Babysitter ( H.S)
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I got on my hands and knees and started scrubbing. I heard the door open behind me and I just ignored it because I knew it was probably Harry or Anne.
"Damnit" I heard Harry's voice mumble. I looked back and he was just staring at me. "What?" I asked. "Nothing" He said. So I just kept scrubbing the damn floor.
He took a deep breath before saying, "can you not do that in those pants right in front of me" My cheeks reddened as I turned around and said sorry.
"Don't be sorry babe" he smirked, showing his dimples. Fuck did he just call me babe? I don't think I'm breathing properly.
"Oh okay well I guess I should go home now" I said as I started walking towards the door.
He grabbed my arm "stay" was all he said
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