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The snow falls slowly down to the ground outside Harry's window. It's December and kids are out side playing and shouting.
Harry wakes up blinking a cupple of times before his vision is focused again. Stretching he sits up craking bones in his back and fingers.
A soft knock is filling his room.
"Honey? Are you awake?" His mum asks while opening the door slowly.
"Yeah, mum. Just woke up." Harry replies with a hoars voice. He watches as his mum approaches him, frowning slightly.
"Aw, is Harryboo a little sick today? Hmm?" She cooes, sitting down beside Harry and running a hand trough his soft curls.
"Mum, please just... Stop, I think it's nothing serious anyway." Harry sighs and smiles a little dimpled smile at his mum.
Anne smiles back softly.
"Alright hun. Well, you better come downstairs. I made breakfast for you." She pets his curls and goes to the hall before she stops.
"Oh, and by the way. You remeber I'm leaving for Rome today right?"
Harry nods his head, slightly curious of were she is going with this.
"Well, I hired a babysitter for you so you won't be so lonely till I'll be back on Monday. He's very sweet and charming. Almost like you." She smiles.
"Mum? Seriously?! A babysitter? I am 18, I can take care of myself. I'm not agreeing to this, but did you hire a guy just cause I'm bi? What if he has a boyfriend, or what is he's STRAIGHT? huh?" Harry argues. Coughing as he finishes his little rant. Anne looks sadly at her son.
"You still need to have a babysitter because last time you didn't, you almost burned the house down. I'll fetch you some coughing medicine." With that she leaves Harry in his warm bed, still frustrated over having to be watched by a stranger.
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Harry is laying on the couch when the doorbell rings. He slowly sits up thinking he can use his time walking to the door. He is halfway there when Anne shouts from upstairs.
"Harryboo! Open the door! I haven't heard talking yet!"
Harry stops in front of the door, eyeing it as he answerd his mum.
"Mum! For gods sake! I just came to the door! And please, stop with the nicknames!"
He takes the door handle and opens it letting in a soft cold wind.
"It's very annoyi--" Harry's lost his words. He breathes in the cold wind making a shiver flow through his body.
Right in front of him stands a little shorter boy. Blue eyes, brown feather hair dancing in the wind, a scarf tucked around his neck and a black winter coat hanging nicely around his figure. His hands a buried in his pockets of the coat.
Harry can not get enough of the sight, maybe this is his babysitter. Or.. or maybe it is just the taxi man who is supposed to pick up his mother. He feels like he has stared at the boy for minutes. The blue eyed boy smiles a crooked smile, his chest gets filled with air before he spoke.
"Hi, is Miss Anne Styles here?" The boy asks. His voice heavily sweet. Harry spots a taxi car at the end of their driveway.
Harry sighs. It is just the taxi man. He thought he got lucky this time.
"Yeah, just hold on a bit."
He turns around so he sees the stairs. He thinks for a second and faces the boy again, widening the door.
