My Babysitter: Harry Styles

Harry Styles. The Boy Who Makes My Life A Living Hell. Liam Payne, Niall Horan, Zayn Malik, Louis Tomlinson. The Boys Who Makes My Life Worth Living.

"I'm 16 Liam!! I DON'T NEED A BABYSITTER!!!" I attempted to argue with my older brother.

Everyone Thinks I Can't Do Anything Right. That I'm Not Able To 'Fend For Myself'. So, While Liam And His Mates Are Off Clubbing For 2 Weeks In An 18+ Festival, I'm Going To Be Sitting At Home With None Other Than: Harry Styles.

You May Say, "Yeah, sure... you hate him, right?". Well, Yes, I Do Hate Him. I'm Actually Afraid Of him. Want To Know Why?

Every day At School He Hurts Me Both Physically And Emotionally. He Constantly Makes My Life A Living Hell. But, Of Course, Him Being His Cunning And Sneaky Self, Has Managed To Not Let Liam And The Boys Find Out About This. I Daren't Tell Them Though.

So Now I Get To Spend A Whole Three Weeks With The Guy That Has Bullied Me For Over Two Years Now. God Only Knows What He's Going To Do To Me..

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2. Running 'Round Leaving Scars.

Author's Chapter Notes:

The Cave You 
Fear To Enter,
Holds The Treasure
You Seek.

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“Carter, come here babe.” Niall held his arms out for a hug later on that night.
Carter stepped into his embrace and he wrapped his arms around her tightly. He kissed the top of her head and sat down on the couch, placing her onto his lap.

“You alright now babe?” he asked as he stroked carter’s cheek gently. “Yeah I’m fine.” She smiled. She cuddled into his chest and they watched Eastenders. “I love fatboy so much!” she swooned. “He’s not as good-looking as me, right?” Niall quizzed, narrowing his eyes at me. “No! Not at all dear!” she patted his head and giggled.

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The front door swung open and Harry walked in. carter tensed up in Niall’s arms as Harry sat down beside her. “Hey everyone!” he grinned. The boys responded with either a hello, a nod or a grunt. “Uh… hi Harry.” Carter stammered. “WRESTLING IS ON!!!” Louis cheered, grabbing the remote off Niall and switching the channel. She tried to focus on the TV, but she could feel Harry’s eyes burning though her.

Carter felt so uncomfortable, and Harry knew it. He could smell fear from a mile away and right now, she reeked of it. He took so much pleasure out of seeing her tremble with fear, it’s almost like he thrives on it.

“I’m just going upstairs guys.” Carter spoke uneasily. “Aw why don’t you stay?” Zayn pleaded. “Yeah! JOHN CENA IS ABOUT TO WHIP CM PUNKS ASS!” Louis informed her. Carter was looking forward to that match all week. “As tempting as that sounds, I can’t. I’ve got a big test coming up.” She sighed, needing an excuse to get away from Harry. “Ok. See you later then.” Liam smiled.

Carter exited the room and went into her own. She changed into her pyjamas, which consisted of a pair of Zayn’s boxers, Louis’ socks and one of Niall’s t-shirts. She logged onto Facebook, Twitter and Tumblr. Tweeting and reblogging things here and there. She clicked into her mentions and saw that she had a tweet from Harry.

Oh lord, kill me now.

@CarterPayne.X – ‘Heeeey babe ;)’

She rolled her eyes and ignored the message. Lastly, she went onto facebook to see that Harry was online. Great!

Harry_Styles: ‘You cowardly slut.’
Carter_Payne.X: ‘?’
Harry_Styles: ‘I’m going to kill you in scul 2morro.’

Carter gulped and shut down her laptop. She sat back down on her bed and switched off the x-box. She plugged in the controller and began the game. It was wrestling, of course.

Harry’s only threatening you Carter, he doesn’t mean it.

Maybe she was over thinking this. After all, Harry’s an expert at playing mind games. But then again, she knew fully-well what Harry is capable of.

* * * * *

Meanwhile, Liam and the rest of the boys were engulfed by wrestling. Harry, who obviously had no interest whatsoever in wrestling, was on facebook texting Carter and his girlfriend Lucy.

“Liam, what test is Carter studying for?” Harry asked.

As if he didn’t know…

“A history one. It due tomorrow. Why?” Liam said. “WE’VE GOT A HISTORY TEST TOMORROW?!” Harry exclaimed, pretending to be oblivious to the test. “Yeah, did you not know?” Liam chuckled slightly. “No I didn’t. SHIT! I’m going to fail now!” Harry grunted, racing his hands through his hair. “Why don’t you study with Carter for a while upstairs?” Niall suggested, forever the idiot. “Yeah that would be great! Is that ok with you Liam?” Harry quizzed in an angelic tone. “Yeah of course. You better not be kissing her when I come upstairs though.” Liam winked, earning a howl of laughter off the others boys. “I promise mate. Don’t worry.” Harry laughed.

As if he would EVER kiss Carter! Pft! In her dreams!

He wandered in the landing until he came across Carter’s room. No need for knocking, as he just burst into the room. He stared at Carter, who was playing the x-box in a t-shirt and a pair of boxers. She looked up from her game and fear immediately filled her eyes.

“W-What are you doing here Harry?!” she exclaimed, backing away from him in sheer fright. “I came here to study.” He replied sarcastically. An evil glint appeared in his eyes. “P-Please, just g-go away.” Cater stammered, still backing away. “Aw is poor lickle Carter afraid?” he taunted, coming closer to Carter and making her shake with fear.

She hit the wall which meant she could no longer back away from him. Her whole body tensed up as he neared towards her.

“Harry, leave me alone.” Carter spoke much more bluntly than she expected. Harry slapped her hard in the face, pain stinging her cheek as he did. A tear fell from her eye, but she refused to ridicule herself anymore and didn’t let Harry see. “See you in school tomorrow bitch.” Harry smirked as he left the room. Carter scurried into bed and turned off her lamp. She closed her eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep.

It wasn’t what Harry did to Carter; it was the way he did it. He knew that she was afraid of him and took advantage of that. 


Harry stomped down the stairs and smiled warmly at the boys. “That was quick!” Niall chuckled whilst munching on Doritos. Typical Niallers. “Yeah, we weren’t going to get much work done anyways…” Harry laughed slightly. “You sitting down mate?” Zayn quizzed. “Nah. I’m going to go home. See you tomorrow guys.” He responded and headed out the door.

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Soon, it was getting late, so the boys decided to go to bed.

Liam edged into Carter’s room to find her fast asleep, her stomach rising and falling as she peacefully slept. He bent down and kissed her forehead. “Night Carter.” He whispered. He gazed at the deep cut on her head and sighed.

If only Carter could take care of herself better, then Liam wouldn’t have to worry so much…

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