the babysitter [larry stylinson] DISCONTINUED

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"No" Harry whined, dragging out the 'o' for a long time. He snuggled closer into his pillow. He tried ignoring the shrieking blares of his alarm, but failed.

Reaching out to his nightstand with his face still on the pillow, Harry lifted his phone and swiped the snooze button with his thumb. He relaxed back into bed and buried himself with the covers.

Minutes passed and just as Harry was about to fall asleep, an obnoxious noise filled the room.

"I remember when we broke up the first time. Saying this is it, I've had enough cause like..."

Harry groaned and threw his sheets off the bed and grabbed his phone to silence the agonizingly bad song. He hated Taylor Swift.

He noticed it was another alarm he had set up. Harry furrowed his eyebrows. He only did that when there was something REALLY important he needed to wake up early for. But what was it...?

"Fuck" Harry cursed with wide eyes. The Tomlinson's. His new job. Arriving at five-thirty in the morning.

A glance at the time and Harry almost flipped. Five twenty-one in the morning. It took him at least half an hour just to get his hair done.

Harry randomly threw his phone on his bed and took out the first article of clothing he saw, sniffing it to see if it smelled clean. He hadn't yet gotten around to doing laundry.

He got dressed in a plain white shirt and a pair of skinny jeans, throwing on his green sweater with the word "Obsession" written on it, sneakers, threw some water on his face to wake himself up, and combed his hair holding it back with a blue bandana all in thirteen minutes.

Glancing at his watch, Harry saw it was five thirty-four and cursed mentally. He was luck he had searched up his destination on Google Maps the previous day. The power of the Internet had many benefits, after all.

The twenty-seven year old did did not know if he had to bring anything so he immediately ran for his car with the keys and his letter and hopped in the driver's seat. Inserting the keys, he twisted them and the car roared to life.

-*-*-*-

Harry didn't even want to know what the time was, he just had to get in the house. Mr. Tomlinson had a few security guards blocking his way, but after explaining himself and showing them the letter, he was let inside.
Right now he was climbing up the steps to the front door, and it reminded him of a Disney princess walking into a party of something.

Poor Harry didn't even get the chance to knock before the doors were opened and behind them stood a tall man dressed in a black suit with black tie. Short brown hair, deep hazel eyes which made Harry think of chocolate. He remembered he didn't even have breakfast and internally groaned.
Before Harry could mumble out a word, the man spoke up. "You're twenty-six minutes late" he said sternly.

'Why you all up in my pussy, boy?' is what Harry wanted to say. "I overslept" is what Harry said. The man tsked and out of nowhere, he pulled out a clipboard.

"Half an hour late" the man mumbled scribbling a few notes on a piece of paper. He stepped back and let Harry step in.

Harry was stunned at the sight. this house was huge. It looked like a freaking palace. White marble staircases on both sides of the room, many doors spread all over, a fancy looking black carpet in front of a fireplace, and some nice furniture scattered around nicely.

"My name is Liam. Mr. Styles, follow me please. It's time to meet the Tomlinson's"

And Harry did. He followed Liam a few feet behind the brunette until they reached a big black door. Liam placed his hand on the knob and turned to Harry with a small smile filled with mischief, as if he knew something was about to happen, and turned the knob opening the door.

Harry was hit in the forehead with something moist and the voices of children were heard.

"CHARGE!"

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Lol I made a Larry fic :)
Nothing major to say, I just want to apologize for the first few chapters being boring. Sorry ? ? ?
-Disconnected