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"Nanny!" Was the first thing Rosalie heard as soon as she stepped foot inside the home. Much to her surprise, the house was spotless, no signs of food stains on the couch or crayon marks on the walls.

The house was surprisingly clean, assuming she had been gone for the weekend, she was thinking about how much cleaning she would have had to do when she got back since she left the kids alone with Mr. Styles.

She was glad she didn't have to clean since she was so tired from the 6 hour drive home.

"You're back!" Penelope said as she with Sophia ran towards their nanny to give her a big hug. "Did you miss us?

"Like crazy!" Rosalie giggled as she kissed them on the cheeks repeatedly.

"Someone's back early." She heard Mr. Styles say. She looked at him as he came down the stairs with the baby in his arms who was smiling at her.

"Mama!" Eric said making her smile widely before running towards Mr. Styles to grab the baby from his arms.

"He missed you." Mr. Styles says, not bothering to correct the fact that Eric kept calling her mama. He's done it so often he's used to it. "I thought I was alright but I'm sure the girls will let you know what I did wrong." He added.

"He was okay." Sophia shrugged from Rosalie's feet since she was now hugging her legs as in to not let her leave again.

"No, he was awful!" Penelope said, sighing in exasperation and annoyance making Rosalie laugh.

"Hey! I wasn't all that bad." Mr. Styles pouted, teasing his daughter.

"Daddy, yes you were." Penelope remarks, placing her hands on her hips.

"I was dying to see you all again, I wanted to be here by morning but I got caught up with things." Rosalie said. She had spent all of Saturday with her grandmother, helping her bake cookies and helped with cleaning out the garage that still held old junk.

Sunday she spent it with her friends shopping, going to eat and getting their nails done before Rosalie went back to her grandmothers to spend the last few hours with her before she came back.

"And you're home just in time." Mr. Styles says, placing his incredibly large hand on the small of her back, leading her and the baby in her arms to the kitchen where the table was set with food.

"You cooked?" Rosalie asked, her mouth agape, the food seeming too mouth watering. There's no way he cooked. When she looked around she saw a scrunched up brown paper bag with a restaurants name.

She decided not to say anything.

"Even the question's offensive. Of course I cooked. "Here, have a seat." He said, pulling out the chair for her.

She noticed he wasn't in his regular work suit, but rather in casual jeans and a button up shirt with only a few strands of hair being misplaced.

"I have to call in the kids first." She says and begins to stand up before Mr. Styles stopped her.

"They've already eaten." He said. "I just thought maybe you and I could have a quiet dinner, no kids, just us enjoying the company of each other."

Rosalie looked up at him, she was so curious as to why he was doing this. Sure they got along quite well a bit but it was nothing too extensive or unprofessional.

"Mr. Styles I—"

"Just call me Harry." He says. "We don't have to be so professional all the time love." He chuckled and popped open the wine.

Something about that word with his accent and low raspy voice made her stomach flutter with butterflies.

"Harry. I don't think this is a good idea." She said standing up with the baby on her hip. She didn't want him to get the wrong idea or vice versa.

"What's wrong with us having dinner?" Harry asks. Rosalie didn't know what to answer. Maybe she was making something out of nothing. Maybe it wasn't what she was thinking, maybe he's just doing this out of niceness for all she's done for them.

Men are so confusing.

"Nothing I suppose." She replied and sat back down. Harry grabbed the baby from her and excused himself only to come back a few seconds later.

"I put on a movie for them, they should be fast asleep in no time." He says, pouring her a glass of wine before doing the same to his glass.

During their dinner, they spoke about everything, and how she saw that behind a hard working man was a kindhearted guy, who could switch from his serious work persona to a man who likes to crack jokes.

She didn't know if she was drunk already, counting on the two glasses of wine she managed to sip down but as she stared at him, she began to realize how handsome he is.

His voice made her feel sleepy, it was soothing but raspy too and he talked slow and she liked that.

She then brought herself out of her little fantasy before clearing her throat and sitting up straight. "The dinner was delicious, Harry. Thank you." She says before standing up, throwing the left overs on her plate into the trash.

She than began to wash the dirty dishes before being stopped. "What are you doing?" She heard Harry say. He reached for her hands to stop the action and she did, his eyes looking at her cautiously which reminded her of the way Penelope looks at her.

He definitely got that mannerism from him.

"The dishes need to be washed." She answers.

"Don't bother with that, I can just put them in the dishwasher." Harry dismisses making her nod and back up from the sink. "Rosalie, I know I've said this before but you have no idea how thankful I am for you. You couldn't have come at a better time."

Rosalie smiles at this and leans against the sink. "You know I've never babysat kids and felt affection towards them." She admits. "Your kids are wonderful and I fell absolutely in love with them."

"I'm glad, because they absolutely adore you. They swore the weekend couldn't be over any sooner." He says with a chuckle making Rosalie do the same. "I thought cooking for you would be a nice thank you, you know? For all you've done for us."

"There's really no need to thank me, Harry." Rosalie felt strange calling him by his name but if that's what he wanted. Harry's hand reached out for Rosalie's hand on the sink, his thumb grazing over her nails making her suck in a breath.

She had no idea what Harry was doing and neither did he and before she could say something, he steps forward making her look up to him. Their gaze locked in each other before Harry leaned in slowly and without warning, so did Rosalie.

Their lips hovered just on top of each other before they eventually met. The only thing Rosalie could think of was was: Am I
dreaming?

Surely there was no doubt Harry was drunk from the wine just as much as she was. He did drink more than her after all. She pushed at his chest, forcing him off from her before she looked into his eyes and noticed a glimpse of regret.

She looked away. "No," She says under her breath. "This can't happen."

"I'm sorry, I—I don't know what's gotten into me." He says and stepped away, his hands tugging at his hair. "It's just— I'm so lonely, and you've been such a great mother to our kids— Or nanny— Fuck! I'm so sorry." He apologizes making Rosalie look back to him.

She was taken aback by the comment that very clearly slipped out before she went over to him and placed her hands on either side of his arms.

"Harry, its fine. Don't apologize. In your defense you had way more wine than I did." She chuckles, though uneasiness was very much present in her tone. "It's fine." He seemed to relax under her touch before closing his eyes in relief.

"I should go check on the kids." He says after recollecting himself, beginning to walk away to probably avoid the awkward situation he put them in.

"No let me. You need rest." She says, patting his shoulder before she walked upstairs. Her lips still swollen, she felt her stomach tingle with lust as she remembered the way his warm lips moved in unison to hers.

She slowly opened the door to the girls room, seeing them both asleep. She went inside and tucked them in with their blanket before kissing them on the forehead and sitting by the end of their bed and smiled.

She was so focused on the girls sleeping that she didn't notice Harry at the door, smiling at the scene.

"I'm so lucky." He whispers.