the babysitter [larry stylinson] DISCONTINUED

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The next thing Harry felt was weight being thrown onto himself, knocking him to the ground, and small thumps of pressure applying themselves on his legs, stomach, and face.

Harry groaned when a small boy with jet black hair straddled his waist and began used his small fists to thump his chest like King Kong and let out a war cry. The small boy then pulled out a wooden sword from his back and resorted himself to hit Harry's chest repeatedly.

"Ow...stop, GAH! Please stop it" Harry yelped as the end wooden sword poked his ribs. It took all his willpower to stop himself from letting out a string of colorful words to add to the small boy's vocabulary.

Suddenly the pain stopped. The black-haired boy had been lifted up from Harry's chest. Liam hovered over them with the boy in his arms who still held the powerful weapon that was sure to have left bruises on Harry's skin.

"Now, now Zayn. Show Harry some manners and behave" Liam ordered with a hard look. The small boy huffed but nodded.

There was still something causing Harry pain on his legs. He looked down only to see another small boy punching Harry's long legs. What caught his attention though, was the boy's bright green hair that was messily arranged. He had a straw in his hand.

Liam smiled softly before settling Zayn on his left arm and picking up the other boy by the bum with his right arm. "You too, Michael. What on earth are you boys doing?"

The boy with green hair, who Harry now knew as Michael, had an eyepatch over his right eye. He looked up at Liam with an innocent face and a small smile.

"Me and Zayn play pirates!" He explained while giggling and clapping his small hands.

A guy who looked about sixteen with thick framed glasses stepped next to Harry and extended his arm. Harry glad fully took it and stood up. He sent the younger boy a thankful smile which the other returned.

"I'm Marcel. You have something on your face" the boy mumbled shyly, pushing his glazes up the bridge of his nose and walking off. Harry reached up to his forehead and felt something moist that had hit him. He took it off and examined it between his fingers. A spitball. Harry grimaced.

Liam set both boys down and they ran off to jump on the couch where a boy with curly brown hair and lots of tattoos, Marcel, and a girl with straight brown hair with blue tips were seated, and the boy with curly hair holding a baby.

Harry heard Liam clear his throat before he spoke up. "Shall we start this?"

Harry nodded but was still not exactly sure what 'this' was. Shoving the spitball into his sweater pocket, he and Liam walked over to a couch opposite of the one everyone was currently at and took a seat.

Zayn was running around it in circles yelling "MY ANACONDA DON'T", Michael was hanging upside-down from the edge of the couch giggling at Zayn, Marcel was sitting and politely waiting for the boys to settle down, the girl was typing furiously on her phone ignoring everybody, and the guy was playing with the baby to keep him occupied.

Harry took in the sight in front of him and his stomach clenched. Was he going to have to work in the same house as these kids?

"Calm them down" Liam said. Harry looked at him as if he had a third eye. Liam smiled and nodded over to everyone as if saying 'Just do it'. Harry took a deep breath and tried.

"Erm, boys. Calm down please. Zayn, uh...Michael, settle down" Harry said trying to calm the two hyperactive boys down but failing miserably. They both continued with their antics.
Liam smirked at Harry's glum face and turned to the kids.

"WHOEVER ISN'T QUIET AND SITTING DOWN ON THEIR LITTLE BUMS WHEN I COUNT TO FIVE WILL NOT GET ICE CREAM AFTER DINNER. ONE. TWO. MICHAEL THAT GOES FOR PIZZA AS WELL. THREE. FOUR. FIVE!"

The two small boys couldn't have sat down any faster. Harry looked at Liam with a dumbfounded expression as Liam sat there with a cocky grin staring at the girl.

"Nina, off the phone. Now" he said a bit softer, but with the same amount of authority.

Nina simply rolled her eyes and continued typing away at the screen. "Why should I? It's not like I would eat the ice cream you would give me anyways"

Liam raised an eyebrow and gave her a challenging look.

"You might want to watch that mouth of yours, especially when you're talking to the person that goes and pays your phone bill" Liam countered.
Nina knotted her eyebrows together and put her phone on her lap, glaring at Liam.

"Ashton, quiet Tommy down so we can start this. I don't think your father will be able to make it"

The punk boy nodded and set the baby, who was making random noises, down on his knee and bounced it up and down softly to quiet the child.
Everyone turned to look at Harry and he shifted uncomfortably.

"Harry, we have a couple of things to discuss before you start working here"

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thERES THIS CUTE LITTLE BOY AT THE PARTY IM AT WHOS BASICALLY THE THREE YEAR OLD VERSION OF ZAYN AND HE KEEPS HUGGING MY KNEES FRIM BEHIND TO HIDE FROM HIS FRIENDS IM DYING

omf guys we leaked four, we leaked the fucking album a week before it's supposed to come out I'm so proud of this fandom rn 😝