the babysitter [larry stylinson] DISCONTINUED

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Chappie dedicated to @loubrificant bc the comments left made me feel nice :)

Pic of Tommy on the side.
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"Zayn and Michael can't have any sugar after seven in the afternoon or else they'll be almost impossible to tuck in. Ashton is only allowed to have people over after school and the weekends, and they have to leave before ten at night.

Tommy is allergic to strawberries and shellfish. He usually gets cranky and needs his nap around four or five so he needs to be fed before that. He wakes up a few times a night, so watch out for that" Liam laid down a few things and Harry listened intently so he could remember all of it.

"Nina, well, she's hard to warm up to. she can be quite...bitchy at times, but you have to be firm on her so she knows who's boss. don't let her get away with everything.

Over all, Marcel is a good kid. You don't really have to worry about him, but he does have asthma so make sure he has his inhaler with him at all times and a spare one in the medicine drawer. Can you remember all this?" Liam asked warily.

Harry nodded and carefully shifted the sleeping baby into a more comfortable position.

"Great. I have to leave now, but if you have any questions, ask Luke" Liam instructed with a firm nod.

Harry had become more comfortable with the sleping bundle cuddled up to his chest as the squealing children around him ran to the kitchen to eat breakfast.

After Nina slammed the door shut to her room, she slid her back down the door and broke down and began sobbing uncontrollably. She shakily hugged her knees and let out a choked cry. It just hurt so much that her father was still ignoring her.

Back at the kitchen, the kids had managed to settle down at the table eating a variety of different foods brought by the kid's personal chef, Luke. Except for Michael, who was trying to get syrup in Zayn's hair.

"Mikey stop it! Stop being a meanie!" Zayn whined and pushed Michael back so the latter boy's sticky hands were a centimeter away from the older boy's hair.

Harry was still unsure on how to handle the whole situation. Liam left shortly after the kids were sitting down at the table. Zayn was disappointed and Harry had heard him whisper to Liam saying he "doesn't want to stay with the weird new guy". Michael had become a bit more rebellious when Liam had left.

"Mikey, cmon. Leave your brother alone" Harry tried reasoning as he gently tried waking Tommy so he could feed the child.

Michael frowned and sat back down. "You can't call me Mikey. I'm Michael to you. Only special people can call me Mikey and you're not special"

Harry was taken aback slightly. He wasn't used to the negative comment. People loved him.

"Michael, don't be rude" Marcel warned narrowing his eyes at the green-haired boy.

"But Nina said he's here to replace daddy! He's a dum-dum and is going to be mean and he's going to turn us into frogs because he is a as-" Michael was cut off by Ashton, who was embarrassed by his brother's big mouth and unlike most of his siblings, wanted to get along with the new babysitter. He found Harry quite intriguing by his awkward first impression.

"Michael! That's enough! Apologize!" He bellowed standing up from his seat. By now Harry had managed to wake Tommy up and the babies eyes shot up to the loud teenage boy towering beside him.

Harry raised a hand to stop Ashton from saying anything else. "It's fine Ashton. Really, it is" he said. But it really wasn't. His feelings had been hurt by a three-year old.

Michael was surprised that his brother had raised his voice at him but nodded solemnly and slumped back in his chair.

The rest of breakfast was a bit awkward. Ashton excused himself from the table and left to his room. Nina still hadn't come down for breakfast and Harry wondered if she was hungry. Marcel had tried to make conversation throughout the meal but no one really put any effort into it. Finally, he gave up, and the only noises heard were silverware clinking against plates and occasional babbles coming from Tommy.

Breakfast was over, and since it was the weekend, no school was necessary. Marcel and Zayn both wanted to go back to sleep and Harry decided to let them, seeing as it would be easier to take care of them when they are asleep.

That only left the small bundle of joy and the bright-haired child for Harry to take care of.

Michael refused to go back to bed and instead settled on watching Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles on the 60" flat screen TV set in his room. Harry set Tommy onto of a blanket on the floor. The baby whimpered slightly after being put down, but did not cry.

Harry helped Luke clean up the kitchen and the two chatted aimlessly. Harry learned that he would leave around eleven at night to his own house and was expected to be back here at five-thirty. This would only happen for the first beginning week or so in order for Harry to become accustomed to his new working environment. Soon he would most likely move in.

Picking Tommy back up, settling him with one hand on his bum and the other on his back. After being given directions by Luke, Harry made his way to Michael's room.

At first he passed by a room with a few posters on the door and some drawings of flowers and hearts. Nina's room. Harry was about to go in but remembered this house wasn't like his old, ghetto neighborhood where everyone barged in each other's houses. It would be considered rude if he did that here.

So instead, Harry knocked. Shuffling came from the other side.

"What" a female voice called out. She sounded tired and like she had been crying.

Harry bit his lip and decided against asking about it. "You missed breakfast and I thought you would be hungry. There's still some pancakes left over, you can just ask Luke if you want some"

"Whatever" Nina huffed and rolled her eyes. She was still behind the door.

Harry sighed before making his way to Michael's room. He didn't knock this time, seeing as Michael was only a child. Harry switched Tommy to his other arm and stared in awe at the room.

Walls were painted a navy blue color, a bunk bed was placed in a corner with king-sized mattresses on each bunk. The comforters were spiderman.

A huge TV was set on one wall with various gaming consoles hooked up to it and many games stacked on one side. Random toys and articles of clothing were scattered everywhere and Harry almost stepped on a blue Nintendo 3DS.

Michael looked up at Harry before turning back to the TV.

"I sorry"

Although Michael mumbled it very lowly, Harry still heard it and it made him feel a little better. Just a little.

"It's fine Michael. Look, I know we got off on the wrong foot so I want us to start over. Hello, I'm Harry Styles" he said getting straight to the point and extended his right arm which wasn't carrying Tommy.

Michael was skeptical at first but slowly extended his hand and shook Harry's. "Michael" he muttered.

"So, Michael. How about a game of FIFA?"