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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12. Too Far?

Harry woke up the next morning and glided downstairs. Carter was still asleep, as it was only 9 o clock. He scooted into the kitchen and searched in the presses for something of his liking. He eventually decided on making a fry. He took out each of the ingredients and placed them on the table.

Take me by the tongue and I’ll know you,
Kiss me ‘til you’re drunk and I’ll show you,
All the moves like Jagger, I’ve got the moves like Jagger,
I’ve got the moves like Jagger!


Harry’s phone buzzed in his pocket so he took it out and answered it.

“Hello?”

“Harry love! How are you dear?”

“I’m good thanks mum, you?”

“Brilliant! How is it going with Carter?”

“Great. She’s in bed at the moment.”

“Oh make sure you tell her I said hello! I was wondering if you and Carter would like to come over for dinner tomorrow?”

“Yeah of course mum. See you then.”

“Bye love!”

Harry hung up and put the phone down. He and Carter were on mid-term break until Monday so there was no need to rush anywhere. He finished cooking the food and dished it onto two plates. He took both plates and placed them onto the table. He then dashed upstairs and stepped into Carter’s bedroom. He plugged in the stereo and switched it on.

Party rock is in the house tonight!
Everybody just have a good time!
And we gonna make you lose your mind!
Everybody just have a good time!


The music blasted out of the stereo as Harry turned it up to the fullest volume. He pulled the duvet off Carter, leaving her shivering in the bed. She opened her eyes to see the piercing bright sun shine in. She ducked under her pillow and groaned.

“Get up bitch.” Harry said, pulling Carter of out the bed by the legs. She held onto the mattress for dear life, but her strength was no match for Harry’s and she fell to the floor with a thud. Carter decided it would be best if she stayed on the floor. She didn't have the energy to get up.

“Come on Carter, get up.” Harry kicked her lightly. “I can’t. I’ll die if I do.” Carter moaned. “You’re such a fucking drama queen.” Harry muttered, grabbing Carter’s arms and pulling her up off the floor. “Breakfast is downstairs.” He told her. “You made breakfast?” Carter questioned. “Yes, why?” Harry furrowed his eyes towards her. “By any chance did you poison it?” Carter tittered. “Go downstairs. Now.” Harry ordered.

Carter obeyed and waltzed downstairs. The scent of fried food intrigued her into the kitchen and she focused her eyes on the delicious meal laid before her. She sat down at the table and instantly began to devour her food. Harry arrived into the room moments later and sat across from her. His watchful glare burned though Carter, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.

Harry’s phone buzzed on the table, indicating he had received a new message. He picked up his phone and scanned the screen carefully. In a matter of seconds, Harry’s face dropped. He threw the phone onto the table and frowned, moving his food around his plate with a fork.

“Is there something wrong Harry?” Carter queried quietly. Harry scowled at her before shaking his head. “No, it’s just Lucy. She keeps texting me saying she wants to get back together.” Harry mumbled, staring blankly at the table. Carter could see it in his eyes that he was hurt. “Did you ever love her Harry?” Carter quizzed, taking a small sip of her tea.

Harry laughed and shook his head. “Do you honestly think that I date people because I ‘love’ them?” He inquired. “Well… erm… isn’t that why people date?” she retorted, clearly confused. Harry’s laugh became louder. “So, you’re saying that you love Jake?” Harry questioned. “Yes, of course.” Carter replied instantly without thinking. “Well, I never loved Lucy, and she never loved me, and we dated for a year.” Harry pointed out.

Carter gave an understanding look before continuing to eat. She finished her food soon after that and put her plate and cutlery in the dishwasher. “Thanks for breakfast Harry.” Carter said politely. “Your clothes are upstairs.” He told her, staring blankly at the wall in front of him. Carter nodded and skipped upstairs.

She dreaded seeing what Harry had picked out for her. If it was anything like last night, she was screwed. She peered over at the clothes that lay on her bed and breathed a sigh of relief. Harry had actually picked out something decent for Carter to wear. She admired the outfit for a moment before putting it on.

Outfit: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=41858786

She gazed at herself in the mirror, gasping when she saw her red hair. She knew it was going to take a lot of getting used to, but on the other hand, she seemed to be really taking a shine to her new hair and it suited her very much.

After she had gotten ready, she glided downstairs and strolled into the kitchen. Harry was still in the exact same position as he was when she had left him several moments ago. Harry overheard her presence and turned around swiftly to face her.

“Are you ready?” he questioned. “Yeah. Where are we going?” Carter asked. “You’ll see.” Harry smirked, shouldering past her and exiting the house, leaving her to follow.

They got into the car and Harry drove off. “Where are we going?” Carter queried once more. “You’ll see, I told you.” Harry muttered. Seconds of silence past between the two. “Are we there yet?” Carter quizzed impatiently. “No.” Harry grunted. “How about now?” Carter inquired a mere 30 seconds later. “Carter, speak once more and you’re dead.” Harry threatened. Carter sat back in her seat and kept quiet.

Harry drove into the car-park in the woods, parking his car and switching off the engine. “Where are we?” Carter asked. “A place.” Harry replied, stepping out of the car and slamming the door shut. “Get out.” He said and gestured in his direction. Carter got out of the car and skipped up to Harry.

“What are we doing here?” Carter quizzed. “Shut it with all of the questions, or else.” Harry growled, briskly walking down the path of the woods. Carter tried her best to keep up with his quick pace as she trailed behind him. She looked around in confusion. What were they doing here?

The chirping of birds filled the ears of Harry and Carter as the trekked through the woods, not muttering a word amongst one another. The cold winter air tore through Carter’s skin, making her shiver vigorously. She took short steps along the path and shoved her hands in her pocket in order to keep them warm.

“Have you heard about the legend of these woods?” Harry quizzed. Carter raised her head up to face him. “… What legend?” Carter questioned. “There’s a sick man that owns these woods. He lurks around here at night and waits for his next victim, preferably a girl.” Harry whispered. “A-A-And what does he do to them?” Carter asked in a quiet tone. “Rapes them. And if he’s in a bad mood, he chops them up with a butcher knife.” Harry whispered, grinning at Carter. She gulped and grimaced.

“Harry… I want to go home.” Carter tittered. “No, we’re staying here.” Harry grunted. “There is no fucking way I’m staying here!” Carter spoke abruptly. Harry retaliated to Carter’s rude response by grabbing the collar of her t-shirt, pulling her close to him, her body colliding with his. “We’re staying here, and that’s final.” He told her.

Carter was taken aback by Harry’s actions for a moment, but sighed anyways as Harry released his grip. They strolled along the path in silence once more. Carter greatly wished that Harry hadn’t forced her into coming here in the first place.

“Do you want to play a game?” Harry inquired. “What sort of game?” Carter quizzed. “Hide a go seek.” He replied, grinning to himself. “Are you serious?” she laughed. “Yup! I’ll count first.” He said as he ran behind a tree and began to count.

Carter ran through the brightly-lighted woods. She glided past the trees and ducked behind a bush.

“49! 50! CARTER! COME OUT, COME OUT WHEREVER YOU ARE!”

Carter bent down lower and giggled to herself. She could hear footsteps coming from her right. But instead of coming towards her, they seemed to be drifting away from her. They were getting fainter and quieter by the second. She peeked out from behind the bush to see Harry running to the car park.

“HARRY?! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!” Carter screamed, getting out of her hiding place and dashing through the woods in order to catch up with Harry. Raising his middle finger to Carter, Harry jumped into the car and started the engine, driving off and leaving Carter stranded with nowhere to go.

He smirked as he gazed into the rear-view mirror, watching Carter try to run after the car, but soon gave up as she knew she would never catch up. Harry grinned to himself before speeding up and driving into the distance until Carter could no longer see him. Carter kicked a pebble across the path in the woods monotonously, shoving her hands in her pockets in search of her phone but realised that Harry had taken it off her last night. She sighed and sat on a tree stump nearby, knowing that she was going to be here for a long time.

Harry chewed loudly on his gum as he pulled up to the driveway of his friend Will’s house. He stepped out of the car and skipped up to the door, ringing the doorbell and waiting until the door was answered, revealing Will, who greeted Harry by pulling him in for a hug. It had been quite a while since the two had seen each other, maybe even 3 years.

“Harry Styles! Long time no see mate!” Will beamed, gesturing Harry into the sitting room before closing the door and joining him. “Jesus, you haven’t changed a bit Will! Still overly tall I see!” Harry chuckled, gazing up at his abnormally tall friend. “And you’re still as handsome I see! Just look at those dimples!” Will exclaimed, pinching Harry’s cheeks lightly. Harry swatted his hand away jokingly and chuckled, shaking his head.

“Do you want a drink mate?” Will questioned, padding into the kitchen. “Yeah, please mate.” Harry responded, sitting back on the couch and relaxing. “Beer?” Will inquired, wriggling his eyebrows at Harry. “No mate, I’m driving.” Harry said in a mediocre tone. Will nodded and took a can of coke out of the fridge, along with a can of beer for himself. “Here baby Harold.” Will winked, handing his friend the can of coke. Harry stuck out his tongue and took a sip of his coke, Will doing the same with his beer.

“So Harry, tell me, how are you and Carter doing?” Will quizzed. Harry shifted uncomfortably in his seat and swallowed. “Um… we’re not friends anymore.” Harry told him, looking down. Will spat out his beer in shock. “WHAT?! Since when?! I though you two would’ve been married by now and moved to a paradise island with monkeys!” Will jolted slightly. “A paradise island with monkeys, really?” Harry narrowed his eyes at his delusional friend.

“Ok, so leave that part out…. But what happened to you two?” Will questioned. Harry sighed heavily. “She’s a fucking bitch.” Harry grunted. “What do you mean Haz?” Will asked, sitting closer to his friend and looking at him eagerly. “She went out with Niall when she knew I fucking loved her.” Harry retorted. “She never knew you loved her Harry!” Will explained. “So? It still doesn’t give her the right to mess around with my heart and forget about me.” Harry tittered. “So… do you guys even speak anymore?” Will queried.

Harry paused for a moment. “Not really, no.” he lied. Will nodded. “But I have to watch her for 3 weeks, because Liam and the boys have gone to Ibiza.” Harry told him. “Why do you have to watch her? Isn’t she able to look after herself?” Will stated in a confused tone. “Liam doesn’t think so. He’s afraid she’ll cut again.” Harry shrugged, taking a sip of his coke.

“Carter cuts?” Will barely whispered, his mouth in the shape of an ‘O’. Harry shrugged once more. “I’m not sure. I’ve never actually seen her do it. But from what I’ve heard Zayn caught her one time and she hasn’t done it since.” Harry replied. “So, where’s Carter now?” Will asked. “She’s out with a few mates.” Harry responded.

“Oh, and guess who she’s dating now?” Harry chuckled. “Who?” Will egged him to continue. “Jake Bell.” Harry remarked. “No fucking way! What’s she doing with that tool?!” Will chimed in shock. “I don’t know! Apparently he’s ‘sweet’ and ‘kind’ according to her.” Harry chattered. Will laughed. “So I’m guessing she’s not heard about his reputation?” Will asked. Harry shook his head. “Harry man, you have to tell her.” Will spoke. “Nah, I’ll let her find out for herself.” Harry winked, earning a chuckle off his friend.

* * * * *

Meanwhile, Carter was staring at the sky above her, shivering vigorously. It had been 5 hours since Harry had left her, and it was getting really late. Darkness over-swept the woods as Carter tried to keep warmth in her hands by rubbing them against each other. She was cold, starving and immensely lonely.

She hopped off the tree stump and slowly walked around the woods. The sound of the little birds chirping had now turned into crows squawking and soaring over Carter in the sky. There were no streetlights to guide Carter on her way, so she just walked in complete darkness. She dragged her feet along the floor and crossed her arms. She hoped that Harry would come back soon and bring her home, but she had a feeling he wouldn’t.

The night sky seemed to be getting darker and darker every second. A shiver crept up Carter’s back and she shivered slightly. The woods were silent for a mere couple of minutes until she heard footsteps. Her ears perked up and she gazed around her before realising that she was still in utter darkness.

For a moment, Carter instincts told her that Harry had finally come back to collect her, but her gut was telling her otherwise. She knew fine-well not to trust anything Harry said, but maybe what he had said earlier was true. Maybe those footsteps belonged to a syco man who was going rape her and chop her up. She remained silent and didn’t move a muscle in hope that he wouldn’t know she was there.

The footsteps became clearer and louder and she held her breath. She could faintly see something behind the tree in front of her. She stood up and looked behind the tree to find nothing was there. The footsteps stopped and the woods fell silent once more. Carter slowly backed away from the tree.

Two strong arms grabbed her from behind and hoisted her off the floor. She screamed at the top of her lungs but her mouth was quickly covered by a large hand. She acted before thinking and bit down on his hand. The figure pulled his hand away and yelped in pain. Carter screamed once more as tears trickled down her cheeks. The figure cackled evilly.

“Why are you laughing?! You should be raping me and cutting me up by now!” Carter cried. “And why would I do that Carter?” the figure laughed. Carter breath hitched and she froze suddenly. “H-How do you know my name?” she wept. The figure dropped her and she fell to the floor. She brushed herself odd and pulled herself up slowly, shaking vigorously. She looked at the figure and saw Harry grinning.

She ran into his arms and hugged him tightly. She was so happy to see him instead of a rapist. She cried into his shoulder before backing away and remembering, he was the reason she was in this state. He was the reason she was stuck in the woods on her own for the past 6 or 7 hours. He was the reason she didn’t eat at all and almost froze to death.

“Why did you do that to me Harry?!” she exclaimed loudly. “Because it’s funny you twat!” Harry shouted back. Carter tripped and fell to the ground. She buckled her knees to her chest and sobbed quietly. “Get up, we’re going home.” Harry mumbled. Carter shook her head. “No, I’m not going with you.” She spat bravely. Harry pulled Carter up off the ground by the hair and dragged her along the woods until they came to the car.

“Get in before I beat you and leave you here to die.”

Carter scrambled into the back seat and put on her seatbelt. She rested her head against the car door as tears fell from her eyes. The car ride was silent. She could feel Harry’s gaze on her, but she refused to look up at him.

They arrived home about a half an hour later. Carter stepped out of the car and strolled inside, not muttering a word to Harry. She dashed upstairs and went into her bedroom.

Harry locked the car door and went inside. He closed the front door and entered the kitchen. He began to prepare dinner for himself and Carter while listening to his iPod. After he had finished making dinner, he placed both plates on the table.

“CARTER! DINNER IS READY!” he roared. There was no response. “CARTER! DINNER!” he repeated but once again he got no reply. “CARTER! DON’T MAKE ME COME UP THERE!” he yelled, and yet again there was no response.

He cursed before jogging into the hallway and pounding up the stairs. He marched into Carter’s room to find her sitting down on her bed. Carter grazed the sharp object over her freshly-cut scars.

“CARTER I TOLD YOU TO COME DOW- what the fuck are you doing Carter?!” Harry shouted. “Leave me alone Harry!” Carter sniffed, digging the glass into her wounded wrist. Harry ran over to her and slapped the glass out of her hand. Blood spilled onto his hand as he held her wrists. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” Harry explained. Carter wriggled out of his grip and sobbed into his hands. Harry exhaled deeply.

“You promised Liam that you’d stop.” He whispered.

“You also promise Liam that you’d take care of me. I guess we both don’t keep our promises.” Carter tittered venomously.


Harry glared down at her as he stood up. He cleared his throat. “Dinner is downstairs. Are you coming?” he quizzed. Carter shook her head and continued to sob. Harry nodded and left the room.

* * * * *

Later that night, Harry decided to go to bed. He tip-toed up the stairs and crept into the bedroom to find Carter in the exact same position as when he had left her hours ago. He was curled up in the corner of the room; her bloody wrist exposed and tear stains dried into her cheeks. Her eyes were closed but her stomach and chest were rising and falling, signally he was asleep.

Harry scooped her up in his arms and carried her into bed. He went into the bathroom and brushed his teeth before returning to the bedroom. Carter seemed to be stirring a lot in her sleep. He stripped down to his boxers and climbed into the bed beside her, turning off the lamp and pulling the duvet over him.

That night, for the first time in since he began to bully Carter, he thought to himself:

Did I maybe take it too far this time?

* * * * *

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