When A Stranger Calls •Harry Styles•

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•Harry•

"Oh hello! You must be the babysitter!" my mother beamed.

I sat in my room typing away on my computer.

Twitter is what my day has consisted of. I have no desire to meet a babysitter. So I am not coming out of my room. End of story.

"This is my sons room. Harry."

My door swung open.

"Mom!" I groaned, banging my head on my keyboard.

"Harry" she mocked me.

"This is Massie, she'll be staying here with you and the kids tonight, you WILL help her, keep her company."

"But-"

"No buts Harry, they are your siblings."

My mom escorted Massie out of my room continuing the tour of the house.

Our house is nothing special, I don't understand why she gives everyone a tour.

*Incoming Skype Call from Sammy.*

I clicked accept.

"You're in the room next door Sam, what do you want?" I snapped.

"Did you meet the babysitter?" she whispered.

"Why are you whispering? Why is it so dark in there?"

"I'm in the closet, I'm hiding"

"Why exactly?"

"I have babysitter-phobia. Was she nice?"

"She was really quiet." I shrugged.

"Oh no, quiet babysitters are the worst." she whimpered.

"Have you lost your mind? Babysitters aren't scary."

"Harry! We're leaving! Come in here with Massie!"

I groaned.

"Just.... take a nap or something, I don't care."

I ended the skype call and slowly walked to the living room.

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"So...." I said awkwardly.

My parents left thirty minutes ago and we have done nothing but sit in silence. Not exactly how I wanted to spend a Saturday night.

"Are you hungry?" I asked.

"A bit." she shrugged.

I stood up as she followed me into the kitchen.

"Um, it looks like we have pizza, cereal, spaghetti, and.... uh, a bagel?" I said confused holding up a plastic bag with a circular object inside.

She chucked.

"That's a donut, and it's covered in mold."

She took it out of my hands and tossed it in the trash can.

"I'll take the pizza please."

I grabbed a couple plates and filled them with two slices each.

"Aren't you gonna heat it up?" she asked.

"Better cold." I shrugged stuffing it into my mouth and walking back to the living room.

"What would you like to watch?" I asked turning the television on.

"Uhh, X Factor?" she asked.

"Who's your favourite this season?" I asked switching the channels.

"Stone Martin, no questions asked."

I chuckled at her quick response.

"So you're a fangirl?" I smirked.

"No, I just like his voice." she shrugged.

She was blushing. Blush, I like that word. Don't ask me why it's just a cute word.

Blush. Blush. Blush.

Or maybe I'm just weird. Yeah, that's it.

"Or maybe you're a cougar who likes little boys." I chuckled. Yeah. Definately weird.

"Oh god no!" she laughed.

I like her laugh. That's a cute laugh.

I like Shrek too. Shrek has a cute laugh.

"What?" she chuckled.

"What what?" I said confused.

"You just said Shrek has a cute laugh." she laughed.

"Oh, I thought I said that in my head." I shrugged.

Her laugh got louder.

"You have a cute laugh too." I blurted.

She stopped laughing and blushed.

"Uh thanks?"

"Mhm."

And then the phone rang.

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