THE BABYSITTER

Chapter 03

Interview

Hazel

Sunday

"Hey Morgan! What should I wear for the interview?" I asked her as she would always help me out with getting ready for different occasions. She had a very good sense of dressing and I always asked her to help me out.

"Oh you should totally wear that black dungaree with plain white shirt." She pulled out the dungaree from my closet.

"Whaaat? A dungaree? To an interview?" I asked in disbelief.

"Dude, firstly, I don't know why the hell is he calling you for an interview. I mean it's just babysitting? Second, if you are going for babysitting you might as well present yourself as interesting, like wear something that doesn't look like boring adult clothes. Something like T-shirts, jeans, shorts, denim, cute tops etc." 

"Yeah, you are right." I agreed. She was right.

"And when is Morgan not right ?" She said while holding the dungaree in her hands. Laughing, I grabbed the dungaree from her and then went into the bathroom to change.

I came out and checked myself up in the mirror. It looked good. Then I applied some makeup. Just a little bit. Not too extra. 

I pulled out my black high heels and slid them on. Then I grabbed my purse and went downstairs ( It was a double storey apartment). Morgan had offered to drop me and she was already waiting outside in her car. 

"How do I look?" I asked while getting in the car.

"Just like a typical babysitter." She laughed "I mean, yeah, you look great no matter what you wear, I mean, You're really pretty." 

I was shook. 

"Oh my, Thank you Morgan. Usually, you are always roasting the hell out of me and today you are actually complimenting me? I feel honoured." I gave a little bow.

"Shut up. " She said and started driving.

Fortunately, the house wasn't far away. It was a 20 minutes drive and I arrived right on time. Morgan dropped me off and then went back to the apartment.

The house was beautiful. It was a double-storey building with a lawn in front. There was a stone walk way which led to the door of the house. While walking on the stone path I looked around. There were so many types of flowers in the lawn and it looked beautiful. The door was wooden and the walls were of brick. I pressed the bell button and it made a tweeting sound.

I was nervous and as the door opened my heart skipped a beat. Standing in front of me was a 6'0 feet tall man. His emerald green eyes were looking right into my own. He had curly brown hair and a few curls laid on his right cheek. He was wearing a plain white T-shirt and black skinny jeans. He looked like somewhere between 20 and 22.

"H-hi, my name's H-Hazel." Shit I was stuttering.

"Hi, Hazel. I'm Harry Styles. We were expecting you. Please do come in." He said and smiled. His voice was deep and heavily accented. 

Harry

I told Darcy that I was going to hire someone to look after her while I was at work.

"But daddy, why can't Grandma Anne and Aunt Gemma look after me? Did I do something wrong?" She asked innocently with a pouty face.

"Oh no, my princess. You didn't do anything. It's just that Grandma Anne and Aunt Gemma are always busy and they can't look after you properly. Besides, you get bored with them. So, I'm hiring someone who won't let you get bored."