The Nanny (Harry Styles)

Chapter 23

Noelle seemed shocked that I would even think of getting extremely ill four days before her birthday.

Currently, I am trying to keep up the saltine crackers and water I had her bring me, and pray that Harry gets back from grocery shopping soon before I crumble and die. Meanwhile she is a few feet in front of me, looking at me warily.

I called Harry out on it, but truthfully I was as dramatic as they come when being sick.

"What's wrong with you?" Noelle asked, swaying back and forth in front of me. I grasped her wrists to stop her from making my entire bedroom sway. I felt bad that she was still in her pajamas and it was nearly noon, But I hadn't gotten up until ten and Harry had already left on errands and she didn't seem too concerned about it, so I wasn't going to worry either.

"I think I have a stomach bug, love. Which means you should not be around me so you don't get sick. So why don't you go put on a movie downstairs and wait for Daddy to get home to eat, okay?" She nodded, moving to go out of the room. But stopped herself, turning back to me.

"Isn't Lou coming over for my hair?" I rubbed my head, completely forgetting. I sighed.

"Yeah she is at about two. Daddy should be back by then, though. So I'm going to sleep for another hour maybe and then I'll be down there with you okay? You gonna be okay downstairs? And you know you do not open the door under any circumstances, yes? I don't care if they say they're Uncle Zayn, or even your Mum." I tried to told her sternly, but then I realized she was three and would do anything her heart desired so I sat up, clutching my pillow with me. "You know what, I'll just lay on the couch."

Noelle shrugged, "Whatever."

I took all my energy to roll my eyes, following her out of my room.

***

Harry was teasing me. I was leaning against the counter opposite his stupid smirking face. He had just finished working out, a thin layer of sheen covering his body.

"As usual, you're too far away." He mumbled out, reaching out his right hand towards me. I rolled my eyes but accepted it, letting him pull me into his chest. His hands moved the material of my shirt out of the way, resting his large hands on my hips bones.

"Don't say this one as often, buy you're also wearing too many pieces of clothing." He muttered into my ear as I flushed, meeting his eyes for a moment before pulling his mouth to mine.

His mouth was hot against mine, working perfectly in sync when Noelle started shouting my name.

"Laney!" My eyes flew open, Noelle hovering over me. I blushed furiously, praying to god that I hadn't made any appreciative noises in my sleep.

Stupid hot Harry making me have stupid dreams.

"Elle, Jesus you didn't have to scare her half to death." Harry was behind Noelle, frowning down towards her. I noticed it was fairly dark in the room, and I squinted into the kitchen, catching the time on the oven. I shot up quickly.

"You let me sleep all day!? It's 8 'clock!" I realized sitting up that fast with how nauseous I'd been was not the best idea, setting my hands on my temples.

"Whoa, chill out," Harry said, stepping forward and gently shoving me back towards the couch. "You were in a medicated coma or something. You would get up to, you know, puke,"

It was then I noticed the garbage bin next to the couch. Thankfully it was empty, otherwise I would've been emptying my stomach again.

Harry continued, "And then you'd mumble something to Noelle and go back to sleep."