The Dumb and The Clueless

Chapter 45: A Babysitter Without Any Style

it was getting pretty late, and my parents were gone again. they haven't been home a lot , and since iim 17, turning 18, they let me stay home alone a lot, sometimes with a babysitter. i was wearing ramones shirt, and black lace underwear. don't ask me why i'm wearing that underwear, i just chose it out of random from my cabinet. the only problem is, the babysitter,  is harry. it kinda sucks, but i get to do what i want most of the time. the threat i use is: "don't make me pour ice cubes down your pants!" then he gets scared, and leaves me alone. but now, he kept telling me to go to bed, and i don't want to. "Katie how many times have i told you, go to bed!" "wow you really take this 'babysitting' stuff, seriously." i respond, i'm a sarcastic tone. he narrows his eyes, and tells me once more, in a loud voice. "i said, go to bed." "no." i tell him, as i walk away. he grabs my wrist, and yanks me back to him, making me lose my balance. "what did you just say?" "i said no." his expression hardens, and i know he's trying to hold in the anger that i'm giving him. i love doing this with him because his reactions and expressions are so funny. we've known each other since we were little, and he's older than me by a year, so my parents consider him the babysitter,  "listen to me!" he yells. i shake my head, and do a little smirk.  "playing hard to get, ey?" he warns. i don't respond, and he leans so low, his lips are against mine. "Katie. bed. now" he says, voice serious yet angry. "i think for a second, and i love the chase sometimes. "no. harry. catch me." i say, right before i run as far away from him as i can. maybe i shouldn't have made him so angry…too late to  turn back now! i sprint, as i hear harry's feet hitting the wooden floor, as he runs after me. "dammit, Katie! get back here!" i laugh, and remain my focus on my one priority right now. stay. away. from. harry. i feel and hear my heart pounding against my chest, as i run away from him. i feel his footsteps get closer, and before i know it, he's behind me, running so close if he stretched his arm, he'd have me. but why wasn't he stretching his arms to catch me? i know he likes the chase too, but.. i shake my head and get out of thought while i run downstairs, and into the kitchen. i hide under the dining table, as he looks for me, a deep growl escaping from his throat. he finally sees me, and lifts one side of the table, letting me slide out from under the table, and get a head start at running again.. "you'll never catch me!" i yell as i turn back around to  face forward again, as i'm running again, i  don't hear footsteps. "wha" i couldn't finish, cause before i knew it i was lifted off of my feet, three feet  in the air. "harry! put me down!" i exclaim, as i kick and squirm so he'd put me down. he doesn't listen to me, and puts me on the couch. "you're gonna pay for that" "whoa, easy tiger." i mock. "i want you" he mumbles, voice raspy and deep. after he said that, what turned me on even more was that i felt his bulge, grow hard. he leans down, and starts kissing me. "you're birthday's coming up.." i mumble, as he separates. "yeah, i know.." he mumbles. "19.." i whisper to myself. "yeah i know i'm old.." he teases. "no you're not," i respond, as i let my hands trail from his waist up his torso. i wrap my arms around his neck, as he leans down again. he kisses me gain, but with more force and passion. i can't deny, i loved it, but i'll just deny it for now. then, he let his tongue take control. i was so turned on by that, i forgot where my hands were. when i feel around where my hands are, my hands are at the top of his black skinny jeans. "mmmmh" i hum, as he keep kissing me me. he lets go, and stands up. i follow him, and before i know it, i"m against the bedroom wall. "where were we?" he says with a dirty smirk. he starts kissing with tongue again, and i feel his tongue exploring my mouth, trying to find mine. ii've never french kissed before, but i don't think i wanted to start today. who knows if i'm bad! (lol) i ran one hand through his hair, while the other stayed against his torso, to keep a distance. then, the space between us closed. "We're gonna go so hard, you won't be able to stand up tomorrow" I stop letting him kiss me, and I stare up at him. "Is this rape?" "It isn't rape if you like it" he responds with a smirk. "Wipe that smirk off of your face, Mr. Styles." He chuckles, and looks into my eyes. I laugh, and complain. "Not the eyes, not the eyes!" He laughs, and so do I. "You're not getting ANY of me tonight, until your birthday comes tomorrow." He frowns and then sits down on the bed. "Please?" "No, Harry. At least, not today." I hint, as I wink and exit the room.