The babysitter (boyxboy)

Chapter 6

Louis POV

The sun pretty much blinds me as I open eyes. I immediately feel two strong arms wrapped around me. I whip around and see Harry snoring lightly. The second I pull away a small frown appears on his face. I could either leave or just stay and yell at him when he wakes up. I step up and he stirs lightly. I freeze. I don't know what to do I can't leave he'll freak out. What the hell is wrong with me. I punch his arm to wake up but instead he just cries out in pain but barely stirs. I shake him again and he jolts awake and stares at me wide eyed not moving. Neither of us move but I can tell he's remembering what happened last night. I don't want to think about last night. What was I thinking! I'm not gay why did I make him stay? I'm not gay, I'm not gay I kept repeating in my head Why did it not feel that bad? I'm not gay  Why am I not yelling at him. His eyes are now winced closed waiting for a punch. I can't punch him for this I made him stay. What if he tells someone?

"Look this never happened fag tell someone and I'll bury you" I spat as I punch him in the stomach. He closes his eyes tighter in pain and he hunches over. I almost feel bad for punching him. I shake my head and pull Harry up.

"Get out fag" i yell as I push him out my room but I have a weird feeling one In the pit of my stomach it felt just weird. He stumbles still half asleep into the wall before I slam my door. How can I even face him? I guess I could go see Zayn today. He's free all day but his dad doesn't like me very much so I can't stay over. I pull out my phone and it's 10:30 I dial Zayn's number. It rings for a second before he picks up.

"Oi Tommo Vas happening?" he almost yells in the phone with his thick Bradford Pakistani accent. People think he is the quiet one of our little group but that is defiantly not the case, you just need to get to know him. Then you can't get him to shut the fuck up!

"Want meet at Nandos I've got to get out of my house?" I ask. I can't face Harry again when last night I was so vulnerable.

"Course but I have to do my hair. I'll be there at 12" He responds

"ok bye mate" why he needs one and a half hours to do his hair is beyond me.

"bye" he says and I hang up the phone. I've got an hour and a half to waist before I meet him. That boy takes way too much time on his hair. I scroll my instagram feed for about 10 minutes before I get bored. I walk into the hallway to the bathroom at the end of the hall and turn on the shower. I step down and hop into the cold shower. I squeeze out the tiny bit of shampoo/conditioner that's left in the only bottle all six of us share. The water is cold but I'm used to it since I can't remember the last time that I've had a warm shower in this house. My father took literally all of our money when he left. When my mother left for rehab my sisters were all I had and now I barely have them. The water in the shower starts to flicker which means Harry is running the sink. I turn the shower all the way off and get out. I go back in my room and pull out some random black skinny jeans and a black shirt. I go in front of my mirror and put on some black eyeliner. I blow dry my hair out and throw on a beanie because I'm WAY to lazy to do my hair. I creep out of my bedroom and I can hear Harry and the twins downstairs in the living room. I sneak down the stairs to no success because there so damn creaky. I check my phone and it's only 11:40 I still have tones of time but I can't stay here. I tiptoe to get my shoes but I get knocked over by a strong force.

"What the he-" I look up and I'm met with Harry's apologetic eyes and a hand over his mouth.

"I wasn't looking where I was going I'm so sorry please don't hurt me it was an accident" he rambles out. I can't believe I scare him that much. I hold my hand out and raise my brow waiting for him to pull me off my (fabulous) ass. He stares for a second then jumps in realization. He extends his arm out for and I grab it graciously. We stand there for a second and I stare at his huge hands. I'm not gay He clears his throat awkwardly and I pull back my hand Immediately.