I was known for my naps and constant eating but that didn't stop me from having good manners. I was up, showered and ready to meet my new babysitter just a little before 9:00am. I was sitting on the couch watching TV, waiting to show her around so that I could go back up to my room and take a nap.

However soon enough it was 9:30am. I nibbled on my bottom lip confused, offended and shocked. How could someone have the audacity to be this late without calling? I was beginning to grow pissed off by the minute. I had dragged my ass out of bed on the first day of my holiday to meet this woman and she didn't even have the courtesy to show up on time?

I thought about calling my parents but I pushed the thought away as quickly as it popped up. If I told them that my babysitter hadn't shown up, they would get on the next flight back as soon as possible. Instead I decided to give up. I turned off the TV, stormed upstairs and blasted my music. I crawled back into bed and tried to go back to sleep.

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It was noon when I woke up starving. I rolled out of bed and threw my hair up in a bun to get it out of my face. I strolled downstairs and walked towards the kitchen. I looked through the freezer and saw the leftover lasagne mum had left me. I immediately put it in the microwave to heat it up and as I waited I poured myself a glass of juice. I saw crumbs on the black granite bench and frowned confused, I only had a coffee for breakfast but shook my head when I realised I was overthinking. I pulled my lasagne out of the microwave when I saw that it was done and grabbed a fork. I spun around and began to walk back to my room. I slowly ate my hot lasagne on the way until I passed the living room and something caught my eye. I froze and looked to see some guy sitting on my couch staring at me holding a half eaten sandwich.

My whole body froze and I stared at him unable to breathe, my first instinct was to not move, maybe he wouldn't see me but then I began to freak out. I screamed and threw my lasagne at him before running back into the kitchen and grabbing a knife. When I spun around the guy was standing a few feet away, which made me scream again. I held the knife up with shaky hands, my chest heaving for breath, a million thoughts running through my mind.

He put his hands up in surrender and I looked at him as if he was crazy. "What the hell are you doing in my house?!" I screamed, my voice coming out a few octaves higher then necessary.

"I'm your babysitter" he stated calmly, he spoke to me as if he was dealing with a psycho... Which I probably looked like one holding the knife out and shaking it everywhere but he was a stranger in my house, I had every right.

"No you're not! My babysitter is supposed to be an old lady!" I looked him over and came to a conclusion, "you are not an old lady"

He raised an eyebrow, "No shit Sherlock. My Grandmother was supposed to be coming in for you but she had a car accident so I had to fill in"

I couldn't stop myself from lowering my weapon and I instantly felt guilty for how annoyed I had been at her this morning. "Oh my gosh I'm so sorry, I... I didn't realise. I just figured she forgot or something..." I trailed off feeling ashamed.

He shrugged, "she's going to be fine, no damage done". His eyes glanced down at the knife in my hand and I looked down at it. I felt so conflicted, do I trust this random and let him stay or tell him to piss off? "If you want you can call my Grandma and ask her, she's just sitting on a hospital bed watching TV. She really wouldn't mind" he explained and slowly put his phone on the table, his eyes glancing between the knife in my hand and my face.

I pulled my bottom lip into my mouth and bit down on it, frowning and wondering if it was worth it, but then my mind reminded me of those scary movies, this could just be some random guy and if he was a murderer, he was offering me his phone but he could be secretly hoping that I wouldn't call anyone... Ugh I overthink way too much.

I grabbed his phone and dialled in her number, I was always good with numbers so when I first called her I had already memorised it. Sure enough when I hit the last digit it came up as 'Grandma' with an old lady emoji. I raised an eyebrow before hitting dial. It only rang once before a voice I recognised answered.

"Ugh, thank God you called Danny, I'm so bored here and the stupid nurse won't let me go!"

I raised an eyebrow and the guy in front of me smirked. I turned my attention back to the phone.

"Um, hello Willow, this is Annie..." I realised I didn't know what to say, "is everything okay?" I felt stupid.

"Oh hell dear, I'm so sorry about not being there, someone decided to run a red light and smashed into my beautiful car. Luckily I wasn't hurt, unlucky for the bastard who I am going to hunt down once I get out of this god awful place. I hope Daniel is being nice, he's really quite a sweetheart but can also be a dick so don't let him fool you with his charming smile" I raised an eyebrow and looked at Daniel, his eyes were roaming over my body and I felt my body flush with heat. I clicked my fingers to grab his attention and when he looked up at me he smirked and wiggled his eyebrows. My eyes went wide for a second before I glared at him.

"Anyway dear, the hospital says I'm not allowed to leave for another 2 weeks because they think I'm some kind of old woman but Daniel will take good care of you"

I internally groaned, I'm not good with people my age, I'm socially awkward and tend to get my words jumbled up and I panic a lot because I feel like I'm taking a long time to talk. I sighed.

"No worries Willow, I hope everything is okay and I hope you feel better soon"

We hung up and I considered my options. I'm 17. 18 in 2 weeks and 2 days. I legally needed a babysitter but that was no problem, I still had my other babysitters contacts, I could just call one of them up.

"Look Daniel, I totally understand if you have better things to do, I don't need anyone to take care of me and the only reason Willow was coming in was because it's illegal for me to stay at home without someone 18 or older but I can call another sitter and have someone come in so you don't need to be here"

He looked me up and down again and I felt uncomfortable, goddamn I had to admit that this guy was hot as shit and I couldn't stop myself when my eyes roamed over his body. He had gorgeous raven black hair, stunning blue eyes and pink lips. Broad shoulders, built body, he probably played football and the way he held himself told me that he didn't give a single shit about anything and that he would do whatever he wanted.

He smirked at me before walking towards me, my heart skipped a beat and I started to step backwards before I bumped into the counter. He stopped just a few inches in front of me and put his hands on the bench beside me causing his face to only be a few centimetres away from mine. This was going to sound pathetic but I was instantly wet, being fucked on the bench was one of my fantasies and having this hot guy trap me with his masculine spicy scent surrounding me had me consumed with dirty thoughts already. My mouth filled with saliva and I had to gulp it down before I licked my lips.

His icy blue eyes flicked down to my lips before looking back into my eyes. It was silent for a few moments before he raised an eyebrow, "my phone?" He held out a hand in front of me and when I looked down I realised I still had his phone. My face flushed with embarrassment and I quickly handed it to him, avoiding eye contact. "Thanks sweetheart, I'll be in the living room if you need me" and with that he walked off leaving me to catch my breath and try to calm my racing heart.

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