Smut / lemons

Harry Styles

I walked up the gravel path of the neighbours' house, taking in the appearance of their front garden while walking to the red front door. My finger punched in the doorbell, which rang immediately the second pressure was applied. Madison, the mother of the kid I had to , opened with a smile. She seemed in a hurry.

"[Y/N]! I'm so glad you're here. The appointment is brought forward, so I'm already running out of time. Oliver is playing with his blocks in the living room while watching some Nickelodeon. I hope he won't be a burden." She said and scanned her face in the mirror real quick before shaking her hair into volume. Oliver, her son of 6, is a small boy I regularly babysit because she has a busy job. I never met the father of the child, so I assumed that they broke up. What I did know was that she had a second son, Harry, but he's much older and a kind of troublemaker in the neighbourhood.

"He won't, I'm sure." I smiled politely and hung my coat on the coat rack. Madison smiled grabbed her own coat and headed to the door.

"Thank you for babysitting tonight, [Y/N]. I'll be home around twelve and will pay you as soon as I'm home." She breathed, now noticeably becoming nervous. I waved it off.

"No worries. See you later." I said and she gave me one thankful nod before rushing out of the door. Silently, I strolled over to the living room, where I found Oliver on the ground, building small buildings with his blocks. He smiled when he noticed me.

"[Y/N]!" He squealed, got up and hugged my leg tightly while smiling, knowing that he'd go to bed a little later than normally, because that was something we always did behind his mother's back. And he knows he gets a cookie and will games with me all night. Kids don't forget that easily.

"Hi, buddy! Were you enjoying yourself there?" I asked and pressed a kiss on his forehead while he nodded with a smile, pointing at the blocks he placed on top of each other. When I put him back down and released him, he ran back to where he sat before and continued playing. Smiling, I followed and sat down on my knees.

"So...what are you building, then?" I asked him as he placed all kinds of multicoloured, plastic blocks on top of others. It looked like nothing but a little imagination did the trick.

"A castle." He smiled and I grinned. Oliver happily continued all around.

"Can I help?" I questioned, and his green-blue eyes found mine, sparkling when they did so. He nodded his head but stayed silent to my surprise. Silently, with the TV on the background, we continued building something that didn't look anything like a castle. Not even near. But none of us cared, honestly.

After at least half an hour later, when the sky had turned dusk because the sun was setting, the front door opened. For a moment I thought it was Madison because maybe she had forgotten something or the appointment got cancelled, but a male walking in proved me otherwise.

He slammed the door shut and sighed, throwing his backpack in the corner of the hallway, where it slumped against the wall and then fell down. If he did that often, I was almost sure that the books, or at least that was what I thought it contained, would give in and break.

After he kicked off his shoes, he walked into the living room with his hand ruffling through his hair. He seemed frustrated and I guessed that was because of a rough school day. When his green eyes fell on mine they grew in surprise. He probably didn't expect me here.

"Hi." I smiled, and looked him up and down, happy to see him. For so long, I didn't even how long, I've been crushing on this boy, but I never really came out to him to tell him how I feel. Even though I'm brave (most of the times), I didn't dare to tell him.

"Hey," He scanned his eyes as well and kept a too long stare on me before grinning and walking to the kitchen, leaving me speechless with his little brother. Swallowing, I returned to play with Oliver, who let out an angry wail because his tower fell over. He started to build up again.