The Nanny (Harry Styles)

Chapter 22

I haven't had the chance to speak with all the girls Harry has ever kissed, but unless he was having a severe off day, I imagine our thought processes were similar.

Because holy shit was he a good kisser.

One hand stayed on my hip while he used the other to pull me close, his arm wrapping around my waist. I wasn't sure where to put my hands, because truthfully, I wanted them everywhere.

I settled on moving them up his chest to rest at the back of his neck, tugging lightly at his hair. I pulled away to breathe for a moment and I think the whine of protest he made surprised us both.

I couldn't help it, I snickered.

He frowned at me, shaking his head before grinning for a moment and his lips were back on mine, this time pulling me impossibly close. He moved his lips away from my mouth, pressing kisses all over my face, making me erupt into giggles. We were both still breathing heavily, and just sort of staring at each other.

"I normally don't kiss on the first date." I offered. He laughed, lacing our fingers together as they hung at our sides.

"I normally don't have dates living across the hall, so." He replied, giving my hands a squeeze.

"We're a mess." I sang as he started to swing our hands back and forth.

"True. But messes are fun." He said, his hands letting mine go and coming up to my cheeks to guide my lips back to his.

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I was looking at Harry, who was sort of staring into space.

"I mean we had a good few days, so I suppose we should've expected this." Harry said, stirring his tea.

I shrugged, nodding.

Noelle was having what could be called a nuclear freak out.

She was in the living room, rummaging through her DVDs like it was going out of style. And by rummaging I mean she had taken the bin where they're kept and has taken it upon herself to toss whatever DVD she decides she doesn't want to watch over her shoulder.

Noelle was a good kid, no doubt about it. But even in her young state she had a tendency to shove off temper tantrums over little things until it got too much for her pretty little head and flipped out, which is what she was currently doing.

She had decided that today was a day she was not going to wear pants, rather just in her underwear and a tiny nirvana t-shirt.

"Noelle, you're going to have to clean those up when you're done." Harry said, walking around me to head into the living room to plant himself on the couch.

"No, Laney will. It's her job." Noelle said, a scoff following. I frowned from where I was stirring some water into her oatmeal.

I stayed silent, figuring Harry would reprimand her.

"You know that it is not Laney's job to clean up your messes, young lady. You'll put them back." Harry said, as I grabbed a paper towel, placing it underneath the small plastic bowl and walking it to the living room.

"Noelle, breakfast." I said, holding it towards her. She studied me for a minute before a frown appeared on her face, and she burst into tears. I widened my eyes, frowning for a moment before setting the food on the coffee table, reaching down to pick her up, her hooking her legs around my waist easily. I looked to Harry, who looked confused and pained, and he stood up to get into Noelle's eyesight.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Harry asked quietly, a large hand coming up to smooth her hair. She jerked away quickly, hiding into my neck.

"I want Laney." She said, muffled by my skin. her tears were making my collarbone wet. I looked helplessly at Harry, who shook his head, understanding and leaving the room. I held onto her as I sat down on the couch, pulling her onto my lap, getting her wild curls out of her face as she sniffed, swiping a hand under her nose.