The New Sitter

Part 2

Title: The New Sitter

Pairing(s): Harry/Louis (Larry/Lourry)

Rating: PG

Word Count: 4,362

Summary: Harry's mother has always been overly protective of her son, but when she accidentally hires Harry's crush from high school to be his new baby sitter, Harry realizes his one-sided crush from high school may not be as hopeless and one-sided as he thought. 

Disclaimers: Some mild angst, then some heavier angst, but some goodness to balance it all out.

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“Harry, can you come down here sweetheart?”

Harry trotted down the stairs to find his mother in a form-fitting black dress with a pair of royal blue heels which matched her sapphire necklace.

“Come on!” Harry sighed because he knew what this behavior meant: a babysitter. Again. “You’re going to have to let me out of your sight eventually, you know.”

“Oh, honey, not until I’m dead,” his mother joked morbidly. She winked at him as he groaned.

“Well, who is it going to be?” Harry took a seat on the bottom of the stairwell as per their usual routine when his mother prepared for one of her nights out.

“It’s Louis, dear,” his mother said plainly, checking the seam of the side of her dress. “This part may be too high…”

Harry gulped as he felt his heart beat a little faster. “I-I thought you said last time that he wasn’t your first choice. Why are you calling him again?”

“You two seemed to get along really well,” she said as she pulled down at her dress. “When I came home you two were asleep on the couch and you seemed like you’d had a good night. Unless I was wrong?” Her tone changed to one of concern as she met her son’s eyes. She noticed something had changed in his demeanor.

“No, no, not at all. He’s a good guy…” Harry’s voice trailed off as he fell back into his own thoughts. He had a good time that much, but he found that it was still difficult to process all the events of the night. Harry found that an entire fantasy crush situation becoming reality in one night tended to leave one’s head pretty foggy.

“Well, good then!” Harry mother slipped on a royal blue pea coat, but left it unbuttoned and nodded at herself in the mirror. “He’ll be here any minute.”

“Of course he will,” Harry sighed. His mother needed to give him a bit more than a two minute heads up about this kind of stuff, though, to be fair, up until this point, all of his reactions in the past tended toward the outrageous. But now things were just — complicated.

Three thumps on the door signaled the arrival of the new sitter. Harry mother greeted Louis at the door where the two exchanged pleasantries for a moment — how’s the family, there’s money on the kitchen counter, the usual babysitter-parent pleasantries.

“See you tonight, Hazza!” His mother blew him a kiss, turned her wrist, and then waved at him as she exited.

Louis stood in the entry way and said goodbye to Harry’s mother, then closed the door and turned to face the younger boy. He smiled warmly, “Hey, Hazza.”

“I told you not to call me that,” Harry returned. His heart raced inside his chest, though this being the second time he had been home alone with Louis took some of the stress off of him. He felt tense, but not nearly as tense as last time.