the babysitter.

01.

Louis will be about 20, Harry about 16 ish? X-Factor Harry era :) hope you all enjoy!

"Are you positive you're okay with watching Harry while I'm gone? It's only about two weeks, so-"

"Wait- two weeks?" Louis murmured, stopping at the red light. He was driving himself and his girlfriend home from school, who was annoying him the slightest at this moment. "You told me it was a little over a week."

"Which is basically two weeks, right?" Sierra shrugged and bit on her lower lip as she heard a sigh emit from Louis, "Look, if it's such a big deal I can always ask someone else?"

Louis shook his head as he took off down the street once the light changed, "No, it's fine. I'll do it. I don't even get why you need me to watch your 16 year old brother. Is he really that bad?" Harry didn't seem all that bad, a little annoying here and there but that was about it.

"Yes, believe me. He's so lucky mom and dad are overseas." Sierra laughed a bit and rolled her eyes, stepping out of Louis' truck as it parked in the driveway.

Louis furrowed his brows, thinking what on earth a 16 year old could do in order to need a babysitter? He stood behind Sierra as she searched through her bag for her keys, stopping as she heard the front door click and slowly open.

"Hello Sierra," Harry murmured as his small hands rubbed over his tired eyes. He stood at the doorway in pajama pants, a torn up band tee and a pair of white socks. Louis tilted his head, wondering why the boy had not went to school. Harry blinked sleepily as his gaze flickered from Sierra to Louis, finding himself peeking up a bit at the sight of his sisters boyfriend, "Louis, h-hi."

"Aren't you supposed to be at school?" Sierra stepped into the house and shoved Harry out of her way, huffing to herself as she threw her bag aside and leaned against the wall, stepping on the heels of her shoes to remove them. Louis followed, closing the door quietly behind him as he invited himself to the living room.

"Yeah, but I f-felt kinda sick," Harry squeaked in response as he stumbled back, almost knocking over a glass vase filled with roses sat on a small table by the door. He straightened himself out and glared toward his bickering sister before entering the living room, seeing Louis sat on the couch, removing his shoes.

"Hi, Harry." Louis looked up toward the smaller lad with a soft smile, sinking back into the couch. A small smile crept upon his lips as he watched the boy attempt to fix his unruly curly hair.

"Ah, h-hi there Louis. " Harry gave a shy wave before placing himself in the recliner, watching as he sister entered the living room and planted herself beside Louis.

"Alright, so while I'm gone Louis will be watching over you. It's only for two weeks, but I still don't trust you." Sierra told her younger brother who pouted and whined, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I've d-done nothing!" Harry frowned, shaking his head as he stood up from the recliner. "The reason why m-mum and dad leave you in charge is because you blame all of y-your doings on me!"

Louis shifted in his seat, feeling the tension grow thick in the air. A part of him agreed with Harry, he knew Sierra had thrown wild parties, snuck out, and has drank before. He frowned, not liking the idea that she would blame Harry for her actions.

Sierra was quiet for a moment before spluttering out, "That's such a lie and you know it! Whatever, just don't get in trouble while I'm gone." Sierra stood abruptly and marched up the stairs, fuming.

Harry watched her and flinched as he heard the door slam, sighing out exhaustedly as he fell back into the recliner, mumbling, "I don't k-know how you put up with her."

Louis chuckled and ran a hand through his hair, honestly not knowing the answer, "I guess I'm blinded by love."

Harry rolled his eyes and curled up in his chair, watching Louis bite on his lower lip, tilting his head as he murmured quietly, "You know she's cheated on you, right?"

Louis shook his head, laughing quietly to himself even though he took his words into thought, "Oh hush, you're her brother. Do you really think I'm going to believe you?"

Harry let out an aggravated huff and forced himself out of the chair and stomped up the stairs to his room. The door slammed, Louis laughing a bit to himself that the lad got so fussy over the littlest of things.

Sierra huffed and puffed her way down the stairs with her bags, glaring down at her boyfriend who sat on the couch, "Thanks for the help," Sierra hissed under her breath as he reached the last step. Louis looked up from his phone and sprang up, walking toward her.

"Oh, m'sorry. Let me take these out for you, yeah?" Louis lifted the bags up with ease, pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead and carried the luggage to his car. He opened the trunk and placed the suitcases inside, glancing up for a moment after he was finished.

In the window of the house there was a figure, Louis guessing it was Harry. The drapes were drawn open, and there in the room stood a stark naked lad, combing his hair in a mirror.

Louis gulped, quickly slamming the trunk and going inside to get Sierra.

All the while Harry smirked at himself in the mirror, having caught Louis' reaction in his mirror.

"Two can play at this game, Sierra." 

( AHH THIS IS HELLA BAD IM SORRY )