Don't Treat Me Like A Kid

**Layla Taylor's POV**
The sun streamed into my room waking me up. What did I do last night? It was a Friday night and I sneaked out to a party with Piper. Even though I don't think it counts as sneaking out if no one is even home to catch you. Well I guess I should text her and ask what happened last night. I grab my phone from under my pillow and type in a message to Piper.
I can't remember shit from last night. Catch me up? -TaylorI slip out of bed and through my hair in a bun. It's about 11:00 AM. So my mom’s probably asleep and who knows where my step dad is.I walking into the living room and surprisingly my mom was awake.
"We need to talk" She says before I can even get it a good morning.
Fucking great. What am I getting in trouble for now? "Why?"
"Where were you last night?" she says
"Here," I say blandly trying not to look suspicious. I've gotten pretty good at lying to my mom these days, but she also getting pretty good at amusing everything I say is a lie.
"That's funny because I'm pretty sure you weren't." She hisses at me.
I don’t even feel like denying it right now, "So what?"
"I told you not to leave the house, Taylor!" She screams.
"I'm not fucking five! I can handle myself." I snap back.
"Really because I'm pretty sure going against one of my very few rules is pretty childish and you know what. You want to act like a child, then I'll treat you like one." She says a little bit calmer.
I already wasn't allowed out of the house past 8 how much like a child can she treat me. "What the hell is that suppose to mean."
"That mean now when your father and I are both at work you’re gonna have a babysitter."
She must be kidding. Who would want to babysit a 17 year old from 8pm-6am that's crazy. But the look in her eyes showed me she definitely wasn't kidding.
My phone buzzing in my hand I open up a text from Piper.
Long night. Call me and I'll tell you. -Piper

**Harry's POV**
Job hunting with Lou on my Saturday; Not exactly what I planned. We walk into a coffee shop that always has random job things pinned onto a board. Flipping through the different papers I found one that was interesting for some reason I couldn't put my finger on it.

Babysitter needed.
Unusually situation
Must be available nights from8pm-6am(I work a night shift)
Please Call 312.834.9670
-Linda LazzaroLazzaro. I know that last name, where have I heard that before. Got It! That's Layla's last name!
In about two seconds I had Mrs. Lazzaro on the phone.
I except it to be a babysitting ad for Layla’s little brother or sister, or something like that but Mrs. Lazzaro explained to me how I'd be 'babysitting' a 17 teen year old. I’d be babysitting Layla.
In the end I got the job and my first night was Monday. Perfect.

Notes

This is just the prologue the normal chapters will me longer but please tell me what you think in the comments (: