The Babysitter//h.s au

//2//

The next morning I woke to the sound of my parents suitcases being dragged down the stairs.

With great remorse, I got out of bed at 9am on a Saturday morning, after 5 and a half hours of sleep. Great.

I regretfully stripped out of my comfy pjs and picked out something simple to wear.

I put on grey Hollister sweats and a white v-neck shirt. With an aim to wipe away all traces of the previous night-or morning-I washed my face and put on concealer, powder, eyeliner and mascara. I brushed out my dark brown hair and put on some comfy socks to go downstairs in.

I dragged myself out my room at the beckoning of my mum.

When I got down the stairs I was met by the remorseful eyes of my father and the scowling face of my mother.

"The babysitter is here."

I looked to were my mothers hand gestured and seen the reason these next two months were gonna be tolerable.

"Hi, I'm Harry."