You had agreed to babysit your twin cousins for the night. They were four and very hyper, always needing something to do. Your aunt, who was much to old to be having kids in your opinion, was okay with you bringing your boyfriend, Harry along to help.

All had been going smoothly. Harry seemed to occupy the boys enough so they weren't bouncing off the walls, and they seemed to enjoy his company.

It was only until after dinner that they started to act up. They knew it was close to their bed time and they did not want to make it easy for the two of you.

James started jumping on the bed, but Harry snatched him up and let him dangle off his shoulder. While you were watching them, you hadn't realized that Peter started running around the upper floor.

You chased him for a good five minutes, just to tire him out before bed. You collected him in your arms and lugged him back to Harry and James.

As you opened the door to their bedroom, the sight in front of you made you burst out laughing.

Harry wore a play helmet on top of his head, and a pout on his lips. James marched around Harry, acting like Harry was his prisoner. Peter found this exciting, so he decided to join in. They marched in a circle around Harry while chanting out nonsense.

Harry just looked at you. His eyes burned into yours, giving you a knowing look. All of the sudden, you remembered seeing a guitar somewhere around the house.

"I'll be right back," you walked out and down the stairs. You could hear Harry yell, "don't leave me!" Which led you to chuckle. You would have to reward him or something for being such a good sport about this.

You soon found the guitar and rushed back up the stairs. When Harry saw you, his eyes pleaded for help. Confusion came first, than laughter. They had put Harry in fake handcuffs that were much too tight for his large hands, and they were starting to cut off his circulation.

You took them off with ease. The boys whined, but you showed them into bed. They actually got in, but their eyes were wide awake. Harry took the guitar from your hold.

He sat down at the edge of Peter's bed and began to play a melody.

He played the song for only a few minutes before both Peter and James were both fast asleep. They looked so peaceful and much less of a pain as they dreamt.

Harry laid down the instrument before walking over to you. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you smiled in content. His arms rested on your hips, rubbing small circles with his thumb on your back.

"Well done, Y/N."

"Not to bad yourself, Styles."

I laughed when I saw this picture and I thought it might make a good imagine. Lol. He looks absolutely miserable here. But I couldn't figure out how old me might be cause it looks like TMH Harry but his hair looks awfully long here. Maybe it's just me. Idk.