I'm Just The Nanny (Harry Styles)

Home visits

The bell rung at around 11 in the morning. I had only gotten up out of bed. The weight of Harry's words were still weighing on my shoulders. I had at least had some time for myself because my parents had to leave town for some distant cousin's funeral. I hopped off my seat on the couch and muted the cartoons I was watching. Yea, maybe Harry had a point about the immature thing. I went to the door and opened it without thinking. Harry stood in front of me, dressed in a full suit, roses in hand. I shut the door as fast as i could and leaned against the door, breathing heavily. What the fuck was he doing here?

"Sam! Come on! open the door." He shouted through the window. "just hear me out love. Please." 

I turned around and opened the door. "10 minutes." I said. He stepped inside of my crappy little house that matched my crappy little car. 

"Thank you. You have a lovely home." He lied through his teeth.

"As if. Skip the pleasantries, Dr. Styles. I know my home is a shit box and you're not used to that." I said, walking to the kitchen which looked out to the sitting room. I poured myself some cereal and then brought down two mugs for tea. Harry was still standing awkwardly next to the door. "How do you take your tea?" 

"I em- milk and two sugars please." I got them ready and brought everything to the couch. I sat down,turned the TV off mute, and began to eat my breakfast. After a few spoonfuls, I realized Harry still hadn't moved from the front door. 

"Well sit down!" I said agitated. It only took Harry three strides with his long legs to get to me. He picked up his mug and sat down next to me. I continued to eat my cereal, watching spongebob. After a bit, Harry picked up the remote and turned the TV off. 

"Hey! I was fucking watching that!" I said, my mouth full of cherrios. 

"Well now we're going to talk." He said. He took my bowl from me. 

"I was eating that!" I said, a bit weaker than before. 

"Sam shut the fuck up and listen to me." His voice startled me. I had never heard him talk to anyone that sternly other than his wife. "What I said to my wife, none of it was true." He said. I looked down at my socks. "Look at me Sam." I looked up at him. "You are not just ok. You're truly amazing. I love the way you dress. And the thing about you being immature?" He paused. "That was fucking spot on because you are a child." My heart dropped at that word. Child. I looked away so he wouldn't see the pain in my eyes, but he turned my face back towards him. 

"You are a child with whom I have fallen madly in love with. Truly Sam. I have fallen truly madly deeply in love with you." I looked at him. I didn't say anything. I just studied his face.

 "And I know that I'm a lot older than you. And I know it's wrong Sam, I know. But don't tell me you didn't feel it like I did that night. When were together there's something special. You make me feel something I haven't felt in so long Sam. I know it sounds stupid but Sam I'm being honest. From the day you walked into my house, when I first saw you. You were so beautiful and those jeans Sam, those jeans that you wore had me feeling so bothered. And I spoke to you and not only were you beautiful but you had a head on your shoulders. You were smart. You were stubborn. And then when I saw the way you were with my kids I lost it. You're better with them then their own fucking mother. They want you more then they want her and I swear losing you was almost as hard on them as it was on you. And I never intended on touching you the way I did I swear to you that, I hired you because you were good with the kids. But when Darcy and Jake made me give you a goodnight kiss the way I gave them one, I couldn't stop myself, Sam." He was breathing heavily now, finally breaking his gaze. His hands tugging at his curls. I suddenly remembered something.

"Harry." I said, but he kept his eyes locked at the floor. "Harry." I said, louder. He looked up at me. I put my hand on his cheek and led him in gingerly. His lips cautiously crashed into mine. Our lips meshed together like they had been doing it for all eternity. Harry sighed. and pulled me in. He broke our kiss and held me in his arms. My head was buried in his suit collar. He smelled like one of those ads in the magazine. "Happy birthday, Harry. I love you." I could feel his chuckle rattle through his body. 

"Thank god. Thank god. I have you. I have you sam. I'm not letting go." he sniffled. The grown man was crying. My boss was crying. Harry was crying. I was crying.

 "I'm fucking 40." He whined in my ear. I giggled.