Niall Horan, My Baby-Sitter (Narry)

Chapter 2

Heyy guys. Sorry for not updating for sooooo long. But here's chapter 2. I made another account, it's @Melanie_Louise and I started writing a book there today. Maybe while you're waiting for me to update this, you could go check it out? It would be much appreciated! Love you guys!

Harry's P.O.V.

I heard the door being shut and the baby-sitter came in. Ugh why do I even need one? I'm 17 for fucks sake, why can't my parents just trust me for once! Oh yea, I broke their trust years ago and evertime I regain their trust, I break it again. I just hope the baby-sitter is not an old man, and maybe I can get a good fuck out of him. Yes, before you ask. I do like guys, but I like woman too. But hey, not the whole world need to know that, especially my 2 other homophobic friends. Yeah yeah, now you're probably gonna go on about how they're not really my friend if they don't accept me for who I am. Blah blah, but I've known them since birth and life isn't always fair sometimes. I slowly turned around to be met with a boy around my age. Wait no, not just any ordinary boy. But the boy I've been bullying since middle school because he was gay. And the boy who's turned me gay. He opened his mouth to say something but closed it again. Well this is going to be the best week of my life, or the worst.

We continued to stare at each other awkward before he finally broke the silence. "I c-could leave i-if you w-want?" He stuttered, I could tell he was nervous and so

was I. I shook my head quickly, no way was I going to let this beautiful boy leave my house.

"Stay." I told him, he just nodded and looked around confusedly.

"I'll give you a house tour." I beamed, standing up, the cold air hitting my body as I got up from the couch. Maybe I should be nice to him, to make him hate me less than he already does.

He raised his eyebrow, probably noticing that I'm actually being nice to him. I fake smiled and took his hand, feeling sparks all over my body as I showed him the 1st floor of my 2 floored mansion. Sometimes I hated the fact that I was rich, people would automatically think I'm a spoiled brat. But I'm the opposite, like what they say, can't judge a book by its covers.

I took Niall upstairs and noticed that he kept glancing back at me and our holding hands. I quickly slip my hand back into my pocket, blushing slightly. "S-sorry." I apologized, stuttering. What the hell is wrong with me?! I never stutter. Ugh the things this boy do to me. I know so that this was going to be the longest week of my life.

Sorry this is really short, I kinda got bored and decided to finally update this on my phone. I didn't read it over or anything so excuse my spelling or grammar mistakes. Vote and comment would mean a lot to me! Thanks! Bye :)