Louis has always liked, no, loved, children. With their cute, tiny little bawled up fists and bright eyes that seem to contain so much innocence and naivety, how could he not? After all, the boy was practically forced to like them, with the large amount of siblings that he had. And because he just was so good with kids, nearly all of the parents in his town begged him to babysit. They knew it was a lot to ask, because he did have a single mother with numerous children, but Louis was happy to accept their requests.
Currently, Louis was at the Styles residence, and he's making quiet, high pitched noises to the Styles family's ten month old baby with a soft smile playing on the edges of his lips. The other children that the Styles family had, which were two twin ten year old girls, were running around in the backyard, and Louis was watching them from his spot on the patio.
Gently placing the infant back into his swing, Louis forced himself to focus on his English homework that he had. Occasionally lifting his eyes from the paper to monitor the girls before adverting them back to his paper, Louis let out a small sigh. He absolutely hated being sixteen and having to do school work.
As great at the Styles kids were, their father was probably the human-personified version of Satan himself.
The Devil wasn't perched up onto a large red throne with two little horns peeking outwards from his skull, his hand gripping a large pitchfork, and huge, pointy wings extending from his shoulder blades.
The Devil was far more terrifying than that.
Mr. Styles was quite tall, and his frame towered over Louis' tiny one. With perfectly curled hair that fell just below his broad shoulders, sinister green eyes, and a permanent smirk that seemed to be pasted onto his face, it was evident that this man craved power and control.
Mr. Styles was an English teacher at Louis' high school. He was much younger than the other adults that taught at the school, only being twenty-nine years old. Although most people would think that the youngest teachers are usually more laid back and carefree, Mr. Styles was anything but that. He gave out several detentions every single day, with a content grin making its way onto his face as he wrote the students up for things that were harmless.
Yet, as much Louis hated Mr. Styles, he adored his wife.
Mrs. Styles was thirty-five years old, and she was the nicest woman that Louis had ever met, besides his mother. She was a tiny lady, only being an inch or two taller than Louis, and she had kind, dark eyes. Her skin was naturally tanned, due to her Native American heritage, and her long hair toppled down her back and ended at the dip of her spine. The female was a talented artist, and frequently would give Louis some of her artwork for free.
The two twin girls, named Nova and Aiyana, were from Mrs. Styles previous marriage, but the baby boy, named Dakota, was Mr. Styles child.
It's not like Louis was rude or anything to Mr. Styles. The man just seemed to have some sort of deep hatred for Louis, always purposely embarrassing Louis in front of the whole class, or making sure to give him more homework than anyone else in the class. Even though he knew Louis already had a lot of homework for that night, and also had to babysit, he made sure to give him some sort of additional assignment that was due the next day.
The sound of the front door being unlocked made Louis get up from his chair, knowing that Mr and Mrs. Styles were home from their outing.
"Thank you so much, Louis," Mrs. Styles said happily, grinning at the boy before going over to pick up the baby.
"It was no problem, really, I always love babysitting for you guys," Louis gushed, letting out a sight squeal as the twins ran over to where he was standing and each grabbed one of his legs, clinging to the bones, causing Louis to wobble somewhat and almost lose his balance.
"Don't go, Louis!" Aiyana whined, squeezing tightly onto him.
Before he could respond, Mr. Styles coughed loudly, signaling his presence.
"Girls, get off of him," he ordered, scowling at the two as they scrambled away anxiously, knowing that there would be consequences if they didn't do so. "Come on, Mr. Tomlinson, I'll drive you home."
Widening his blue eyes in surprise, Louis immediately shook his head. "N-No, it's fine. I can just walk home."
"Are you kidding me?" Mr. Styles let out a patronizing laugh. "You are a child, Louis. Quit trying to act like you aren't one. Your house is way too far for you to walk, especially at night. Now get your stuff, I'll be waiting in the car. Hurry up."
Closing his eyes and grimacing, Louis simply nodded and moved to put his finished English homework back into his plain black backpack, slipping the bag over one of his shoulders.
"Bye, Mrs. Styles! Bye, girls!" Louis called out, smiling at the females as he finally began to walk out to the driveway, where Mr. Styles sat in his intimidating Range Rover.
Climbing into the vehicle, Louis put on the seatbelt and then sunk back into the plush seat, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Took you long enough," the older man muttered under his breath as he started to pull out of the driveway and onto the road. "You really need to start learning how to do things in a faster manner, Louis. I have never seen a sixteen year old work so slowly in their studies, and in everyday life. It's actually quite embarrassing to watch, if you ask me."
Digging his fingernails into the material of the car seat beneath him, Louis clenched downwards onto his teeth. "I'm not fucking twelve," he finally spat out, his eyes staring straight ahead at the dark moving street as they drove. "You need to stop treating me like I'm such a baby. I don't know what your problem is with me, because I have always been respectful towards you, but you're the one that needs to grow up and mature since you're the one that hates me for no reason."
The second Louis finished speaking, he instantly regretted it, because the car suddenly was pulling over into the grass on the side of the road and Mr. Styles' hands were gripping the stirring wheel far too tight.
Mr. Styles ran his hands across his face, and he sighed loudly. "I don't hate you, Louis,"
"You don't?" Louis laughed in disbelief. "Because the way you treat me is sure not out of... kindness."
"I don't hate you, damn it! You're just so pretty and feminine, and fuck, curvy. And you're just so good with the kids and you're so perfect but you're too young----,"
Mr. Styles was cut off by Louis' lips pressed against his, and he couldn't help but moan in response, their lips moving together at such a desperate, rapid pace. Somehow, during the process, Louis ended up in Harry's lap and he was grinding downwards slowly, gasping as he did so.
"Holy shit," Mr. Styles said, breaking off the kiss, and then pushing the smaller boy off of him. "T-That never happened. You can't tell anyone."
The rest of the car ride was silent, except for the quiet sound of Louis' tiny breaths as he choked on the tears that he was attempting to hold back.
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hii everyone! audri here with a new story. before i get into the actual author's note, i just wanted to clarify that i did not steal this idea from anyone else's story. i have a feeling that this kind of plot is pretty common, so if it does end up being similar to someone else's, it is out of pure coincidence! or we were inspired by the same thing, which brings me into what inspired me to write this. i was inspired by this movie called the babysitters. this fic will not be following that whole plot whatsoever, but the way the beginning of it was what inspired me. soo, that's pretty much all i have to say! if you did enjoy this, please just leave a comment or vote bc it motivates me to continue writing, and then updates will be up faster if i get to my goal!
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babysitter - l.s.
Fanfictiona naive sixteen year old boy finds himself becoming infatuated with the father of the children that he babysits. warning: this book will contain mature content that may not be suitable for certain readers. this includes, but is not limited to; expli...