The Nanny (Harry Styles)

Chapter 13

Finding me in mens clothing, especially for resident hipster Harry Styles, was easier than I thought.

I wasn't going to cheat him out of his classic black jeans, so I had a pair in my hands, but I made sure there wasn't a whisper of a rip on them. I grabbed a dark red shirt, making sure the neck cut was deep enough to see his tattoos.

Yeah, I liked the sparrows. Sue me.

I realized I was still dressed in the outfit when some man looking at ugly sweaters whistled at me. I blushed like mad, moving around him to grab a big black cardigan, beelining back towards the shoes.

As much as I hated the boots he wore, I spotted a plain black pair with a dark maroon stripe going around the shoe near the bottom. They matched the outfit, so I quickly guessed his size, grabbing a pair. I made sure to grab a pair of black socks as well before I headed to the mens accessories area.

I wouldn't be caught dead buying him another beanie. I had washed four when I last did the laundry. A display of peuter chains caught my eye and I walked over to them, trying to see what they were. They all had a small circle hanging from them, and I picked it up, seeing a 'V' inscripted on the one in my hand. I rifled through a few of them before seeing an 'H', but then got a better idea, searching for the other letter I had in mind. I found it after a few tries, grabbing it and stacking it on top of what I already had piled up in my hands. I could see the top of Harry's head as I walked back towards them, and it looked like he was deep in conversation with his three year old. When I walked up Noelle was crossing her arms, glaring up at Harry.

"Whoa Missy, why are you pouting?" I asked, handing the stack of stuff off to Harry as he shoved my clothes back into my hands.

"It's past nap time." Harry said, glancing down at the clothes I handed him.

"Hey, Bug! It's your dad's turn. Are you ready?" I asked, setting my clothes at my feet, deciding to change after Harry tried his stuff on, and lifting Noelle up.

"Only if he lets me get soda." Noelle said, placing her head on my shoulder.

"You know the drill. Soda once a week. And I believe you had some when Uncle Zayn was eating his food last night, didn't you?" I asked, biting back a sigh as her eyes bean to water.

I knew when Noelle was genuinely upset about something. Her little face got red and blotchy and she wouldn't look at you. Noelle's fake cry was what was currently happening, looking dead at me and making her chin quiver.

"She can have some. Sprite. That's it Elle, got it?" Harry said from beside me, and I looked at him narrowing my eyes.

Weak.

Noelle wiped at her fake tears, smiling brightly. Harry returned it, heading into the changing area.

"Your dad may be fooled, but I'm not. You're getting soda, and something healthy at lunch, comprende?" Noelle furrowed her eyebrows, pursing her lips.

"Fine." She said, knowing it was pointless to argue with me about it.

"Laney how tall do you think I am, these shoes are huge." Harry said, and I glanced down at his sock clad feet, the box of shoes beside him.

"Well, I just figured." I said as Noelle grabbed the small vile of glitter and shook it a few times. Harry poked his head out of the dressing room for a moment, clad in just the jeans I had pick him out and gave me a sideways smirk.

I furrowed my eyebrows for a moment before realizing what he was insinuating.

"You're a child." I said, fighting back an amused smile.