5sos Smut

The Babysitter (Luke)

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"Are you sure you don't mind watching Sam for the whole weekend, Y/N?" Mrs Hemmings asked over the phone. "I know that you're young and would probably much rather go out."

"Of course it's fine! I love watching Sam, he's always brilliant for me and I'm sure he'll enjoy having me there for the whole weekend," I laughed, holding the phone between my shoulder and my ear to wipe down the counters. My lectures were done for the week and I wanted my apartment to be clean if I was going to be staying at the Hemmings' for the weekend.

"Oh Y/N, you're a star! You'll be able to get here early tomorrow morning right? We're leaving at nine."

"That's no problem, Liz! I can get there for eight thirty."

"Brilliant. Thank you so much sweetheart! I'll see you tomorrow."

"Bye Liz!"

I ended the call and placed my phone on the counter, letting out a deep breath and put my hair into a messy bun. I glanced around the room, the kitchen was clean and the lounge was clean, so I put my phone in my back pocket and headed upstairs to pack all my stuff for the weekend. I didn't need to take much, mainly just underwear, makeup and my toothbrush. Liz always let me use the washing machine if need be and anything else I may need to use, so I wouldn't have to take much clothes with me. I grabbed two pairs of leggings out of my drawers, two tank tops from the wardrobe, which were Iron Maiden and Slayer, a few pairs of underwear and socks and placed them all in my rucksack. I glanced at the time on the digital clock, 10:36 p.m. Deciding sleep would be good, I shimmied out of my jeans and slipped my bra off, plugging my phone on to charge and climbed under the covers. I heard the faint buzz of my phone so I checked it.

1 new text: Liz Hemmings, 10:41. Just a warning, Luke will be there all weekend. I've told him to make sure he behaves but you know what he's like. See you tomorrow Y/N.

I groaned, dealing with Luke Hemmings all weekend is not something I'd like to do with my time. For some strange reason he does not like me one bit, and hates seeing me in his house. Well, he's going to have to man up and deal with it.

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"Have a lovely trip guys! We'll see you Monday morning! Bye!" I held Sam in my arms as he waved at his parents, smiling at the blue eyed boy. He was always so pleasant, rarely difficult. I shut the door once they'd pulled out of the drive and looked at Sam. "What do you want to do now?" I asked.

"Spongebob!" He shouted excitedly, wiggling out of my arms and running into the lounge. As I started following him I heard the sound of the toilet flushing upstairs and groaned, it was far too early to deal with Luke. I sat on the sofa next to Sam and his favourite monkey teddy and watched the TV, but I was listening intently for Luke. He walked into the living dressed in nothing but joggers riding low on his hips and I rolled my eyes.

"Ugh, you're here already," he commented.

"That I am," I replied dryly, not taking my eyes off the yellow sponge on the screen.

"Marvellous," he added sarcastically, walking past the sofa to go to the kitchen.

"I'm hungry," Sam mumbled. "Can you make me some pancakes please?"

"Of course petal." I patted his head as I got up, slipping my phone into my bra and heading to the kitchen. Having been babysitting for Sam for two months, I knew where everything was and exactly what he liked. Opening the cupboards I began collecting the ingredients while I felt Luke's eyes burn holes into the back of my head.

"Why do you have to be here?"

"Because I'm looking after Sam, which is something I rarely hear that you do," I replied. I wasn't in the mood for him this early.