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49 - Babysitting

"Louis!" Harry runs into the hotel room with his hands full of bags of McDonald's.

"Harry!" Louis calls back, gratefully taking one of the bags of food.

"I got us a job!" Harry smiles, setting down the other bags and rummaging through them for his food.

"I already have a job." Louis replies, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Duh. I know." Harry rolls his eyes, "But this job is just temporary."

"Get on with it, then!" Louis demands, anxious to know what Harry signed him up for.

"So when I was at McDonald's I saw this ad thing—you know, the ones with the little tabs you rip off? Anyway, I saw one advertising for babysitting—"

"Harry."

"It'll be fun! Anyway, I already called the lady and she said she'd love for us to come tomorrow, while she goes to work. I told her we were only in LA temporarily so that we'd only be able to babysit this one time, but..." Harry looks at Louis with hopeful eyes.

Louis sighs, taking a bite of his sandwich so that he doesn't have to talk. He chews as he thinks about it, and really there's no way he could say no. Harry loves kids;  this would make him extremely happy.

"Okay, fine." Louis mumbles, and Harry's face develops a grin so big that Louis feels like Harry's possessed or something.

Harry starts dancing around, then, like the weirdo he is. Louis just watches, laughing because he simply can't contain it.

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"This is Amy; this is Gordon; this is Charlie." the woman that Harry had talked to yesterday introduced her kids. "Amy's 11, Gordon's 7, and Charlie is 3." Amy is ginger, and Gordon and Charlie are blonde. The mother is also red-headed like her daughter.

Louis is kind of glaring at Harry, now, because he never mentioned there would be three kids.

"I'll be gone 'til seven tonight."

It's ten in the morning. Harry seems ecstatic, already tickling the 3 year old. Louis, on the other hand, isn't so. Nine hours with these kids? He doesn't know if he can handle it.

The woman then goes over household rules and where the food is and at what time the kids should eat. The two boys take the information with care, being sure to memorize it. Harry has a background in babysitting, Louis learned, so the woman looked him up to make sure he was trustworthy. Sure enough, here they are.

Eventually the mother leaves, and the kids all stare at Harry and Louis expectantly. Louis has no clue what to do at this point, but Harry seems set.

"Okay, kids!" Harry claps his hands together. "Who wants to play a game?"

The kids stare blankly at him.

"Amy? Do you want to play something?" Harry prodded, looking at the little ginger girl.

She playing with the hem of her shirt, mumbling, "I dunno..."

Louis almost wants to start laughing, but the situation is almost too uncomfortable to laugh at.

"Gordon?" Harry asks, not losing enthusiasm. Gordon just shrugs.

Harry then kneels next to Charlie, "What do you want to play, Charlie?"

"Can we play house?" Charlie asks, his high voice cutting through the awkward silence that surrounded the nearly empty house.

"Sure!" Harry smiles, happy that someone wants to play. "Who do you want to be?"