The Babysitter//h.s au

//6//

I was hardly able to sleep, suffering from the sheer embarrassment of thinking Harry actually wanted to kiss me.

God I'm stupid.

When I did eventually slip into a sleep, it was quickly disturbed by the sound of my name being called along with a few other...disturbing sounds.

I got out of my bed, curious yet terrified of what the fuck was going on.

As I walked along the hall, I learnt the sounds were coming from the guest bedroom. Harry's room.

The door was left slightly open, and from what I could see, there were pictures from my friend Alexa's Instagram, it was a picture she posted. Of me. On Harry's iPad.

Ew.

Then the noises started up again, my name and whiny, desperate grunts.

I looked further into the room, and seen Harry's erratic movements. The erratic movements of his hand. On his dick.

He was wanking to pictures of me.

Ew.

I made a squeaking sound. And Harry's eyes met mine.