Babysitter

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by fantasticstyless

by fantasticstyless

The one where your dad is a criminal and you are the prized possession and he hires a babysitter, at least that is what you are calling your bodyguard, for you.

Flashback

"We can't let this happen again Izzy, you are my only child. I can't lose you too" I sigh and roll my eyes. " But a babysitter dad? Really?" I whined. "It's not a babysitter Iz, it's a bodyguard and I hope you will respect my decision." My dad said. "Fine, but I'm not making it easy for him." My dad chuckled. "Wasn't expecting you to do that." He got up and planted a kiss on my forehead on told me he loves me.

Present

So yeah, I'm getting a babysitter. And I hate it. I get that my dad wants to have me save but I'm old enough to take care of myself. Anyway, the reason my dad wants me to have a bodyguard is that he is a criminal. Everyone wants him and since I am so important to him they chase after me. I once got kidnapped and had some bad injuries, so bad I couldn't walk for weeks.

"Izzy, he's here. Come downstairs please." My dad yells. I sigh and change into some more appropriate clothes. I'm still in my pj's so it's not entirely acceptable for me to make a first impression like that. "I'm coming dad." I yell back. I make my way to the dining room but with a quick detour through the kitchen. I grab a biscuit and walk to the room. When I walk in I see 3 men. My dad and probably one of the men is my bodyguard. "Izzy, these are Harry Styles and Freddy Carter." He says while pointing at the men. "Freddy will be your bodyguard when Harry has his days off or if he's injured." He says. I nod taking the men in. "Harry, Freddy, this is my daughter Isabella. She is the only one I have left and if she gets injured badly I will kill you." He threatens. I crack a tiny smile and shake my head.

"Please don't call me Isabella. I hate that name. Please call me Izzy." I say to the gentlemen in front of me. As I want to walk away a voice stops me. "Isabella, I want to talk to you please." He says. I look around and see that Harry just spoke to me. A smirk is visible on his face knowing he just annoyed me by calling me Isabella. Forgot to mention his accent is British. Damn what a voice. "I will talk to you but only after I grab myself a normal breakfast, some coffee, and a blanket." I reply. The smug grin on his face is replaced by a semi-hard glare. "Please meet me here again in 10 minutes Bella." He kind of orders. I swoon over my nickname and just give him a small smile back.

I grab myself some normal breakfast, meanwhile, I make my coffee and grab a blanket. I go back to the dining room in 5 minutes which means I have 5 minutes to spare. I hum a song and without thinking too much I start singing along. "That's a nice voice you have there Bella." Harry says. My cheeks redden and I look at the ground. A small chuckle leaves his mouth at my embarrassing state. "Stop!" I whine.

"Bella, just to say it. You are in danger." He says. I shrug my shoulders. I have always been in danger since my mother passed away and my dad started doing drugs. "Isabella, please don't shrug your shoulders. I know you have always been in danger but your dad arranged a drug deal here. And these people really want you as their possession." When he told me that I got shocked. "Please tell me you are joking." I reply. I don't feel safe in my own home at this moment. "I wish I was joking Bells, but unf-" his sentence is cut off when we hear a gunshot.

"Bella, please get down!" Harry yells. But I can't. I'm frozen and in shock. More gunshots are heard and now I can hear yelling noises too. "Izzy, Bella, Isabelle, please love, get down for me. I need you to be safe." Harry says in my ear. Harry snuck behind me and whispered more words in my ear. I lean back a little in his arms and let out a sigh. I feel less shocked and start to get down. "Thank you Bells. Let's get you safe now okay?" He asks and I give him a simple nod. "Can you keep talking to me please?" I ask him in a tiny voice. I always calm down when someone is talking to me.

"Bella, when your dad asked me if I could protect you I said no. Only because I can't be a harsh person. Then he showed me how you want to be treated. You treat people, even if you don't like them, with so much kindness. I, right then and there, knew I could treat you the same you treat all the others. You are such an amazing woman and you will make everyone happy." He said to me. I laugh and just roll my eyes. "We're here by the way." He comments. But I still didn't feel safe. Gunshots were still heard. Yells were still heard and I just started to cry. After a while of letting me cry Harry started comforting me.

He is such a sweet bodyguard and I already can't go without him. He is the nicest person to be around and I felt myself getting kinder and kinder at people if that is even possible. I sometimes see my dad look at us and I see that he gives himself a small smile. He did good and during the months Harry has protected, I have never once been hurt.

A/N: My story got deleted just when I wanted to do some finishing touches on my phone and it all just disappeared. I'm not so proud of this one because I already finished it with another outcome. Anyway, hope you enjoy reading my story

Lots of love,