the babysitter [larry stylinson] DISCONTINUED

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Harry Styles was the kind of guy everyone either wanted to be, or wanted to be with.

His grades were good, he had many friends, he was likable, talented, and not to mention extremely good looking.

But all of that changed one night because of a stupid bet.

Now Harry is unemployed, living alone in a crappy apartment in the poor side of the city, and on the brink of depression.

~*~*~

Harry's ears perked up at the sound of the mail truck stopping at his house. He stood up from his spot on the couch, grabbing a coat to shield himself from the snow, as well as to hide his pajamas he hadn't even bothered changing out of.
Although it was 4 o'clock in the afternoon, Harry could have confused the time for 10 at night. It was snowing lightly, the white fluffy snowflakes settled on the ground covering it like a blanket.

Harry opened the front door and ran to the mailbox. Toby, the mailman, tipped his hat at him and drove off. Harry opened his mailbox and found the usual: ads, bills, and more bills.

But one envelope caught his attention. He had applied for a job at some rich household since he needed money. The return address was familiar, Tomlinson residence. Harry's name was written in fancy cursive letters.
Hastily, he tore it open and skimmed through it stopping at one point.

'"Thank you Mr.Styles for your application, you have been accepted to work at the Tomlinson household. We hope you know how to change a diaper" '

Wait...what?