Do You Need Money?

The Bar

I look at him up and down and I can't think. He's wearing a white button up and the top four buttons are unbuttoned. He keeps fiddling with his tie. I walk over to him and I help him. He watches my fingers. He doesn't say anything during this close interaction. It looks like he's studying me. He giggles at me as I try to help him. I get it the second time and I finish as I pull my hands away. He grabs my hands and doesn't let go of them. His emerald eyes are staring at me. He has a slight smirk on.

"Thank you for putting the tie on me. God knows we would be here for hours if you didn't help me." He whispers softly to me. All I can do is nod. I'm in a flowly red dress. My mid drift is exposed. I hope my dad approves of the dress. My shoulders are out.

Harry stares at my chest. Is something on my breast? He hasn't let go of my hands. He holds them with only one hand like he did last night. He pushes my hair out of my face. I tried to curl it and it didn't work. He twirls my hair in his hands.

"I like what you did with your hair." He continues to twirl my hair in his large hands. He's trying to get them tighter but it fails every time. He sighs softly. I don't say a word. Every time he's this close to me, I can't speak. He doesn't care that I didn't respond to his compliment; it's like he only said it for himself.

I wonder if I need a jacket. He let's go of my hand, but still has a grip on my hair. I whisper soft to him."I need to get a jacket. It's going to be cold."

He looks me up and down and let's go of my hair. "You can wear my... I mean your brothers blazer if you need to. It's not like you haven't stole my jacket before." He smirks at me. I bite my lip thinking about it.

"Stop over thinking." He goes and sits on the bed. I stand there like an idiot thinking about wearing Harry's jacket. I don't care if it's my brothers jacket, it smells like Harry now. My brother doesn't even wear it, it's to big for him.

He walks over to me and lifts my chin up to look at him. God, he's tall. "Didn't I say to stop over thinking. You would look really cute with a blazer on. It will go great with your dress." I smile at him and I don't say anything. I look back down.

British boy lifts my chin up to look at him again. "Did you hear me?"

I sigh. "Yes, Harold." He is shocked by me calling him Harold. He smiles and laughs softly. He looks at his watch.

"We should go into the living room before your brother comes in here and cocks blocks me again." My eyes widen at his foul words.

"What love, you never heard someone say such dirty words? You probably should get use to this." He laughs softly.

"Excuse me?" I answer quickly.

"Don't worry love." He passes it on with out acknowledging it. Harry doesn't give me time to think as he puts his hand on my small back and leads me to the white couch. He stands up and goes to the bar. He pours both of us a drink and hands me one. Do I even want to drink?

"It will calm your nerves. You look so stressed." I agree with him and take a sip. It's really sweet and doesn't taste like that alcohol from last night. We both have one glass and my brother walks in with a bow tie. Loser.

"Alright pussies let's go!" I shake my head as Harry laughed at him. Harry follows behind him. He starts making fun of Liam and his bow tie. I can't help but laugh at their interaction.

The limo to takes us to the bar. I'm not sure how to explain what this is. My dad is having another partner ship with someone named Chris Kendall. Chris owns the whole bar and a writing company. Chris wants my father to work with him. My father wants to buy it and turn it into another stocks company. Neither of them want to compromise. Frankly, I agree with my father. If my dad works with Chris then we have to move to London and that sounds terrible.

They ID us and quickly let us in. I didn't have to make a scene or wait in line. Right when we walk in all the guys look at me. Harry grabs my hands. I'm not sure why. I can't really see anything, it's to dark and all the flashing lights make it hard to pay attention to anything.

Harry squeezes my hand and looks down at me. "Everything ok?" I nod softly. He has a frown on his face.

"Everyone keeps looking at me and I'm not sure why." I answer his question even though I didn't want to.

I see him look around and nod. "Their creeps, ignore them." He instructs me and I nod softly. My parents aren't going to be happy with Harry but maybe they will?

"What are your parents like?" I think for second and I explain to him about how my father loves money. My mother's parents were already rich. My father's parents weren't rich. PJ works as a stock broker and my mother, Jessica is a neurologist. I don't bring up Chris because that doesn't matter.

"My parents will love you. You're rich, nice, and in college. So no need in worrying. Ok?" I tap his face and we continue walking.

We get to the booth and everyone is drinking and talking. They all stop and turn to look at Harry and I. My brother ignores the attention and goes to sit down. I see him grabbing a glass and a bottle.

I smile and stand up tall. "This is Harry." I introduce him. Harry exchanges hellos, hugs, and hand shakes. He sits right next to me and pours us both a glass of alcohol. He puts some type of red stuff in my drink. I smell it before I drink it.

He whispers to me. "It's vodka with cranberry. I made it really light so you don't taste the alcohol." He smiles at me and puts his arm over my shoulder, causing me to lean into him. He watches me take a sip.

"Do you like it?" He looks down at me. Again the green eyes making it hard for me to think, all I can do is nod at him. He gives me a "I know" smirk.

My father starts conversation. "So, Harry. What do you do." My father doesn't even form it in a question. They both take a sip and Harry relaxes.

"I'm a writer for a publishing company, I'm also studying English." He adds the last part. I father rolls his eyes.

"Publishing won't get you anywhere. Isn't that right Chris?" He looks up to Chris walking in the little booth we have upstairs.

"All you do is talk shit." Chris laughs with him and takes a sip of his drink. He goes and sits next to some girl. Don't care enough to look at her. She looks like a cheap whore. No she is. Crazy what I think and not what I say out loud.

Chris looks at Harry up and down. "Hmm, What is Harold doing here?" He takes a long sip. My father interrupts before I can say anything.

"Mister. Harry is dating Lisette." I try to interrupt their conversation about my life.

"We are..." I feel like a child every time the men talk over me.

Chris talks over me. "Good for you Harry didn't know you were dating a Liguori family." He smirks at him. I sink into Harry.

I see Harry's broad shoulders tighten. He moves his hand from around me. I look up at him. "Everything alright?"

He gives me a soft smile and I can tell he is completely uncomfortable with this situation. "It's fine love, no worry" I nod at him.

Harry takes a long sip of his drink. Everyone around us is having conversations. Harry and I don't talk one another. I wonder why he isn't talking to me? This was a bad idea.