I'm Just The Nanny (Harry Styles)

Wake up calls

My phone vibrated against the table. I reached  out through my fort of blankets and grabbed it. It was eight o'clock in the fucking morning, who could be calling? I didn't recognize the number.

"Hello?! What is it? " I barked into the phone, forgetting my manners this early.
"Ummm, is this Samantha? this is Harry Styles, I saw your poster and I was calling because I need a nanny but if you're not in a good place right now.." A deep British voice came over the other line. I sat up.
"No, hi, yeah this is Sam. I'm sorry I'm grumpy in the morning. You're calling for a nanny?" I said in my mature, 'hire me' voice.
"Yes, I'm Harry Styles, I'm a cardio surgeon at San Francisco Hospital and my wife is a fashion designer, so we don't have my g time on our hands. I've got a 2 year old and a 6 year old. My last nanny just quit on account of my wife being a raging lunatic, and I'm in need of a new one. You have experience?"
I wasn't going to lie. This guy sounded hot. But if the last nanny quit, would I like it?
"Yes I do. I've been babysitting for about 6 years now. Why exactly did the last nanny quit?"  I asked.
"Well, it's nothing to worry about, my wife has a temper. And the nanny was sick of being treated with disrespect. But I promise you if you come to work for us, I will respect you. And my wife may be a bit harsh but the kids and I will be kind to you. You have my word."  I'd never met this guy before, but for some reason I trusted him. "Now, I noticed that you hadn't put a price on the poster so I was thinking $50 an hour?" Holy shit. I was only going to ask for 10.
"Dr. Styles that's way to much I can't ask for that." I said, letting my guilt get the best of me.
"You're how old now?"  He asked.
"18 sir." I responded quietly.
"Use the money for college. My treat."
"Thank you sir. Now will you want to interview me or?"
"If you could come over today at 1:30, well ask you some questions, you can meet Darcy and Jake and see how you get along with them. If they like you and you don't have any red flags, you're hired." He said.
"Thank you so much sir. I'll be there." I shot up out of bed.
"And Sam?" He said, the line went silent.
"Yes?" I paused.
"Don't call me sir or Dr. Styles. I'm not my dad. I'm only 39. See you this afternoon." He hung up the phone.
I ran down the stairs so fast and slammed into my mother reading the paper at the breakfast table.
"GUESS WHO GOT A JOB INTERVIEW! 50$ AN HOUR! IN YOUR FACE!" I hollered. Mom put down the paper.
"That's lovely honey! Better get ready!" She said, pulling me in for a hug. "I knew you could be responsible. Now go put on some pants." I smiled and ran back up to my room to sleep for a couple hours more.