The Nanny (Harry Styles)

Chapter 18

Holy crap why did I leave my phone.

Probably the stupidest thing I could've done because now I was in this situation.

I nodded again at whatever Will said, smiling tightly towards him as the waiter dropped down my salad and his burger. I just wanted out of here. And without my phone I couldn't pull the there's an emergency stunt. I was bored beyond my wits.

I focused back in on him as he began talking about his job.

"It was actually a picture of Liam's kids that got me my big-"

I held up my hand. "You're a pap?"

He cleared his throat, "I prefer to think of myself as a photojournalist." He said with a smirk.

"i prefer to think that you impose on people's lives." I said taking a small sip of my water.

He ignored me, shrugging. "Once you see how fun it is, watching them squirm you'll probably be telling me-"

I snorted, "I won't be telling you anything. I also think your job is scum." I said simply, taking a bite of my food.

"And those people aren't? Celebrities get away with murder."

"They're exactly like you and me. And if anyone gets away with murder it's people like you for having no consequences from endangering them."

"That Styles guy probably only pays you to keep quiet on all the shit he does." He says, tapping a pack of cigarettes on the table.

I clenched my jaw. "I think we're done here."

* * *

I thought that fate may have been kind and allow me to get to the house within an hour, but London traffic was impossible. So I was at a stand still.

Which left me alone with my thoughts, the radio playing nothing good.

And my thoughts took me to Harry.

I had been shoving him out of my thoughts, but today, especially after what I had heard before I left, he was creeping back.

All I wanted right now was to be sitting next to him on the couch as we both half kept an eye on Noelle, and half looked for editing mistakes in whatever show or movie we were watching. Or I wanted him to come up from working out to grab a piece of whatever I was cooking, either make a face and help me, or give me a thumbs up behind his head as he headed back downstairs. Or whine my name out when I accidently toss away his unfinished water bottle. (it's happened twice now)

The thought that the only person I cared to be around right now was him, was rattling. But I wasn't even going to dwell on thinking about anything happening between us. I was his employee. It was wrong of me to even think about him like this at all.

From here on out, I was going to rule my brain with an iron fist. No more thinking about Harry in any sort of romantic way. I flicked the radio on, distracting myself the rest of the way back.

* * *

How I thought I could act normally in front of Harry after realizing I was developing feelings for him, was stupid of me.

Even he knew something was up.

"Laney. You have to take the bacon, like, out of the package." He said from his spot on the island, his coffee in his hand, glancing up from his phone, looking at me.

I furrowed my eyebrows from where I was leaning against the island, realizing I had left the bacon in its package, and haven't even turned on the oven.