The Nanny
Breakfast
"Aria!"
One eye popped open at the sound of my name and a soft knock on my door. I looked over at the clock on my bedside table to see it glowing back 8:00 am.
A groan escaped my lips as I sat up quickly and rubbed my eyes.
I had over slept.
Jamie had been crying his little eyes out all night last night due to the two stubborn teeth trying to push through his gums and I had stayed up all night trying to sooth him to sleep.
Evidently I had soothed us both to sleep.
I quickly padded across the hardwood floors towards the door and opened it to look at who had woken me. I half expected Harry's scowling face on the other side but was pleasantly surprised to find Darcy's sweet beaming face instead.
"Mornin Aria." She giggled up at me and bounced slightly. "Daddy's makin breakfast and we're eatin in our pajamas."
My eyes widened at that. I'm sure I was going to hear it from Harry. It was very irresponsible of me to oversleep, especially when I knew he had to be at the studio today.
I rubbed my eyes and sighed, resigned to the fact that I was in for it. I had really been trying to be on my best behavior too.
"I'll be right down babe. Let me grab Jamie, okay?" I asked with a sleepy smile.
Darcy nodded, curls bobbing away before turning and skipping down the steps.
Jamie was still passed out on the other side of my bed, little arms and legs stretched out spread eagle, pacifier dangling from his pink pouty lips. The image made me smile.
I didn't want to move him. He really hadn't gotten much sleep last night and honestly I could do with a few moments without a fussy baby.
I decided to let him sleep gently adjusted him into the center of the bed and surrounded him with multiple pillows, making sure they would keep him from rolling off the bed, and placed the baby monitor near his head so I would hear on the receiver- that I clipped to my pajama pants- as soon as he woke up.
With one last glace at my baby boy to assure myself he would be okay, I made my way out of the room and down the steps.
The sight in the kitchen was probably the most adorable thing I had ever seen.
Darcy was kneeling in one of the stools at the breakfast bar, giggling at her father's antics as he held the spatula like a microphone and sang the bubbly pop song that was playing in the background and swiveling his hips with his eyes squeezed closed as he forced his voice into a high pitch to match the female voice on the radio.
Neither one of them had noticed me at the doorway so I took the opportunity to watch them in their element as I leaned against the door frame.
As much as I hated to admit it, Harry looked rather cute right then. Probably because he wasn't worried about anyone actually seeing him besides Darcy. It was moments like these that I thought I could actually see the real Harry.
The part of him he hid from the outside world.
The part of him the only a select few people knew about.
The part I would actually not mind getting to know but would probably never get the chance.
His normally styled hair was sticking up at all angels, and his face looked like he had just woken up recently as well judging by the slightly faded sheet indents on his cheek. It made me feel a little better about over sleeping now that I suspected he had too.
I swallowed hard when I realized my eyes were lingering on his somewhat snug white tee and the dangerously low riding red plaid pajama pants.
His feet awkwardly danced around the bar until he was in front of Darcy and lifting her into his arms to spin around in circles with her.
The sound of the little girl's giddy laughter had me giggling as well. I had to hold a hand over my mouth in hopes of not getting caught watching. I was quite enjoying the show.
"Aria!" Darcy exclaimed looking over her father's shoulder with a huge smile on her face.
Too late.
Harry slowly turned around at the same time I pushed off the frame.
"Erm... good morning babygirl." I greeted Darcy, pointedly ignoring Harry's staring eyes. I pretended not to notice then sliding over my bare legs that my black shorts revealed. It wasn't anything to revealing but I suddenly felt like I should have more clothes on.
"Daddy made pancakes." Darcy said shimming out of her father's arms and skipping towards the table where Harry shortly followed placing a plate of cut up pancakes for her.
He turned back around and nodded to the counter behind me. "Um... there's some for you as well."
I glanced back at the pre-served food then at him again.
"I also made Jamie a bottle. Formula, cereal, and two spoons of banana baby food, right?"
I was kind of caught off guard. Jamie's morning bottle mix was something I had never said out loud meaning he would have had to been paying quite a bit of attention to know that was exactly how I made Jamie's morning bottle.
"Yea." I said quietly trying to avoid his eyes and nervously wrapping my arms over my stomach, the exposed feeling not having faded even though Harry's focus was off my legs. "Thank you."
He nodded and went back to making his own plate of pancakes.
I let my eyes travel over his perfectly sculpted back as he worked the spatula against the cooking batter in the pan. I would never admit to the blatant staring I was currently doing, but really was I not entitled to a little after he had done the same? Somewhere in the very back of my mind I wondered how that back would look without a shirt, and maybe straining while working other things...
... Yeah, I was delirious from lack of sleep that was for sure.
"Didn't you have to be in the studio today?" I asked trying to take my thoughts away from his broad shoulders.
Harry glanced over his shoulder, probably surprised I had actually initiated any type of conversation with him. I had been keeping our interactions very minimal for a while now.
"Um, yea I was supposed to but it got... rescheduled. It's a good thing too, since someone decided to sleep in today."
It was friendly and anyone who didn't know us would think we were besties or something by his tone but I knew better.
Looking down I mumbled an apology for my unprofessionalism.
Harry quickly turned away from the stove top to give me a small smile. "No worries Aria, I heard Jamie crying last night. I figured you must have been exhausted."
My eyes widened at his, once again, buoyant tone with me. I had been expecting to be reprimanded but this was slightly unnerving.
"Erm.. yea, I left him sleeping in my room... Thank you?" It came out as a question but Harry seemed to ignore it and smiled with a nod before turning back to his cooking.
"So, he's teething?" He asked casually.
I narrowed my eyes on his back. What exactly was going on here?
Harry was acting like the last few weeks had never happened. Like we were friends, which we clearly were not.
I must have lost myself in my thoughts because he turned around once again to raise his eyebrow at my lack of answer.
I just stared at him.
With a quick glance at Darcy, who was in her own world as she danced around in her seat and chewed her mouthful of syrup drenched pancakes, Harry sighed and rubbed the back of his neck before looking at his bare feet.
"How long are we going to keep this up Aria? How long are you going to hate me?" He said low enough so only I could hear.
I raised an eyebrow at him but I didn't say a word as I took my plate and began to walk towards the table.
Since when did he start to care what I thought of him anyway?
"Aria! Really? Come on, tell me what I have to do to get you to forgive me?"
Sometimes I wondered if he was there that night. If he witnessed his own cruel words or not?
I spun around, catching him off guard, judging by the half step back he took, and scowled at him.
"Something big Mr. Styles." I took pleasure in his cringe at the use of his last name.
He looked puzzled with his eyebrows furrowed at my words. "Big?"
"Massive." I emphasized taking a step closer to him. "Life changing even."
His eyes widened and I could see the corners of his lips attempt to curl up with the dirty thought I was sure was swimming in his head.
I leveled him with a withering look, letting him know I knew what he was thinking and I was not amused. Instantly the would-be smirk disappeared.
"Somehow I don't think what you have in mind would be nearly as impressive to me as it is to you, Mr. Styles." I added the name again for my own entertainment.
"I doubt that."
I knew I wasn't meant to hear that and I wasn't going to let him get away with it. As much fun as the cold shoulder had been, this was slightly better.
"What was that?" I asked.
Harry looked like a deer caught in headlights but quickly shook his head. "Nothing."
I hummed and continued my walk towards the table, ruffling Darcy's oblivious little head as I passed her.
"Thanks for breakfast Mr. Styles."
"Harry." He corrected me finally.
"I'm sorry?" I asked as if I had no idea what he was referring to.
"Stop calling me Mr. Styles." He actually sounded quite aggravated.
"Whatever you say." I said taking a sip of my juice and watching him turn away again before adding with a smirk. "Mr. Styles."
Harry looked over his shoulder with a glare.
Screw the cold shoulder, I am back on the announce train and loving it.
One eye popped open at the sound of my name and a soft knock on my door. I looked over at the clock on my bedside table to see it glowing back 8:00 am.
A groan escaped my lips as I sat up quickly and rubbed my eyes.
I had over slept.
Jamie had been crying his little eyes out all night last night due to the two stubborn teeth trying to push through his gums and I had stayed up all night trying to sooth him to sleep.
Evidently I had soothed us both to sleep.
I quickly padded across the hardwood floors towards the door and opened it to look at who had woken me. I half expected Harry's scowling face on the other side but was pleasantly surprised to find Darcy's sweet beaming face instead.
"Mornin Aria." She giggled up at me and bounced slightly. "Daddy's makin breakfast and we're eatin in our pajamas."
My eyes widened at that. I'm sure I was going to hear it from Harry. It was very irresponsible of me to oversleep, especially when I knew he had to be at the studio today.
I rubbed my eyes and sighed, resigned to the fact that I was in for it. I had really been trying to be on my best behavior too.
"I'll be right down babe. Let me grab Jamie, okay?" I asked with a sleepy smile.
Darcy nodded, curls bobbing away before turning and skipping down the steps.
Jamie was still passed out on the other side of my bed, little arms and legs stretched out spread eagle, pacifier dangling from his pink pouty lips. The image made me smile.
I didn't want to move him. He really hadn't gotten much sleep last night and honestly I could do with a few moments without a fussy baby.
I decided to let him sleep gently adjusted him into the center of the bed and surrounded him with multiple pillows, making sure they would keep him from rolling off the bed, and placed the baby monitor near his head so I would hear on the receiver- that I clipped to my pajama pants- as soon as he woke up.
With one last glace at my baby boy to assure myself he would be okay, I made my way out of the room and down the steps.
The sight in the kitchen was probably the most adorable thing I had ever seen.
Darcy was kneeling in one of the stools at the breakfast bar, giggling at her father's antics as he held the spatula like a microphone and sang the bubbly pop song that was playing in the background and swiveling his hips with his eyes squeezed closed as he forced his voice into a high pitch to match the female voice on the radio.
Neither one of them had noticed me at the doorway so I took the opportunity to watch them in their element as I leaned against the door frame.
As much as I hated to admit it, Harry looked rather cute right then. Probably because he wasn't worried about anyone actually seeing him besides Darcy. It was moments like these that I thought I could actually see the real Harry.
The part of him he hid from the outside world.
The part of him the only a select few people knew about.
The part I would actually not mind getting to know but would probably never get the chance.
His normally styled hair was sticking up at all angels, and his face looked like he had just woken up recently as well judging by the slightly faded sheet indents on his cheek. It made me feel a little better about over sleeping now that I suspected he had too.
I swallowed hard when I realized my eyes were lingering on his somewhat snug white tee and the dangerously low riding red plaid pajama pants.
His feet awkwardly danced around the bar until he was in front of Darcy and lifting her into his arms to spin around in circles with her.
The sound of the little girl's giddy laughter had me giggling as well. I had to hold a hand over my mouth in hopes of not getting caught watching. I was quite enjoying the show.
"Aria!" Darcy exclaimed looking over her father's shoulder with a huge smile on her face.
Too late.
Harry slowly turned around at the same time I pushed off the frame.
"Erm... good morning babygirl." I greeted Darcy, pointedly ignoring Harry's staring eyes. I pretended not to notice then sliding over my bare legs that my black shorts revealed. It wasn't anything to revealing but I suddenly felt like I should have more clothes on.
"Daddy made pancakes." Darcy said shimming out of her father's arms and skipping towards the table where Harry shortly followed placing a plate of cut up pancakes for her.
He turned back around and nodded to the counter behind me. "Um... there's some for you as well."
I glanced back at the pre-served food then at him again.
"I also made Jamie a bottle. Formula, cereal, and two spoons of banana baby food, right?"
I was kind of caught off guard. Jamie's morning bottle mix was something I had never said out loud meaning he would have had to been paying quite a bit of attention to know that was exactly how I made Jamie's morning bottle.
"Yea." I said quietly trying to avoid his eyes and nervously wrapping my arms over my stomach, the exposed feeling not having faded even though Harry's focus was off my legs. "Thank you."
He nodded and went back to making his own plate of pancakes.
I let my eyes travel over his perfectly sculpted back as he worked the spatula against the cooking batter in the pan. I would never admit to the blatant staring I was currently doing, but really was I not entitled to a little after he had done the same? Somewhere in the very back of my mind I wondered how that back would look without a shirt, and maybe straining while working other things...
... Yeah, I was delirious from lack of sleep that was for sure.
"Didn't you have to be in the studio today?" I asked trying to take my thoughts away from his broad shoulders.
Harry glanced over his shoulder, probably surprised I had actually initiated any type of conversation with him. I had been keeping our interactions very minimal for a while now.
"Um, yea I was supposed to but it got... rescheduled. It's a good thing too, since someone decided to sleep in today."
It was friendly and anyone who didn't know us would think we were besties or something by his tone but I knew better.
Looking down I mumbled an apology for my unprofessionalism.
Harry quickly turned away from the stove top to give me a small smile. "No worries Aria, I heard Jamie crying last night. I figured you must have been exhausted."
My eyes widened at his, once again, buoyant tone with me. I had been expecting to be reprimanded but this was slightly unnerving.
"Erm.. yea, I left him sleeping in my room... Thank you?" It came out as a question but Harry seemed to ignore it and smiled with a nod before turning back to his cooking.
"So, he's teething?" He asked casually.
I narrowed my eyes on his back. What exactly was going on here?
Harry was acting like the last few weeks had never happened. Like we were friends, which we clearly were not.
I must have lost myself in my thoughts because he turned around once again to raise his eyebrow at my lack of answer.
I just stared at him.
With a quick glance at Darcy, who was in her own world as she danced around in her seat and chewed her mouthful of syrup drenched pancakes, Harry sighed and rubbed the back of his neck before looking at his bare feet.
"How long are we going to keep this up Aria? How long are you going to hate me?" He said low enough so only I could hear.
I raised an eyebrow at him but I didn't say a word as I took my plate and began to walk towards the table.
Since when did he start to care what I thought of him anyway?
"Aria! Really? Come on, tell me what I have to do to get you to forgive me?"
Sometimes I wondered if he was there that night. If he witnessed his own cruel words or not?
I spun around, catching him off guard, judging by the half step back he took, and scowled at him.
"Something big Mr. Styles." I took pleasure in his cringe at the use of his last name.
He looked puzzled with his eyebrows furrowed at my words. "Big?"
"Massive." I emphasized taking a step closer to him. "Life changing even."
His eyes widened and I could see the corners of his lips attempt to curl up with the dirty thought I was sure was swimming in his head.
I leveled him with a withering look, letting him know I knew what he was thinking and I was not amused. Instantly the would-be smirk disappeared.
"Somehow I don't think what you have in mind would be nearly as impressive to me as it is to you, Mr. Styles." I added the name again for my own entertainment.
"I doubt that."
I knew I wasn't meant to hear that and I wasn't going to let him get away with it. As much fun as the cold shoulder had been, this was slightly better.
"What was that?" I asked.
Harry looked like a deer caught in headlights but quickly shook his head. "Nothing."
I hummed and continued my walk towards the table, ruffling Darcy's oblivious little head as I passed her.
"Thanks for breakfast Mr. Styles."
"Harry." He corrected me finally.
"I'm sorry?" I asked as if I had no idea what he was referring to.
"Stop calling me Mr. Styles." He actually sounded quite aggravated.
"Whatever you say." I said taking a sip of my juice and watching him turn away again before adding with a smirk. "Mr. Styles."
Harry looked over his shoulder with a glare.
Screw the cold shoulder, I am back on the announce train and loving it.
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9/3/16