the babysitter [larry stylinson] DISCONTINUED

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Although he struggled trying to carry, bathe, feed, or even touch the small kitten, Harry decided to keep Meow. He couldn't just leave the baby cat out in the cold to fend for itself and besides, the boy had a strong affinity for cute baby animals.

"Come on kitty kitty kitty. Come to Hazza" Harry was having a difficult time with the kitten, seeing as it would only come out if Harry wasn't looking at it and was at least two meters away. He was trying to make Meow come out of his hiding place under the couch so he could be fed but Meow was not budging. The boy knew it was because of people mistreating the animal; if Harry made a slight movement too close to the animal, Meow would let out a whimper and dart away.

Giving up, Harry dropped the pieces of bacon into a little bowl he had placed in the floor next to the container with milk. Knowing full well that he had to get proper items for the cat, as well as taking it to the vet, Harry made a mental note to do all that when the kids left to school and take Michael and Tommy with him.

"Alright, if you're not coming out until I leave, then you're in luck because I'm leaving. Now. For a long time. Bye" Harry made sure to lock the door before fixing his scarf and hat and getting into his car.

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After helping Luke with breakfast and checking on Tommy a few times, it was time to wake up the kids for school. Tommy, being a baby, and Michael, being only three, was the only one who was able to sleep in for a few more years, but there was still four other people to be woken up. Tommy was thankfully asleep and would probably be until about eleven or so.

Harry decided to wake Marcel first, seeing as he was the most calm and more likely to listen to his babysitter. Nina and Zayn were more of a challenge, Nina huffing a lot and Zayn not letting go of the bed until Harry told him it was only Wednesday and he was already halfway through the week. Immediately, Zayn rolled out of bed and got dressed, much to Harry's confusion about his change in mood.

Trudging his black ankle boots on the tile staircase to Ashton's bedroom, Harry held on to the railing letting his mind slip back to Meow. He couldn't help but wonder how the fluffy little kitten was doing, but Harry imagined it was doing fine on its own. But somehow, a certain blue-eyed boy kept interrupting his thoughts.

Harry knocked three times on the door. Silence. The bloke waited patiently a few more seconds before knocking again. "Ashton, it's me Harry. I'm coming in" No response came, so Harry cautiously opened the unlocked door and peeked in, not expecting the sight before him.

Laying in the huge king size bed bed, was a sleeping Ashton cuddled up with an unknown girl. Ashton's tattooed, muscular arm was wrapped protectively around the girl's petite waist and the sight was enough to make anyone coo, except Harry was thinking something else had happened.

"ASHTON FLETCHER TOMLINSON WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON HERE?"

Harry's high pitched squeals were enough for both Ashton and the girl to jolt awake and almost fall. They were both fully clothed but Harry still thought the worst of the situation. Ashton was quick to register the situation and widened his eyes while violently shaking his head.

"No, Harry! This isn't what it looks like!" Ashton exclaimed, panic evident in his face.

"Are you sure, Ashton? Because I'm not stupid enough to not know this girl stayed the night. In your bed. Doing Lord knows what" Harry yelled back, and that's when Ashton got angry.

"Her name is Gwen and we were not doing anything besides sleeping" Ashton growled.

"In the same bed!"