Do You Need Money?

His Smile

"Can I help you?" He's still laughing. The way his smiles forms on his teeth. He looks so happy laughing at me climb this giant thing. His hair is longer than most boys I know. Boy. No he is a man. A beautiful man. I'm staring. He's wearing a sweatshirt that's way to big for him. Its a tan green. It's dark outside but it says obsession. He has black skinny jeans, They have two rips, right on both of his knees. As if they were put there on purpose. This British boy is about 6"0 ft tall. His light brown boots make him look 6"2.  His hair is touches his neck. Past his ears. It's curly. One little curl is popping out of his bright blue colored bandana. It's like a free animal. Everything else on his head is tamed except that little guy. I laugh to my self.

"Is something funny?" He raises his perfectly shaped eyebrows at me. He has a smirk on his lips. His eyes are on me. His green eyes staring at me. 

"Are you going to answer me?" He taunts me. I'm not even talking. I don't think I am even listening to him. I hear his deep voice but I can't listen. He's standing close to me. He smells like an angel. Fresh and sweet. Like a pillow. I laugh again. 

"Are you done staring?" He questions me. I stop staring and I look down. I concentrate on playing with my hair. Yes, distract yourself Lisette.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you." He has that dimpled smile on his pink lips. 

Come on Lisette pull you self together it's just a guy. Fuck. " I'm not embarrassed." I roll my eyes. Good job.

"Of course not. Your face is bright red because it's cold outside." Damn, he's good.

"You got it on the bulls eye." I flip my hair. I continue my mission to climb on this ledge.

"Do you need help?" Of course, I need help.

"No, I good thanks." I feel arms on my sides and I'm lifted on to the ledge. 

"I could have got up there on my own." I roll my eyes at him. 

"Oh, don't pout love." He smiles at me and takes a sip of his red cup.

" I wasn't pouting." He laughs at me. Ok, now I'm pouting.

"Are you just drinking straight vodka?" He changes the subject. Thank god. Why on earth would I be drinking vodka? Oh, I'm at a party.

"No." I don't want to talk to him. He makes me blush to much. 

"So... what are you drinking then?" He asks a lot of question. Maybe he is the one drinking straight vodka.

I blush. "Water." Ok, I sound more crazier than someone drinking straight vodka. I smiles and he nods at me.

"You don't drink?" He leans on the staircase, smiling down at me. I can get lost in those green eyes. No, I am lost.

"Um,,, no." Is that such a bad thing. He takes a sip of his cup. Waiting for him to judge me. He pulls his lip piercing between his teeth. 

"That's pretty cool. Don't know a lot of people who go to parties and don't drink. Good for you." He flashes his teeth at me. 

I smile back. I feel the blush on my cheeks. " Thank you." Is that all you can get out of you fucking lips?

"My leg is starting to get tired standing here. Do you want to take a walk with me?" Is this a good idea. I don't even know this dude. What if he kills me? I start to panic.

"I don't think that's a good idea." I laugh softly and take a sip of my water. 

He slaps the top of his head and laughs. " I'm so sorry, I never introduced my self. I'm Harry." He smiles at me and holds his hand out. He smiles a lot. Probably because he has such a enjoyable smile.