The Babysitter//h.s au

//4//

I've never been stared at more intensely than I was by Harry while we sat at the kitchen counter.
I wish he would say something just to break the ice goddamnit.
I looked up and he was still staring.
Who does he think he is? Kanye West?
I cleared my throat,"Um, since we're gonna be like living together, I just wanna set some rules. Don't come into my room. Don't wake me up before 10. It's summer vacation and I don't want to wake up-like all summer. Don't try and make me eat healthy-I'll cry. And don't treat me like a kid, you're like 3 or 4 years older than me."
He just raised his eyebrow.
Shit.
He leaned in closer, so close I could smell the mint on his breath. Jesus.
"My turn for some rules sweetie. I'll go wherever I want because regardless of what I do, I get paid. If you don't like what we're eating, then tough shit, you can starve. And lastly, with tits like those? I'm not gonna treat you like a kid. In fact, I could even make this worth both of our time."
He smirked.
Pig.
I gasped as he got up planted a firm kiss on my cheek and slapped my ass.
How dare he!
Living with Harry is gonna be a hell of a lot harder than I thought.