sexy and hot and funny, but his taste in clothing? I sometimes wonder how he ever survives.

"You look great, babe. I am proud of what I picked for you and  I am going with you on Saturday. I'm always with you." I said as we both leaned in for a kiss on the lips. He went back in to change into his casual clothes before we head to the cashier for him to pay for it.