The Nanny

Blindesideed

I couldn't believe how angry I was.

She had left... with Niall.

Eleanor had confirmed they were going back to his but she had threatened me with bodily harm if I so much as thought about following and between the damage I had already done and the fear I had of Eleanor- she could be very intimidating when she wanted to be- I thought better of taking the trip to Niall's flat.

And now I was sat in my home waiting for Aria to show up as the hours ticked by.

Every time I would hear a slight creak in the house I would spring up from my spot to glance at the door hoping to see Aria and Jamie coming back home.

The longer I waited the more I wished I could take my earlier words back.

What if she didn't come back?

I didn't like that thought one bit because as mad as she made me, I was really starting to like the idea of her around.

I liked watching her interact with my daughter and her son. I liked when she would poke fun at me and then flash that smirk that let me know she was just doing it to annoy me.

But I had ruined that with my careless words and uncalled for insults all because I didn't like the image of Aria tucked into Niall's side.

And now I was alone waiting for someone to return that might not ever come back.

I wasn't comfortable with the amount of pain that brought me.

She had to come back.

I don't know how long I sat there in complete silence and darkness waiting but the next thing I knew the sun was just beginning to rise and peek in through the windows and the sound of the door scraping open was waking me from my restless slumber.

I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes just in time to see Aria sneak past towards the stairs with Jamie napping quietly, tucked in his car seat.

"Aria." I rasped out causing her to freeze in her escape.

She didn't turn to me, didn't show any other indication of hearing me besides the stillness of her body.

I sighed once again kicking myself for messing this up. We had reached a level of comfort with each other for a very short period and I found myself missing it immensely right then.

"I just, I wanted to say-"

"Are you firing me?" She asked in a monotone voice.

I furrowed my brow and scratched the back of my neck. Why would she think that? I was the one in the wrong here, not her.

"No of course not, I just wanted to apologize. "

"Alright then." Again she cut me off as she placed Jamie's seat down gently on the floor at the foot of the stairs and walked over to me stopping just out of arm's length.

I bit my lip and let my eyes drift over her face, which looked much too tired, and down her body that I just realized was clade in Niall's clothing.

I felt heat course through my veins and a feeling that made me uncomfortably irritated settle over me as I eyed the familiar joggers and tee shirt. Closing my eyes and taking a few deep breaths I reined all that in and decided to stick to my plan.

"I'm sorry Aria. I shouldn't have said what I did. I was slightly drunk and, you and Niall... you caught me off guard."

She just stared at me and nodded as she took in my words. It made me nervous that she hadn't said anything yet. Normally she would have already interrupted me to tell me that I was a douche or something along those lines but her silence was much more nerve-wracking and honestly I would have welcomed any insult at this point as the seconds ticked on.