The Babysitter//h.s au

//3//

He was tall. Like so tall.
Those green eyes were unreal and he had the pinkest, plumpest lips I think I've ever seen. Dimples. Lord Jesus.
He spoke slowly, and quite low.
Black skinny jeans clung to his tones legs and a green coat covered his broad shoulders.
He was beautiful.
And I had been staring for like 5 minutes.
Crap.
"I...hi I'm Ronnie."
Crap.
I sound like an incompetent 14 year old with a crush.
I straightened out my hair and stood taller and straighter.
I looked up at Harry, and he was staring right at me.
My Dad was watching out interaction closely and my Mum was still staring at me.
"Well, our plane leaves soon, so we'll be going, Veronica, we've transferred money into your account and Harry we've left some for emergencies in yours. I love you Ronnie and good luck Harry."
"Thank you Mrs Mercer."
"Bye Mum"
We wave them off and walked back inside the house. In silence. Harry shut the door behind us.
It was just me and him for 3 months. Alone.