The Babysitter//h.s au

//10//

I couldn't face him after our 'near' kiss. I was totally embarrassed. Lord help me. But the next morning he carried on as if everything was normal.

I was woken up at 8:30am by the rattle of pots and pans. Warily I walked down stairs, scared to draw any attention to myself.

I looked into the kitchen to find Harry shirtless dancing and singing Fleetwood Mac. He was making eggs. I hate eggs.

I don't hate shirtless Harry.

He must've noticed my presence, as he looked up at me and smiled slightly,"Morning princess."

"Morning. Erm...what are you doing?"

"Making eggs...do you like them?"

"No."

"Oh. I can make something else for you?"

"No it's fine. Listen about last night..."

"I know how scary was the storm it was so loud, I was gonna come in an' check on you."

"What? We were down here together. What are you talking about?"

"No we weren't. You must've dreamt it."

"What are you talki-"

My question was cut off by Harry pushing me against the nearest wall.

"We weren't together. You. Dreamt. It." His breath was hot in my face. He pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. "Now your parents called. They want you to ring them back. Off you go"