the babysitter [larry stylinson] DISCONTINUED

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Dedication: @ILoveMyLarents bc yes I do

Niall quickly handed Harry the fussing baby that had begun crying quietly. He slowly took Tommy into his arms and sat him on his lap. Nobody said anything, not even Michael who would usually blabber on about anything and everything. The only sounds were Tommy's soft cries and a faint Adele song playing through the speakers of the shop.

Do you get that sort of feeling like you've been lied to your whole life? Like when you discover oxygen is basically killing you slowly, oxidizing things in your cells (basically setting you on fire slowly), and you have to pause for a moment to digest the new information? That was exactly what Harry was feeling.

Niall was wrong. If he truly did have a brother, he was certain his mum would have mentioned it during one of their phone calls. He was stunned. He was having a sort of negative version of an "Aha! moment". Harry was having one of those moments just like that, except he couldn't pause to think about it because Tommy threw up on his lap.

And that's when Harry realized luck was rarely on his side.

"Shit" he said.

After wiping the stain off his shirt with a few napkins that were nicely set on the table Harry led out a string of curse words and placed his head in between his hands, not really caring about the two children present. So Niall helped a bit by placing his hands on Michael's ears while Harry let out a part of his frustration through a vocabulary almost as colorful as his (unknown) sexuality.

So when they got kicked out of the small ice cream parlor because of him, Harry decided to just drive everyone back to his house where he could have a little interrogation session while the time for the kids to come home rolled around. He set Tommy down on his baby seat and angrily shoved a bunch of napkins into Niall's chest in case the baby had another accident.

The steering wheel was held in a vice grip as Harry's mouth was a straight, firm line and his eyebrows scrunched together in a deep frown. He wasn't angry, per se, more like frustrated at the new information. Harry just couldn't wrap his head around the fact that a strange boy whom he had never met randomly decided to show up and declare that they were brothers. He was in denial, chanting "It isn't true" multiple times in his head as he refused to believe his parents lied to him.

All while Niall was nervously fidgeting in the backseat of the truck desperately hoping Harry believed him and didn't crash the crappy pickup truck because he was thinking so much.

When they arrived at his home, Harry ushered everyone inside his small flat and set a sleeping Tommy down in his baby carrier on the floor next to Michael who was sitting on the sofa and watching cartoons on the small telly. Mikey looked around carefully at the small yet semi-tidy living space and furrowed his tiny eyebrows in confusion. Why is it that Harry lives in an incredibly small flat in the ugly side of the city while Michael gets to live in a huge mansion with expensive furniture and decorations? The three year-old thought Harry deserved better because he was so nice and sweet.

"Michael, have you seen a small grey kitten around here?" Harry asked and that when he realized he forgot to take Meow to the vet and would probably have to leave earlier than expected to do so.

"You have kitten?!" he squealed excitedly.

"Yeah, his name is Meow but he likes to hide a bunch and I need to take him to the vet soon so tell me if you see him" Harry sat down at the table in the dining room and sternly told Niall to sit.

"What vet?"

"It's like an...animal doctor. Do you see Meow?"

Michael looked around the living room for a few seconds before shouting a "no" and gluing his eyes back to Dexter's Laboratory. Every once in a while he would turn his gaze around the room to search of the small animal in hopes of finding it for Harry.