the babysitter.

02.

By the time Louis returned from the airport it was nearing sundown. The sky was draped with vibrant pinks and oranges, and white clouds dotted the London sky. The air was chilly and it carried the beginning of the winter season.

Louis stepped out of his car, sighing to himself as was finally able to enjoy his Christmas break: somewhat.

Sierra wasn't all that bad. She would be way too clingy, or way too distant. There was never an in between. Louis frowned to himself as he entered the house. They had been dating for a little over a year now, and Louis felt more distant now more than ever.

They met in Physics, Louis was popular and so was she. Sierra was elegant, and so was Louis. Their friends always made side comments about the two, noticing how close they have grown since the beginning of the year. They were just fuck buddies, and shared homework answers. It was never to blossom into something serious at all. But, Sierra brought up the idea of dating and Louis just agreed to it.

And here you are, a year later.

Louis shook his head as he slid out of his leather jacket and hung it on the rack by the door. He kicked off his shoes by the front door and made his way to the kitchen, his eyes widening at the scene.

Dishes were piled high in the sink and the faucet dripped quite loudly. An open container of mashed potatoes sat on the counter, along with a plate and cup. Louis growled, hearing a loud thud upstairs followed by a chorus of laughter.

"Oh no, this little shit isn't getting away with this," Louis grumbled under his breath as he walked up the stairs, his anger growing by the moment. He followed the laughter and opened the wooden door.

"Oh, hey Louis." Harry grinned up at Louis while he was laying on the ground, a few other boys were in his room as well. Louis glared at him then to the boys, then back at Harry. His curls were a wild mess, and the grin never left his lips.

"What in the hell is going on? I didn't say you could have people over," Louis grumbled and somewhat enjoyed the feeling of power he had over Harry. It made him smile to himself.

Harry rolled his eyes as he raised himself up from the floor, running a hand through his curly hair. His Rolling Stones tee was quite wrinkly, and he had on a pair of loose grey sweatpants. He simply walked to the door and grabbed hold of the knob, looking at Louis with a smirk plastered on his lips, "You don't tell me what I can and can't do in my own home, Louis."

The door closed before Louis and an eruption of laughter trickled from behind the door. He growled under his breath and opened the door, his knuckles turning white from how roughly he held the knob.

"All of you, out." Louis said in the most stern voice he could muster. His ears were growing hot from the anger boiling in the pit of his stomach. There was no way he was going to let some sixteen year old sass him.

Harry rolled his eyes once again and quietly told his friends to leave. Louis had his back pressed against the door and watched Harry's friend sulk past him, each one giving Louis a nasty glare. When the last boy was out Louis stepped in and closed the door behind him, watching Harry fall back against his bed and pull his phone out.

"No, I don't think so." Louis muttered as he walked over and removed the cell phone from the boys hands, stuffing it in his back pocket.

Harry sat right up and huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "You're getting all pissy for no reason, all I did was have a few friends over. It isn't like we were going to do anything destructive."

"Who knows with you, Harry. I've heard otherwise." Louis murmured as his blue eyes burned into the younger lads gaze, his jaw tightening. The way Harry talked to him made him furious.

Harry took his lower lip in between his teeth as he watched the fury grow within Louis. His nostrils flared with each sharp inhale and exhale, and his eyebrows twitched the slightest. Harry tilted his head, murmuring, "You're handsome when you're angry."

Harry immediately covered his mouth, not having meant to say anything. He felt his cheeks warm up, quickly looking away from the open mouthed boy beside him.

"Come on Harry, quit it with the jokes or I'll- or I'll spank you." Louis grumbled, not really having any idea how to discipline a teenager when he was one himself. He stood up from the bed and dusted his pants off, tossing the curly haired lad his phone.

Harry fumbled to catch his phone, feeling his cheeks heat up at the comment Louis gave. He sat up and rested back on his elbows, watching Louis open the door.

"Shower and get in bed before eight, we've got school tomorrow." Louis muttered and closed the door before Harry could even breathe a word.

Harry sighed and forced himself out of the bed, gathering his pajamas.

His bedtime wasn't even eight.

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