"Brianna Pyper Grey you're late for babysitting!" My mum yelled from downstairs, clearly hearing her in my room. I took a short glance on my digital clock. Goddamnit. It's 3:54! I must arrive there before 4:00! Mr. Styles is going to shoot me. The twins will be pulling my hair again. I'm going to see Mr. Styles' bitchy wife. How great.
I ran towards my closet, picking up a white button-down shirt, black skinny jeans and black elevated boots. After, I pulled my hair up in a messy bun before brushing my teeth, then heading downstairs with my varsity bag on my shoulder. "What have you been doing young lady?" Mum scolded me, her arms crossed.
"I'm sorry, I lost track of time." I mumbled, letting out a sigh afterwards. "God, let's go. I'll give you a ride." She said, pulling me out of the house. I hopped in her Mini Cooper silently before we could drive off.
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I gave three knocks on their huge mahogany door and heard several thumps on the floor. "Brianna, good to see you again." Mr. Styles greeted, stepping aside to let me in. He looks so good having his hair slicked back, his emerald eyes on my hazelnut ones. Behave, Brianna. Behave.
Suddenly, I heard cute squeals and giggles coming from the living room. "Bweeyanah!" Harper and Hailey, the twins shrieked as they ran towards me. Their short, fragile arms clinging around my legs. "Hello Harper and Hailey! It's been two weeks since I saw you guys." I said, kneeling to their height. "We missed you much Bweeyanah." Harper, the male one pouted, hugging me. They might be enjoying to tug at my hair harshly, but they're such sweet kids. Mr. Styles did a great job, excluding Mrs. Styles. "Awh Harper I did too!" I hugged him back, pulling Hailey in as well. "They missed you so much Brianna." Mr. Styles intervened and I gave him a small smile.
"Anyways, Sandrine and I will be leaving tonight, Bree. Let the kids watch anything okay?" He spoke as he wrapped his gold Rolex around his wrist which is equivalent to my one year college expenses.
"Okay, Mr. Styles. No problem." I stood up, straightening my crumpled shirt.
"Bweeyanah, you weaw the same cwothes as daddy!" Hailey cheered, giggling at the same time. "Yeah! You wook wike a couple." Harper added, then suddenly I heard someone clear her throat. Great, Sandrine.
"Who's the couple huh, Harper?" Sandrine cut in, and Harper trembled in fear as he hid behind my tall figure. "I-It's nothing, Mrs. Styles actually." I stuttered with a nervous smile.
"Brianna and Harry? What a joke." She rolled her eyes as she walked down the stairs, her annoying designer heels clacking on the floorboards.
Annoying as f×××. She should rot in hell.
"Sandrine, shut that mouth of yours. Stop raising your voice at the kids."
"Why are you all building a team against me?" Sandrine whined.
"We only build a team when you're speaking bullshit, Sandrine. Which is all the time." Harry bit.
"You know what, fuck you." She spat on his face. I widened my eyes at her response and looked at the kids, secretly covering Harper's ears.
"Mummy, no sweawing!" Hailey says.
"You keep your mouth shut young lady." Sandrine looks at Hailey, jaw clenched. Suddenly, she went to my side as well. "Shhh, it's alright Hailey." I rubbed her arm.
"Hold your fire for now, Sandrine. Get in the car and we'll talk." Harry growled at her, she then stormed out of the house.
"Ugh," Harry rolls his eyes, then knelt to the twins' height. "I'm sorry about your mum, she's sometimes a pain in the bum. Maybe she's on her period." Mr. Styles winked at the kids and they giggled.
