I'm Just The Nanny (Harry Styles)

Drunken Mistakes

It's been a week since I've spoken to Harry. A week since the kiss. After the kiss he promptly texted me:

"Are you free to take care of the kids while Melanie is a way so I can get some work done next friday around 6?" 

and I replied:

"Sure. See you then." 

But that's all we've said. 

And now it's Friday. I've been thinking about the kiss for the last week non-stop. Thinking about him non-stop.

I got into my piece of crap car and drove to the Styles' house. It was 6:10 when I go there. I rang the doorbell and anxiously checked my phone out of habit. When the door opened I put it in my purse. Harry stood in front of me. I waved. 

"Sam? What're you doing here?" He said.

"What do you mean? You texted me and asked me to babysit tonight so you could get work done." I said, adjusting my bag on my shoulder. 

"Shit! I forgot to cancel. The kids went to sleepover at their cousins house. I'm sorry you came all the way out here." He said. I stepped back from the door and down one of the steps. 

"Oh. It's ok. I'll see you later then." I turned to walk down the path. 

"Sam! Wait! Why don't you come inside for a while? So you didn't come all this way for nothing." He said, opening the door more. I paused. 

"You're sure?" I asked, I didn't want him feeling like he had to let me in. 

"Yeah. I finished all my work and it's lonely here with nothing to do. Come on in, we'll watch a movie." He said, nodding towards the living room. 

"Ok." I said. I walked back up the stairs and into the house, shutting the door behind me. Harry was wearing black skinny jeans and a white v-neck shirt. I could see tattoos peeking though his sleeves and though the sheer material of his shirt. I was so curious to know what he had painted on his body. 

"You like horror movies?" Harry asked, walking into the kitchen. I put my bag down on the floor. 

"My favorite." I said, sitting on the couch. 

"Wanna beer?" He shouted from the kitchen. "I won't tell anyone. Where I'm from you're legal."

"Yeah, that'd be great, thanks."  I responded. I could feel myself start to get anxious. What would this night entail? Harry came out from the kitchen with two beers. He handed one to me and then sat down on the couch next to me. 

"The shinning?" He asked, taking a sip of his beer. I nodded.

"Sure."

 He cued the movie up on Netflix and then turned off the lights.  I took a long swig of beer. This was going to be a long night. 

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"HERE'S JOHHNY!"  The movie dragged on. We hadn't said one thing. It was awkward as hell. By this point, we'd both downed two beers and were working on our third. Suddenly, Harry turned to me. 

"Sam." He said. I kept my eyes focused on the movie. 

"Hm?" 

"Sam." He repeated. I looked over at him. He pushed his lips into mine, taking the beer bottle out of my hand and putting it onto the coffee table in front of us. I didn't protest. He picked me up, putting his strong hands on my butt, pulling me in. I straddled him, and he lay down on the couch. I was ontop of him now, kissing his neck. His hands held me tightly. He helped me pull my shirt off and I returned the favor. He picked me up and flipped me so I was on the couch now, with him hovering over me. He pinned my hands above my head, and began to kiss down my neck. He kissed past my collar bones and in between my chest, down my stomach and to the hem of my jeans. Then, in one swift motion, he picked me up and began to walk deeper into the house. I sucked on his neck as he walked up the stairs, earning a moan from his lips. After a bit of walking, we arrived in what I assumed was the master bedroom. Harry threw me down on the bed. I pulled him down after me. I unbuttoned his pants as he kissed my chest. Then I unbuttoned my own. He kissed my thighs and rubbed me. I couldn't help but moan. I began to shake from pleasure.  I looked to the left and saw a picture of Jake Darcy and Melanie on the bedside table, but I looked away and put my hands in his hair and felt him with me. He finished and came up to kiss me. He pulled me into his arms and kissed my forehead. 

"Goodnight Sam." He whispered.

"Goodnight Harry." I replied.