the babysitter [larry stylinson] DISCONTINUED

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Dedicated to: @tomlinbum_hun bc wow👌

enjoy the cute pic of Niall in the media box *~*

"Michael. Wake up. Come on, Mikey" Harry frantically shook Michael in a hurried attempt to get the small child to wake up. He knew there was going to be a lot of places he needed to go and many items he needed to buy so it was best if he woke up the kids now and got them ready for the day's events. Harry's goal was to finish everything before Zayn got home at three-thirty, while the teens got home from school around four.

"Michael wake your ass up right now. I MEAN BUM. Bum. I totally meant bum" Harry poked Michael's cheek with an Xbox One remote that was carelessly thrown onto the top bunk of the bed. Michael lazily opened one eye and used it to look at Harry with a completely straight face.

"You said a bad word" he whispered with a goofy grin.

"Yeah, I know I did but you have to ignore that because it was an accident" Harry pleaded while peeling the covers off Michael's body so he could get up.

"But you said a bad word. Time-out in the corner for you, mister"

"Michael, please. We have a busy day ahead of us and I still haven't woken up Tommy" Harry replied with a huff as he headed to the boy's huge closet to pick out an outfit after the bath Michael was to take.

"You said ass" Michael giggled and sat up from the bed, slowly rubbing his eyes.

"Michael please don't repeat what I said" Harry mumbled and took out a white shirt with long black sleeves and a pair of black chinos, along with a pair of undies and some socks.

"Ass"

"Mikey, take out your white Jordan's and shut up"

"Ass. Ass ass ass ass...ass" Michael continued repeating the word over and over again; Harry bit his lip and hoped no one could hear him.

"Come on, work with me here, man. Michael, listen to me"

"Wut"

Harry groaned and rubbed his eyes in frustration, hoping not to snap at the three year-old. "I'll make a deal with you. If you're a good boy today, I'll take you out to get some ice cream after we're done with everything. How's that?" Harry didn't care that it was winter and that ice cream wasn't the best idea, but it was the only way he could think of bribing the three year-old.

Michael's ears perked at the promise of the delicious treat and hopped off the bed. He waddled towards the wall at the far back and scanned through the many rows of shoes he owned until he spotted the white and black Jordan's. It still continued to amaze Harry how loaded this family was ( although Louis didn't really spend money on "servants" or anything of the sort so Harry was constantly reminded of how lucky he was to have this job ).

Meanwhile Harry ran out the room with a quick shout of "Get dressed" directed towards Michael. He half-ran, half-stumbled to check on Niall and see if the boy was okay, and found sitting down and lightly clutching his right with his left arm, carefully looking around and taking in his surroundings. Harry knocked on the door, careful as to not startle the blond, trying to get his attention. Niall looked up warily and visibly relaxed when he noticed it was only Harry. "I'm about to take you to the hospital so you can checked fully and make sure you're okay then we're going to the police station to contact your parents. I just have to get the baby ready because we need to go shopping a bit "

Niall nodded shakily before opening his mouth. "Can we go to the police station last? Like, can I come shopping with you guys? Please?" Niall accompanied his words with small gestures done by his hands and a sole grimace as something must have hurt.