the babysitters - h.s

my first time

Zayn wasn't married, wasn't afraid to get attached to someone he had just met, and was willing to pay me. He was everything Harry wasn't.

I had only watched his two boys for an hour and a half because he got off work earlier than expected but Harry ended up coming with him.

His sons, Ryan and Zeke, went to their bedrooms while Zayn and Harry talked in the kitchen. I was just awkwardly waiting by the front door so that I can get my money and leave before Harry even attempt to talk to me.

But of course, he's walking over to me. "Here's your money." He extends his hand out and I take the fifty dollars.

"Where's Zayn?" I ask suspiciously.

"He went to the restroom, told me to hand you the money but to wait for him." He raises an eyebrow. "Has he tried coming on to you?"

"Jesus, Harry." I roll my eyes. "You're so worried about me, you have a whole wife at home."

"You can tell me if he has. I don't care if he's my friend. I'll beat the hell out of him."

"You touched me." I shrug. "Why can't he?"

"Because you're mine. I can't get you out of my head, the kids can't stop talking about you, I miss the way you taste...." he took slow strides and I took huge steps back until my back touched the door.

"I miss you." He leaned in, making his lips so close to mine but I turn my head making his soft, firm lips land against my cheek.

I felt like I was holding my breath, I felt frozen.

"Go fuck yourself." I whispered as my hand clutched his expensive silk shirt. "You have Maggie now."

"She's nothing like you and she's just my babysitter." He breathed. "Come back to me. I won't try anything, I swear. You know Zayn kids are a living hell." He laughed and I could feel it vibrate through his chest. I laughed with him because it was true, his kids were a lot more harder to take of than Harry's.

"I can't. I work for Zayn now and that's final."

He let out an exaggerated long sigh and he looked down at his feet. "I can make you come back to me. Just watch you'll—"

"Harry?" Zayn called from the living room I'm guessing.

"Better go see what he wants."

"He can wait. Go to my car." He's so demanding it's honestly really sexy and I want to do everything he wants me to, but I can't. I won't allow myself to do that. He's so confusing and I can't get caught up in all of that. I'm saving up for my future and that's more important than falling for some guy who's married with kids.

"Stop it." I whisper. "No means no."

He looks at me this time, really looks at me. His face shows defeat and sadness and he just cautiously shakes his head up and down. Zayn is now standing behind him and I stand up straight. "Zayn."

Harry turns his body around and hold his hand up, pointing his pointer finger behind him, straight at me. "Fire her."

Zayn looks amused now and slides his hands in his pockets. "Jealous, huh?"

"Damn. Straight." Harry practically says through his teeth."She has plenty of friends that can babysit for you, don't do this."

"I didn't do anything." He smirks. "Apparently you did since she quit working for you."

Zayn's right and Harry knew it too so he didn't say a word. Instead he heads to the door brushing up against me lightly and before I knew it he's out the door.